Bloody Hand Butcher Wang Wu's nickname was naturally no empty boast.
He had earned it because his greatest skill was a move called Black Tiger Digs Heart—yes, the very move that every fifth-rate character in a wuxia novel knew.
Ordinarily, that alone would not have meant much.
But this was a High Martial World, so Wang Wu's Black Tiger Digs Heart was practically comparable to Little Li Flying Dagger: once unleashed, it never missed. One claw to seize the heart—it had been practiced to the point of nearly overturning the Law of Causality.
And it was precisely because this move was so terrifying that he had earned the title Blood Hand Butcher.
Now, Wang Wu seized the moment when Fang Zheng had been distracted by the monks beside him and struck in one swift move!
He got him!
Seeing Fang Zheng fail to react at all, a cold smile appeared at the corner of Wang Wu's mouth.
He could practically feel his fingers piercing the other man's chest and pulling out his heart...
"Sorry, I'm not interested in men."
Fang Zheng's voice drifted lightly into Wang Wu's ear.
Then, with a soft snap, the white jade fan suddenly opened, blocking the claw Wang Wu had thrust toward him. His fingers, wrapped in Internal Force and capable of effortlessly piercing even iron and stone, shuddered violently as though they had struck a diamond wall before that seemingly fragile white jade fan. Before Wang Wu could react, he saw Fang Zheng looking at him with an amused smile, then closing the fan with a swish.
Yet along with that movement, Wang Wu felt an irresistible force spiraling up his arm.
Then...
"Waaaaaah!!"
Amid his screams, Wang Wu's outstretched right arm twisted and rotated like a towel being wrung dry. Invisible spiraling Qi