"What's your name?" the shopkeeper demanded, both shocked and furious, his face deathly pale.
Chu Ning replied in a flat voice, every word icy cold. "One breath every seven days? Your Wang family has treated the lives of everyone in the county as copper coins to be calculated down to the last detail. Today, I'll make you repay this debt with blood."
"Pfft!" A blade's gleam tore through the air, its cold light vanishing in a flash. Before the shopkeeper could react, both his wrists had been severed by the sharp edge. Blood gushed from the stumps and splattered across the floor.
The red-bronze abacus fell after them. Copper coins scattered everywhere, clattering sharply and chaotically against the tiles.
He shrank back in terror, his face white as paper, his lips trembling uncontrollably. "You... you're that wretch from the Chu family?"
Chu Ning's gaze darkened, but he gave no answer.
Just then.
"Bang!"
Two streaks of blood abruptly shot up and pounced from the shadows. They were two blood puppets concealed inside the building! Yet before they could get close, Chu Ning's Golden Eyes blazed, lightning surged, and thunderlight erupted from his palm.
With a thunderous crack, the blood puppets were instantly torn to pieces by the force of the lightning, leaving not even scraps behind.
His expression indifferent, he swept his gaze across the entire room.
The shelves displayed all kinds of expensive porcelain, jade artifacts, and rare ancient texts. Yet at this moment, the wealth the Wang family had amassed seemed as pale and powerless as dung.
Except for one place.
His gaze focused on a neat row of Flame Pattern Darts inside a hidden compartment in the wall.
They were red from tip to end, faint patterns of swirling flames appearing across their bodies. They were killing