Casually drawing a knife from the man with the saber next to him, he walked toward the two county heads.

The man beside him was none other than Lord Gold. He had originally disagreed with giving such respect to this youngster. But David Harris drawing the blade shocked him. The treasured saber, which no one else had ever used, was forcibly taken from him. Although it was unexpected, Lord Gold now had a higher regard for David Harris's martial skills. He couldn't help but start doubting Johnson's plan.

With a look of suspicion, he glanced at Johnson, only to find Johnson looking back at him with the same shocked expression. Both of them couldn't help but shudder.

As the two were lost in thought, a sudden scream rang out. Looking closely, the scene before them made them change color in horror.

David Harris had actually skinned the two county heads with incredible speed, exposing the bloody, tender flesh beneath. They looked like two lumps of meat stripped of their clothing.

The two lumps of flesh collapsed to the ground, covered in dust, suffering even more. David Harris had already stopped, listening to their wails.

The county head's wife had already fainted, but David Harris actually stimulated her acupoints, waking her up to continue her wailing.

After a while of such wailing, someone could no longer bear it and rushed forward, wanting to end the couple's suffering, but at a cold snort from David Harris, they retreated again.

The county head and his wife wailed through the night, finally breathing their last. Most people did not sleep that night. The brothers of the wolf army were used to such scenes, but those brought by Watson and Johnson vomited for half the night, until they couldn't even bring up bile, and finally ran far away, out of earshot. For a whole year after, they dared not see blood.

Seeing that the county head and his wife were dead, David Harris wielded the blade like flying, chopping their corpses into countless tiny pieces, as fine as dust, before finally stopping.

He glanced at the crowd, gathered up the polar cold iron, tossed the knife back to Lord Gold, and praised, "Good blade!"

He turned, threw his head back, and laughed loudly, shouting, "The blood feud is avenged! So what if I don't kill? Hahahaha!"

He cupped his hands to the crowd and disappeared into the distance.

Lord Gold looked at the knife in his hand and suddenly noticed a streak of fresh blood. He couldn't help but vomit again, and from then on, never touched the blade again.

Chapter Four: Disappearance

Master Watson turned to ask Charles Brooks, "Charles Brooks, does your boss keep his word?"

Although he felt a bit displeased, Charles Brooks still replied, "Our boss has always kept his word."

Watson also felt a bit embarrassed and muttered to himself, "That's good, that's good."

He turned and asked Master Johnson, "Daoist, is it true that the polar cold iron really can't be melted and forged?"

The Daoist replied, "You know that already. I'm just afraid that if David Harris finds out he's been tricked, he'll fly into a rage out of humiliation."

At this, a disciple of Emei among the wolf army interjected, "Grandmaster, our boss always keeps his word." This disciple already disdained his sect's actions, and hearing them still doubting boss David Harris, couldn't help but speak up.

Johnson also said with a sigh, "Let's hope so."

The group left together.

From then on, David Harris was never seen in the martial world again. Instead, thousands of wandering swordsmen skilled in the "Absolute Blade" suddenly appeared, communicating with each other, watching out for one another, and becoming a force in the martial world that could not be ignored.

A year later.

In the primeval forests of the far west, vines covered the sky. The ground was thick with moss, and all kinds of birds and beasts passed by from time to time. The air was filled with a wild, primitive atmosphere.

At the forest's edge, colorful miasma would appear at regular intervals. Anyone who didn't know better and accidentally touched it would be completely dissolved by the deadly poison. These miasmas separated the forest from the outside world, making them two different realms.

At noon, the silent forest suddenly echoed with a "crash" as a long vine wrapped around a tree was chopped through, revealing a gap.

This was also the time when the miasma was at its weakest, but for someone to appear in such a remote, uninhabited forest was already a strange thing.

The gap was widened further and further, until it was big enough for a person to pass through. A sturdy figure appeared in the opening.

He held a machete for clearing the way, carried a huge leather pack on his back, had a square bundle wrapped in leather strapped to his left arm, wore a fitted traveler's outfit, and a pair of leather boots that, judging by their color, had already traveled a considerable distance.

He was no more than twenty years old, but his face was full of determination. He looked at the trees ahead and swung his machete to open a path.

Wasn't he David Harris? How did he end up in this wild land?

In just a short while, David Harris had carved out a narrow path through the forest, just wide enough for one person to pass.

After coming out, he arrived at a clearing with a small pond.

David Harris was very satisfied with this spot. It was beyond the range of the miasma and had a pond—truly an excellent campsite.

He opened the leather pack on his back, which surprisingly contained a small tent. David Harris set it up by the pond. He gathered some dry firewood from around, built a fire, then took out a small bow and arrows from the pack and disappeared into the nearby woods.

Before long, David Harris returned to camp carrying a wild boar, enthusiastically skinned and cleaned it, found a stick to skewer several legs, and roasted them over the campfire, occasionally rubbing on some seasonings from his pack.

As the aroma gradually wafted out, David Harris sniffed, found it almost done, tore off a hind leg, and began his meal.