Slaughtering Their Way to the Blood Slaughter Alliance Headquarters

In two days, Hua Qiang and Wang Baoyuan swept through fifteen Blood Slaughter Alliance strongholds across China, killing nearly 4,000 assassins of various ranks.

From the lowest -Bronze Rank assassins to the highest-ranking Platinum Rank assassins, all but those who were away on missions and not in the base managed to escape; none of them survived.

Meanwhile, the assassins also questioned Hua Qiang, asking why he was causing them trouble for no reason.

Should we ruthlessly kill them?

Hua Qiang sneered, "You've been causing me trouble time and time again, sending people to assassinate me. Now I'm wiping you all out. Is that a problem?"

Upon learning the truth, the assassins cursed those who accepted the mission as pigs. They argued that of all the missions, they had chosen one against an opponent they had absolutely no chance against, which was tantamount to utterly destroying their organization!

The Misty Sea is about 10,000 meters from the border of China.

It was a mysterious and dangerous sea area.

The persistent fog, like thick cotton wool, drifted freely across the sea, shrouding the area in a hazy and unknown atmosphere.

In the center of this Misty Sea, a huge island appears and disappears, also tightly shrouded in layers of mist, like a hidden, mysterious world.

This island is home to many buildings of various styles.

These buildings vary in style; some have flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters; others are simple and rustic, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere; and still others resemble a huge castle.

One of the largest palaces is currently brightly lit.

The bright light shone through the attic windows, forming dim, yellowish halos in the mist.

Inside the attic, dozens of people were sitting around a large round table.

They wore all sorts of colorful and distinctive costumes, as if they came from different regions or organizations.

Everyone wore a mask, and there were all sorts of styles.

There are ferocious Evil Ghost masks, cunning fox masks, and mysterious skull masks, among others.

At this moment, these people sat around the round table, each with an extremely heavy expression, as if they were being weighed down by an invisible mountain.

The entire attic was filled with a deathly silence, like the oppressive stillness before a storm.

Suddenly, a person wearing a purple mask slammed their hand on the table.

He stood up abruptly, shouting, "Arrogant, presumptuous, this is outrageous! This is blatant provocation!"

"Do you really think we, the Blood Slaughter Alliance, can't bully you?"

They wiped out 15 of our strongholds in one fell swoop—places we had painstakingly built up over many years!

"That's not all. Our Blood Slaughter Alliance suffered a direct loss of nearly 4,000 people, which is almost half of our personnel!"

This is tantamount to a severe blow to our very foundation. When has our Blood Slaughter Alliance ever suffered such a devastating damage?

His voice was hoarse with anger, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

The man in the purple mask surveyed the crowd, then roared, "Who the hell is it that has provoked this god of death? Give me an answer!"

Faced with the purple-masked man's anger and shouting, the others also glared at him with fury.

It was a fire of hatred for the enemy, but this anger was mixed with fear and panic.

They knew all too well what it meant to provoke such a powerful enemy; if things went wrong, their Blood Slaughter Alliance would be wiped out by this person.

At that time, all their efforts and all their business will be in vain, and they themselves will be in a state of utter ruin.

"Quiet!"

The elder at the head of the group spoke in an extremely authoritative voice.

He had snow-white hair and wore a skull mask that exuded an eerie aura.

The moment he spoke, the immense aura emanating from him vanished like a surging wave.

This was a powerful pressure that only Half-Saint Realm expert could possess, like a towering mountain suddenly pressing down.

Everyone present immediately fell silent, each one trembling with fear, not daring to make the slightest move.

Among those present were many experts with the Emperor Realm cultivation.

The Emperor Realm —that's a realm that countless people can only look up to.

These people are influential figures in all sectors every day.

However, faced with the aura released by this Half-Saint Realm expert, they quickly restrained their posture, sitting obediently like docile sheep, not daring to show any arrogance or dissatisfaction.

The old man slowly spoke, saying, "This is the greatest crisis our Blood Slaughter Alliance has faced since its founding."

The enemy was extremely powerful; in just two days, they swept through our 15 strongholds like a whirlwind.

"In the past two days of fighting, we have suffered heavy losses. More than 4,000 of my men have been killed!"

"Based on the intelligence we currently have, this enemy's cultivation level should at least have reached the Emperor Realm."

"His strength should be enough to go toe-to-toe with mine."

"To prevent our personnel at other outposts from suffering such heavy losses again, I hereby order all personnel to immediately assemble at the headquarters of our Blood Slaughter Alliance."

"Concentrate our strongest forces, do everything possible to find this person's whereabouts, and then work together to eliminate him."

"Otherwise, our Blood Slaughter Alliance would be in grave danger."

"Yes, my lord!"

Everyone present answered in unison, agreeing that this was the best solution, bringing everyone together to avoid being picked off one by one and suffering further losses.

With their combined strength, they have the ability to Strangulation their opponent!

Little did they know that this practice would actually make things easier for Hua Qiang.

These past two days, Fatty Wang has been extremely happy.

During the battle, he was like a madman, swinging his iron hammer with tremendous force, each strike carrying immense power, making it incredibly exhilarating to fight.

Wherever the hammer struck, blood splattered, making the killing incredibly satisfying.

Perhaps it was this frenzied Slaughter in battle that made his blood boil, like a flame igniting and burning fiercely in his veins.

This intensity of combat unleashed the energy that had been dormant in his blood and had not yet been extinguished.

His strength surged like a rocket launch, at an astonishing speed, directly leaping to the Martial Ancestor Realm.

Now, even if he faces a Martial King Realm expert, he is not afraid at all and is fully qualified to compete with them.

If he were to unleash his full power, a single swing of that giant hammer could probably smash a Martial King Realm expert into a pile of mangled flesh.

Hua Qiang was overjoyed to see his brother make such a big improvement.

The two had a life-or-death bond; how could he not be happy that his brother was doing well?

The two found a place and enjoyed a hearty meal.

After finishing his meal, Hua Qiang simply waved his hand, and space seemed to be sliced open by an invisible knife, creating a Space Rift.

The crack was pitch black, exuding a mysterious aura.

Without delay, Hua Qiang grabbed Wang Baoyuan and stepped into the crevice.

The next moment, the two arrived in the air above a sea area.

The sea was shrouded in mist, making it look mysterious, and no one knew what secrets were hidden beneath.

Hua Qiang murmured softly, "Blood Slaughter Alliance, I'm here!"