Ten Steps, One Kill! A Thousand Miles, None Shall Pass!

A hundred-zhang cliff was nothing more than a moment's work for Su Haoran.

He scaled the cliff silently, and before him stood a wooden house built against the mountainside. It was brightly lit, standing out starkly against the dimness of the surrounding wooden structures.

One of the rooms still had its lights on, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and indistinct curses.

Su Haoran's ears twitched as he made out the content of the curses.

"...you little bastard... don't let me catch you again..."

It was the same man in black who had infiltrated the Scripture Repository the other night! The Ghost Shadow Leopard Cat!

A murderous glint flashed in Su Haoran's eyes as he silently crept to the window of the wooden house.

Inside, the Ghost Shadow Leopard Cat was drinking alone, stewing in his anger. The previous night's failure was a deep humiliation to him.

His vision blurred with drunkenness, and he seemed to see the figure he hated most appear before him.

"You little bastard... you dare show yourself again... watch me... I'll... "

Before he could finish speaking, a cold voice sounded clearly in his ear.

"You said... next time you saw me, you'd kill me?"

The Ghost Shadow Leopard Cat shuddered and looked up abruptly. A dark figure stood before him, watching him silently.

"Am... am I dreaming?" The Ghost Shadow Leopard Cat shook his head, the alcohol clouding his senses, making it difficult to distinguish reality from illusion.

"No, I'm here to collect your life."

Su Haoran's voice was like the chilling ice of the deepest abyss.

The moment his voice fell, he moved!

The Ghost Shadow Leopard Cat's vision blurred, and a terrifying, irresistible force was upon him!

His proud footwork was utterly useless at this moment; he couldn't even begin to react!

He stared in horror, wanting to cry for help, but only managed a short, choked "Ugh."

Crack!

Su Haoran's palm, like iron pincers, clamped around his throat and squeezed hard!

The Third Boss of Crimson Hair Stronghold, known for his elusive footwork and vicious techniques, was killed on the spot without even managing to throw a single blow!

Su Haoran casually tossed the body aside and quickly searched the room. He found a pouch full of gold and silver and a few stacks of paper and pages, which he unceremoniously pocketed.

Just as he was about to leave, hurried footsteps sounded from outside the door.

"Third Brother! Third Brother! Is something going on?"

Third Brother?

It was either the Second Boss, Liao Fan, or the First Boss of Crimson Hair Stronghold!

Su Haoran's gaze turned cold. Instead of leaving, he darted behind the door to hide.

Creak—

Liao Fan pushed the door open and entered, followed by several of his trusted henchmen.

His eyes immediately fell upon the Ghost Shadow Leopard Cat, lying on the ground with a shattered throat. His pupils contracted sharply!

"Who?!" he roared, an icy aura erupting from him.

The only answer was a heavy fist whistling from behind the door!

Liao Fan, being a master close to the Bone Forging realm, reacted swiftly. At the last possible second, he crossed his arms in front of his chest, taking the punch head-on!

Bang!

A dull thud echoed as Liao Fan felt his arms hit like a battering ram. Intense pain shot through him, and he was thrown back seven or eight steps before he could barely steady himself!

He stared at Su Haoran, who emerged from behind the door, his face filled with disbelief!

"Who are you?! How could you be here?!"

"I'm the one who's going to kill you!" Su Haoran stated concisely.

"Kill him!" Liao Fan shouted, a mixture of shock and rage. He couldn't comprehend how Su Haoran had infiltrated the place, but he knew this man could not be allowed to leave alive today!

Several henchmen roared and charged forward.

Su Haoran didn't even spare them a glance. His body flickered, fists and feet flying. The sound of cracking bones echoed as the henchmen, their faces contorted in terror, were swiftly dispatched by Su Haoran, using the confined space of the wooden house to his advantage.

"Good, good, good... boy! You've certainly got some skills!" Liao Fan's expression turned grave. He glanced at the hundred-zhang cliff just beyond the wall of the wooden house, took a deep breath, and his hands turned as black as ink. "My Bone Corroding Hand has crippled countless masters. Today, I'll use you to test it!"

He lunged forward like a phantom, his claws whistling through the air, aiming straight for Su Haoran's chest!

Su Haoran sneered, not dodging or evading. He deliberately puffed out his chest, meeting the attack head-on!

At the same time, he thrust out a palm, seemingly oblivious to the ink-black claws.

Iron Cloth Shirt, Perfection!

Screech!

Liao Fan's poisonous claws, capable of corroding metal and iron, scraped against Su Haoran's chest, only to produce a string of blinding sparks and a grating sound!

Not even a white mark was left behind!

"What?!" Liao Fan's soul nearly leaped out of his body!

His prized claw technique couldn't even break through the opponent's defense?!

He wanted to retreat, but it was too late!

Su Haoran grabbed his wrist, and no matter how much Liao Fan struggled, he was held as if by iron clamps, unable to move.

"Your hands are too soft."

Su Haoran looked at him and slowly raised his other fist.

"No—!"

For the first time, true fear appeared in Liao Fan's eyes.

Boom!

The Arhat Fist descended upon him!

Liao Fan, the Second Boss of the Crimson Hair Stronghold, the "Shadow Hand" who had wreaked havoc in the Green Cloud Mountains for years, met his end!

"You brat! How dare you!"

Just then, a world-shattering roar echoed from the direction of the Assembly Hall, and a fierce, unparalleled aura swept over like a mountain flood!

The First Boss, Xiong Ba, had finally arrived!

Su Haoran felt the powerful aura, far exceeding the Skin Tempering Realm, pressing down on him. He knew it was a master of the Bone Forging Realm.

He didn't linger for another fight. Grabbing his spoils, he leaped up, jumped out the window, and activated the Soaring Dragon Startling Swan Art, speeding back towards the cliff he had come from!

"Where do you think you're going!"

Xiong Ba moved like a galloping horse. With a few leaps, he was in the courtyard. He looked at the bodies of his two brothers on the ground, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot. He let out a beast-like roar and furiously pursued Su Haoran in the direction he had fled!

However, Su Haoran's movement technique was too fast. He navigated the complex terrain like a fish in water, and within a few blinks, he reached the edge of the cliff.

He glanced back at the enraged, pursuing figure behind him and sneered.

Then, he leaped into the vast night, disappearing without a trace.

Kill ten men in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles. After the deed, brush off your clothes and go, hiding your name deep within!

"Aaaargh—!"

Xiong Ba reached the cliff's edge and stared down into the bottomless darkness. He attempted to charge down, but the cliff ultimately forced him back.

A hundred-zhang drop would turn even a Bone Forging expert into a bloody pulp!

He could only let out a roar of impotent fury!