The setting sun was like blood, spilling across the earth. The entire Magic City seemed draped in a robe of blood.
Hua Qiang stood in the middle of the street, his robe hem fluttering in the wind, a faint layer of Killing Intent emanating from his body.
As he unleashed the Blood Guiding Technique, Fang Zhiguo exploded on the spot, flesh and blood scattering in every direction. His death was unimaginably gruesome.
Fang Zhiming, on the third floor, bled from all seven orifices as well, collapsing dead on the floor.
Inside the main hall of the Fang ancestral residence, Old Master Fang Zhongxiang was toying with a Hetian Jade Thumb Ring when he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his chest.
Just as he was about to cry for help, the blood vessels all over his body bulged like red-hot iron wires, and it seemed as though lava were surging beneath his skin.
The next second, with a thunderous bang, Fang Zhongxiang's body exploded atop the rosewood grandmaster's chair. Chunks of flesh and blood splattered across the carved screen, while scorching droplets of blood even pierced the window paper and landed on the crabapple petals in the courtyard.
In the second-floor study, Fang Zhizhe, the fourth son of the Fang family, was processing reports on overseas assets at his computer. The blue glow of the screen reflected his smug smile.
Suddenly, his vision went black, and a torrent of black blood poured from his throat. His hands clawed wildly at the keyboard before his head slammed heavily into the monitor.
Blood trickled through the gaps in the screen, dyeing the numbers on the report a dark red.
Inside a luxurious villa, Fang Zhiding had just ended an encrypted call with an overseas arms dealer, the warmth of his phone still