Liu Wuxie’s words drew a series of exclamations from the surrounding. Lei Tao’s face was etched with deep lines as he drew a dagger from his waist and handed it to Liu Wuxie. Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Liu Wuxie raised the dagger and aimed it at the landscape painting.1

“Brother Liu, stop!” Du Mingze exclaimed frantically, his back covered in a cold sweat.0

“Has he lost his mind?” cried the onlookers, their voices rising in alarm. The landscape painting was worth a staggering 1,000,000 gold coins, but its true value lay in the martial intent it contained—something that could not be measured in mere currency.0

Kuang Zhan’s eyes narrowed, but it was too late to stop Liu Wuxie. The painting had been created by the ancestor of the Kuang Clan, Master Kuang, and its destruction at the hands of an outsider would be a grave insult to the clan.0

“Is he insane? Why is he cutting such a valuable painting with a dagger?” cried Wan Yichun, his face contorted with rage. He stepped back, as if afraid that Liu Wuxie’s madness might be contagious.0

The crowd watched in horror as Liu Wuxie slashed at the painting with his dagger....0