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Chapter 42 Everyone is welcome to fight Bai Yujing

He took a step forward, raised both palms, and pushed them forcefully into the void ahead!

boom--

A thunderclap from nowhere!

The Yin and Yang energies roared out, and the fierce energy exploded like thunder. A howling wind rose up, and visible pale white waves of energy surged outwards in a ring!

The wooden floor, centered on Russell, shattered like ice floes tossed with a boulder, sending countless wood chips, fragments, and dust flying indiscriminately in all directions!

"what!"

"what!"

Although the post station occupied a considerable area, it was far from enough for dozens of people to move around. Faced with the overwhelming wood chips and fragments, they were all unable to dodge them.

In an instant, screams, the sound of weapons falling, and the sound of tables and chairs breaking filled the air.

The dozens of martial arts practitioners who had been so aggressive just moments before were now lying scattered on the ground like fallen leaves swept by a gust of wind, their blood instantly staining the ground red.

In just a few breaths, only Russell remained standing in the lobby of the inn.

"Now, can anyone tell me what exactly happened?" Russell casually righted the bench that had fallen to the side, sat down with an air of authority, and asked.

"Pah! You beast who rapes young girls and traffics in people! I've been defeated by you today because I'm no match for you. Come and kill me, or I'll kill you sooner or later!" A martial arts practitioner who had been hit on the thigh by wood chips and fell to the ground spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at Russell, his eyes wide with anger, and cursed in a hoarse voice.

Admittedly, while most people's pursuit of fame and fortune in their campaign against the Blood Hand Butcher was driven by a desire for fame and profit, this did not prevent them from genuinely wanting to do something for the world and for the people.

"Rape of young girls and human trafficking? Are you sure you're talking about me?" Russell was even more bewildered now, typing out a screen full of question marks.

Such a big hat, are you sure it's referring to him?

He looked around and saw that many people, like the one who had spoken, had faces full of anger, but no fear of impending death. Yet, many others avoided his gaze, their faces cowering in fear.

Russell narrowed his eyes, vaguely guessing where the problem lay, and said, "If someone can explain this to me clearly, I'll spare his life and let him go."

These words have caused many people to waver.

They never had any lofty ambitions; they just came here hoping to get a bargain and gain some experience by following the crowd.

Later, when he boasts to others, he can mention that he once surrounded and killed the Blood-Handed Butcher who was harming the martial arts world. But right now, he is about to lose his life, so he can't care about anything else.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Mercy!" A skinny man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face was the first to defect, scrambling forward.

One person quickly defected, which then led most of the others to beg for mercy.

Explanations arose all at once, with people even supplementing each other's explanations, as if afraid of speaking too slowly.

He watched as the man who had been so polite in the martial arts world turned ashen-faced and shouted that he was a shameless spineless coward.

Before long, with everyone offering their explanations, Russell finally understood what had happened. He took the invitation and sneered inwardly.

Tsk, what a clever trick to distort the truth and shift the blame.

He immediately guessed that Quan Guanqing was the one who planned this. After all, with those roughnecks from the Beggars' Sect, it would be better to have them assassinate the Liao emperor than to have them come up with such a plan.

Having figured out the sequence of events, Russell lost all desire to stay. He calmly stood up and said to the survivors at the post station, "I'll pretend this never happened. Think before you act, don't believe everything you hear. If there's a next time, don't blame me for being ruthless."

These words startled the assembled martial arts practitioners. Some pondered, some sneered, and some flattered, but Russell ignored their reactions, leading his horse and leaving the post station.

Mu Wanqing and Zhou Cailing heard the commotion at the post station earlier. When they saw Luo Su coming over, they asked him curiously what had happened.

Russell then told them about the Beggars' Sect's invitation to heroes, which immediately infuriated the two women.

After reading the description on the invitation, Mu Wanqing's usually cold face instantly turned frosty. She was so angry she laughed: "What a prestigious sect! How can they be so shameless? How dare they call themselves chivalrous?"

Although Zhou Cailing was also angry, she came from a martial arts family and thought more far ahead than Mu Wanqing. After calming down, a deep worry appeared between her brows: "Brother Luo, this is a big problem."

She had thought things through very clearly. Once the Beggars' Sect issued the invitation to heroes, regardless of the truth, Russell immediately became the target of everyone's hatred. Everyone in the Jianghu of the Song Dynasty wanted to kill him to make a name for themselves.

But for Russell, how to deal with these invading martial arts figures was another problem.

If we don't kill them, they will only become more reckless.

But if they were killed, what was originally just a misunderstanding would actually become a real feud.

The more people die, the deeper the hatred becomes, and the more his reputation as a demon is solidified, leading to even more people coming to seek revenge, in an endless cycle.

By then, regardless of the initial reasons, Russell would have no chance of being exonerated.

After hearing Zhou Cailing's explanation, Mu Wanqing finally realized the seriousness of the problem. She looked at Russell with concern and pleading in her eyes: "Russell, why don't we go back to Dali? Let's not go to Kaifeng, and let's forget about the Beggars' Sect. Let's go back to Yougu and never come to the Central Plains again in this lifetime."

It was rare for her to show such obvious retreat and dependence, and Russell felt a slight warmth in his heart. He raised his hand and rubbed Mu Wanqing's head.

This was the first time in so long that he had made such an intimate gesture towards her. Mu Wanqing stiffened slightly, but did not dodge away. She simply looked up at him, her worry undiminished.

He laughed and said, "Don't worry, this is indeed a dilemma for others, but I am Russell."

Zhou Cailing asked, "Brother Luo, what are you planning to do next? These people are endless to kill, and I'm afraid no one will listen to your explanations."

Russell mounted his horse, his tone becoming calm: "There's no one in the world who can kill me, so I have no reason not to kill."

Throughout history, both in China and abroad, there have been very few successful cases of debunking rumors.

Especially since it's a rumor spread by mainstream media like the Beggars' Sect.

Once a rumor gains traction, it becomes a given fact in the minds of others.

If that's the case, why should he care about what he thinks or does?

Anyone with guts, come on over. Anyway, those Beggars' Sect guys are going to die eventually. The only difference is how many people will die in the process.

If someone is willing to be a pioneer, attempting to step on others to become a hero, then they must be prepared to perish halfway through their journey.

The people at the post station had exhausted his last bit of pity; from now on, life and death would depend on their own abilities.

Bloodhand Butcher, that's a cool and awesome name, he likes it a lot, and he'll use it from now on.

To paraphrase Dao Lao Er, you are all welcome to intercept and kill him. Let's see if this martial world can elevate him to the status of a terrestrial immortal.