Family Extermination

[Three targets killed. Unlimited Combat proficiency increased by 9%.]

[Unlimited Combat (Beginner Level): proficiency 72%.]

Qin Yan took a deep breath, enduring the bloody smell filling his nostrils. Killing the three men had taken very little time.

He searched the three of them and found a total of seven taels and three qian of silver, along with a bag of copper coins. He also took a sharp dagger from Qiao Dashi.

After taking another careful look around, he dragged the three corpses to a ravine in the woods and threw them in.

Only after doing all that did Qin Yan return to the village.

Song Bao and the others had been waiting for Qin Yan, and they immediately told him what had happened at the Qiao house that day.

The Qiao Family had invited several people over to eat and drink. Apart from the second son, none of the family had gone out.

After seeing the two men off, a ruthless gleam flashed in Qin Yan's eyes. The old village chief had been right.

Either don't do it, or finish it completely.

The Qiao Family already saw him as a thorn in their flesh, a nail in their eye.

Either he died or I died.

Having lived a second life, Qin Yan understood things much more clearly. He took life and death lightly; if he couldn't stand something, he fought.

Scrape!

The sound of metal scraping against grit and stone!

Qin Yan steadily sharpened the woodcutter's blade until it gave off a faint, cold gleam. Dark clouds pressed down overhead!

The oppressive atmosphere brought with it an inexplicable irritation. The setting sun disappeared, and raindrops the size of beans pounded the ground.

They brought a touch of coolness to the scorching summer day.

A torrential downpour enveloped the entire mountain village. The rain fell hard, with no sign of stopping.

The entire village had already sunk into endless darkness, and the rain beat urgently against people's hearts.

Even deep into the night, the rain showed no sign of stopping.

A longbow hung over his shoulder, and the woodcutter's blade was tucked at his waist.

He gazed at the pitch-black night sky as icy rain struck his face, yet the fire in his heart burned ever hotter.

The last trace of confusion in his eyes was washed clean by the rain.

A solitary figure vanished into the rainy night!

The Qiao house!

Five men sat around a square table, three of them already drunk and dizzy.

"What's First Brother Qiao so scared of? It was just a dog that died. Was there any need to make such a fuss?"

The burly, dark-faced man ate peanuts as he grumbled in annoyance.

"Shh!"

The other lean man keeping him company hurriedly made a gesture for silence.

"You want to die, brat? Don't drag me down with you."

The lean, muscular man cursed under his breath.

"That dog of First Brother Qiao's was fierce. Ordinary men didn't dare get close to it.

"But just like that, someone killed it without a sound."

The lean man made a slashing motion across his throat. "First Brother Qiao has offended an expert."

"An expert!"

The dark-faced man scoffed. "Maybe someone poisoned the dog and stole it afterward.

"I reckon it was...!"

Pfft!

"Liu Er!"

The lean man watched an arrow pierce the dark-faced man's head through the temple in an instant, frightening his very soul out of him.

The next moment, another arrow pierced straight through his brain.

Two thuds rang out.

The noise finally drew a reaction from the three burly men, who were still muddled with drink. They raised their heads, their eyes glazed.

But Qin Yan, atop the wall of the house, had already nocked another arrow and drawn his bow, his gaze sharp as a blade.

The instant his fingers loosened, the arrow became a streak of thunder and pierced one man's chest, bursting into a cloud of bloody mist behind him.

Qin Yan swiftly pulled arrows from his quiver, nocking and drawing.

Every arrow was a life-claiming scythe.

Watching his companions shot dead one after another, the last man alive, who had also taken an arrow in the shoulder, was now scared out of his wits.

He hurriedly kicked the table over and used it as cover.

"Someone's killing people!"

Qin Yan's gaze grew even colder. He dropped the sinew-backed wooden longbow, snatched up the long-handled woodcutter's blade from behind his waist, and leaped down, landing steadily in the courtyard.

Power erupted beneath his feet, and he moved as fast as an afterimage.

He poured all the strength in his body into his foot and kicked the square table hard. The table, made of solid wood, instantly shattered into pieces.

Without losing any force, his foot slammed into the man's waist and abdomen.

The man's entire body flew into the air, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

Pfft!

The instant the man hit the ground, a chilling gleam flashed and Qin Yan chopped his head off. Blood gushed from his neck like a fountain, staining a large part of the room red.

The terrified screams and sounds of fighting immediately alerted First Brother Qiao, who had been resting. He shoved aside the woman beside him and, ignoring her screams, hurriedly grabbed the iron-bound long staff by the bed.

He rushed toward the main hall and found corpses strewn across the floor. Only a youth holding a bloodstained woodcutter's blade stared at him with a chilling gaze.

Bang!

The moment Qin Yan spotted Qiao Shanhe, he kicked the broken table beside him.

Seeing the table hurtling toward him, Qiao Shanhe was horrified. He rolled like a donkey and narrowly dodged it.

The violent impact instantly burst the already broken table into countless fragments.

Qiao Shanhe had never dreamed that the expert would turn out to be that Qin Family brat.

The terrifying strength left even him aghast.

Suddenly, a shadow blocked the dim candlelight. Before he could look up—

A foot had already kicked savagely at his face. The force was immense, shattering his jawbone.

His body lifted off the ground, and his head slammed into the brick wall behind him. The back of his skull struck it violently, and a spray of blood burst across the wall.

Qiao Shanhe's eyes were wide open. He died with his eyes unclosed!

"Father!"

Hearing the commotion, Qiao Leting also ran out of his room, just in time to see Qin Yan beat his father to death.

His mind seemed to take a heavy blow. Then, like a mad beast, he charged at Qin Yan to kill him.

"Give me back my father's life!"

"Kill!"

In Qin Yan's eyes, Qiao Leting's movements were as slow as a crawling turtle. He stepped aside to dodge him, and the blade in his hand flashed.

The sharp edge sliced into Qiao Leting's lower abdomen from the side, nearly cutting him in half at the waist.

"Aaaah! It hurts!

"Mother, save me! So much blood...!"

Pfft!

"How annoying!" Qin Yan chopped off his head with one stroke and looked coldly toward the side rooms.

Not counting the third Qiao son, who had already moved away, there were seven people in the Qiao Family. He had already killed the second son, the eldest son, and the eldest son's son.

That left the wives of the two brothers, the eldest son's daughter, and the second son's son and daughter.

When Qin Yan said he would wipe out an entire family, he absolutely meant it.

"Don't kill me. I know where the family's silver is kept. I'll give you all of it."

Qin Yan found the eldest Qiao son's wife first. Tears and snot streamed down her face as she begged him to spare her life.

Pfft!

Qin Yan brought the blade down without so much as blinking.

"Once I kill you, your things will still be mine."

As for the second Qiao son's wife, she was fleeing toward the door in a panic with her two children, but Qin Yan was faster.

With a sweep of his blade, he killed all three.

Whether adults or children, he showed not a trace of mercy.

They were already mortal enemies. If he showed mercy, he would be letting down the earnest teachings passed down through thousands of years of his great Huaxia's history.

The rain fell hard, without a trace of any other clamor.

[Eleven targets killed. Unlimited Combat proficiency increased by 28%.]

[Unlimited Combat level (Proficient Level).]

[Arrow level proficiency increased by 8%.]