Who has the right to decide is up to me

Lin Shuguang read each line carefully, judging the gap in his improvement.

First, his Blood Energy Value had skyrocketed to nearly sixty thousand calories...

"Logically, I killed that many blood corpses—it should be more than this. Why did some barely provide any blood energy? Is it related to the world's rules there?"

Unable to figure it out, Lin Shuguang didn't dwell on it. Even so, his nearly sixty-thousand-calorie Blood Energy Value left many of the Demon Martial students in the dust.

He then looked at the Undying Nine Revolutions Divine Body Heart Sutra.

It had already upgraded from Lv3 to Lv6.

Jumping three levels in a row, Lin Shuguang's blood energy now churned within him like a blazing furnace, surging endlessly.

No wonder Si Bureau's fist had landed without any sensation—turns out it wasn't that he was holding back, but that Lin Shuguang himself was thick-skinned and tough.

Realizing the truth, Lin Shuguang turned his head to look out the car window and let out a long breath.

The Blade of Slaughter - Nourishing Art and Blade of Slaughter - Killing Art had both risen to Lv2...

The special skill Lightning Ray had upgraded to Lv4;

His cultivation had also jumped several levels, reaching the stage of Bone Tempering 51 Resonances.

"My Heaven and Earth Black and Yellow Breathing Technique can only be cultivated up to the 71st Resonance... I'm short on money, short on a heart sutra..."

Lin Shuguang withdrew his gaze and looked at the driver behind the wheel, speaking flatly: "You changed course at the first intersection. It's been a while now—where exactly are you trying to take me?"

The driver's face shifted slightly, and he lowered his voice: "Please forgive me, Mr. Lin. Someone wants to see you."

"What era is this, still pulling this kind of trick?" Lin Shuguang curled his lips into a cold smile but didn't make things difficult for the driver.

Even if he struck now, the mastermind would just send someone else later.

Better to go himself and play right into their hands.

Lin Shuguang closed his eyes to rest.

The driver stole a glance at Lin Shuguang through the rearview mirror and quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He recognized Lin Shuguang from the Ye Family incident back then, knowing full well that the fearsome martial artist sitting in his car was no ordinary brute.

But he had no choice... his wife and child were still in their hands.

As long as he delivered Lin Shuguang to that place, everything would be fine.

Fifteen minutes later.

The driver took Lin Shuguang across half of Huai City, finally stopping the car in a park square on the outskirts.

He opened the door, didn't even dare to keep the car, and bolted away.

That left Lin Shuguang alone in the vehicle.

He continued to rest with his eyes closed, unmoved by the fleeing driver.

In the dead silence, thick white mist surged from all around the square, creeping steadily toward Lin Shuguang.

Over a dozen figures silently appeared around the taxi.

Each held a weapon, encircling Lin Shuguang completely.

Thump! Thump!

The leader stood outside Lin Shuguang's window, sizing him up without a shred of respect. He pounded his thick fist against the glass and sneered, "You sure can keep your cool!"

Lin Shuguang opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look. Their attire wasn't like the Divine Temple's—this bunch looked more like high-level enforcers from some faction.

"Just a few little bugs."

Lin Shuguang murmured, seeming somewhat bored.

The burly leader barked, "Get the hell out! I've got questions for you!"

The moment the words left his mouth—

Crash!

The window shattered explosively, shards blasting in all directions. Before the shouting brute could even react, Lin Shuguang's large hand clamped down, forcing his head straight through the broken window.

Clean and swift, no wasted motion!

The man's eyes bulged wide, his face full of shock as he stared at the cold, ruthless visage before him. His throat bobbed as he snarled in fury, "You—are you looking for—Aaaagh!"

He couldn't even finish saying "looking for death" before the searing pain of his shoulder bones being crushed flooded him like a tidal wave.

A bloodcurdling scream tore from his throat.

That snapped the other men surrounding the taxi back to their senses.

"Move!"

They yanked open the doors, ready to act.

But then—

A savage Saber Light split the taxi into pieces on the spot.

Zhu Zhitang, his shoulder gripped in Lin Shuguang's single hand, stared in terror as the massive cab was cleaved apart before his very eyes by that single slash.

"This is the cultivation of Bone Tempering Ten Resonances?! What idiot gave me that intel!!!"

Blood wind surged!

Lin Shuguang gripped Zhu Zhitang in one hand and the Slaughter Blade in the other.

The dozen or so figures before him had all been sent flying by the saber light just now, crashing into flower beds and small ponds over ten meters away.

His momentum was overwhelming!

"L-L-Lin Shuguang..."

Zhu Zhitang stammered out Lin Shuguang's name, his face stripped of its former arrogance.

Lin Shuguang glanced at him coolly.

Before Zhu Zhitang could utter a second word, a single slap sent him sprawling to the ground.

"You were acting tough with me just now?"

Zhu Zhitang's mouth was full of blood as he lay on the ground. Hearing Lin Shuguang's words, his heart trembled.

"I'm a man of the Zhao Family, Lin Shuguang. Don't bring trouble on yourself! Ah!"

Lin Shuguang disciplined him with a blank expression. "You think you're qualified to tell me what to do?"

Zhu Zhitang was beaten until his vision blurred, his knees hitting the ground as blood streamed down. He no longer dared to speak.

Only then did Lin Shuguang speak calmly. "You say you're from the Zhao Family. Which Zhao Family?"

Zhu Zhitang trembled in fear. "The Zhao Family from the Central Province... Zhao Minghui..."

At the mention of that name, Lin Shuguang immediately understood the whole situation. A cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "Your Zhao Family still dares to come after me?"

Zhu Zhitang quavered, "Zhao Minghui was a promising scion of the family. Now that he's been killed, the family refuses to accept it, so..."

"So they set their sights on me?"

Lin Shuguang asked coldly.

Zhu Zhitang knelt before him. At those words, he dropped his head low, not daring to respond.

"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"

Just then, the phone in Zhu Zhitang's pocket vibrated.

His whole body stiffened as he looked at Lin Shuguang.

Lin Shuguang reached out and grabbed the phone without any courtesy.

The moment he answered, a woman's icy voice came through. "Did he confess?"

Lin Shuguang raised an eyebrow and said flatly, "Your man is kneeling in front of me right now and can't answer. Say whatever you have to say directly."

There was a tremor on the other end of the line.

After a full three or four seconds of silence, the woman seemed to snap out of her shock. "You... you're Lin Shuguang?"

Suddenly, her voice turned venomous. "Is my brother's death related to you? Did you kill him? I know his character—you must have provoked him first! Otherwise, he never would have fallen into someone's trap!! It's you, it has to be you! Lin Shuguang—"

"Crack!"

The phone was crushed in Lin Shuguang's hand. His face expressionless, he said, "Crazy woman."

Zhu Zhitang shuddered.

"Does the Zhao Family have any assets in Huai City?"

Zhu Zhitang hesitated. "...Yes."

Lin Shuguang stared at him blankly. "I really don't know if your Zhao Family has lost its mind. Didn't Hong Baiqing tell you whether your Zhao Family even has the right to provoke me?"

At the mention of Hong Baiqing's name, Zhu Zhitang's face turned deathly pale, as if he suddenly understood something. He scrambled backward in panic.

"Don't—don't kill—ah!!!"