Brother's Tragic Death, Blood Debt Must Be Paid in Blood!

The next day, at noon.

The sky was overcast, pressing down, making it hard to breathe.

Ten Mile Slope, outside the city.

This was once a rich iron ore deposit, but the veins dried up, and it was abandoned.

Now, only rocks littered the mountain and dark, gaping mine tunnel entrances remained.

Lu Chen, leading twenty elite gang members, rode their swift horses to the foot of the mountain.

"Whoa—"

Lu Chen reined in his horse, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

It was too quiet.

Not even a bird chirped.

Only the wind whistling through the mine tunnels.

"Boss, this place looks a bit creepy."

Wang Xiaoliu shivered, his hand resting on his hilt, his face wary.

"Which mine tunnel did the defector say it was in?"

Lu Chen asked expressionlessly.

"He said Cave No. 3, halfway up the mountain."

Wang Xiaoliu pointed to an entrance halfway up the slope, half-hidden by weeds.

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes, looking at the cave entrance.

His intuition told him there was danger inside.

But he had to go in.

This was not only Zhao Tieshan's order, but also because of the so-called "Treasure Vault."

Fortune favors the bold.

If there really was a treasure vault, the resources within would be enough for him to cultivate to the Meridian Connecting Realm.

"Leave five men outside to watch the horses. If we don't come out in half an hour, fire the signal arrow for help."

Lu Chen calmly gave the order.

"The rest of you, follow me into the cave."

"Yes!"

The group lit torches and cautiously entered Mine Cave No. 3.

The cave was cold and damp, and the air was filled with a rotten smell.

The ground was pitted and uneven, covered with rubble and puddles everywhere.

The deeper they went, the darker it became.

The torchlight could only illuminate a few feet around them; the depths were an unknown darkness.

Drip.

Drip.

The sound of water droplets falling on stone was exceptionally clear in the silent mine.

"Boss, there's no path ahead."

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the scout at the front suddenly stopped.

Ahead was a cave-in, with boulders blocking the way.

"No path?"

Lu Chen frowned.

Just then.

Click.

A faint sound of a trigger mechanism, sharp and piercing in the dead silence of the space.

Lu Chen's expression changed drastically.

"Retreat! There's an ambush!"

Rumble!

Before he could finish speaking, the rock wall above their heads suddenly cracked open.

Countless massive rolling stones, mixed with sharp caltrops, poured down like a torrential rain.

"Ah--!"

Screams erupted instantly.

Several gang members walking in the middle didn't even have time to react before they were crushed into meat paste by the boulder.

"Defense! Against the wall!"

Lu Chen roared, his Hundred Refinements Steel Saber dancing into a blur of light, cleaving away falling debris and caltrops.

But this was only the beginning.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Countless small holes suddenly opened on the rock walls on both sides.

Dense crossbow bolts, carrying a faint blue glow, shot from all directions.

Poisoned arrows!

"Shields!"

The surviving gang members quickly raised their round shields.

But under such a dense rain of arrows, the round shields couldn't protect their entire bodies.

Thwack thwack thwack!

The sound of arrows piercing flesh was incessant.

A few more gang members were hit and fell, their faces instantly turning black, frothing at the mouth, clearly poisoned.

In just a few breaths.

More than half of the fifteen elites Lu Chen brought had fallen.

Only Wang Xiaoliu and two other skilled fighters remained, huddled back-to-back in a corner, desperately holding on.

"Hahahaha!"

A sharp laugh suddenly echoed from the depths of the mine tunnel.

From behind the boulder blocking the path, more than a dozen figures slowly emerged.

The person at the forefront wore a Scarlet Jing Suit, their face cold and beautiful, but their eyes flickered with insane killing intent.

It was Li Qingyi.

Behind her followed more than ten elites from the Red Fish Gang, each exuding a fierce aura, clearly all skilled fighters in the Flesh Refining Realm.

And behind Lu Chen and the others, at the original entrance.

A loud bang.

A Thousand Jin Giant Stone fell, completely sealing off their retreat.

A turtle trapped in a jar.

"Lu Chen, didn't expect this, did you?"

Li Qingyi looked down at the disheveled Lu Chen from above, a cruel smile on her face.

"For that palm strike, today I will tear you to pieces to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Lu Chen patted the dust off his body and glanced at his brothers, who had suffered heavy casualties.

There was no fear on his face, only a chilling calm.

"To kill just one Flesh Refining Realm cultivator like me, you actually mobilized the Gang Leader herself and set up such a convoluted scheme."

Lu Chen raised his head, his gaze meeting Li Qingyi's directly.

"Should I feel honored, or should I say you... fear me?"

"Sharp-tongued brat!"

Li Qingyi's face sank, as if a sore spot had been poked.

That's right, she was afraid.

That palm strike that night had made her feel the threat of death.

This young man's growth rate was too fast, his methods too ruthless.

If he were allowed to continue growing, the Red Fish Gang would surely be destroyed.

That was why she had spared no expense in using the hidden agent within the Black Water Gang for many years to set up this inescapable trap.

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Li Qingyi drew her Dual Swords, their cold gleam sharp and piercing.

"Today, this will be your burial ground!"

"Charge! Chop him to pieces!"

Following her command.

The more than ten Red Fish Gang elites behind her roared and charged forward.

Within the narrow Mine Tunnel, killing intent surged.

Lu Chen took a deep breath and gripped his Hundred Refinements Steel Saber tightly.

Inside his body, the Iron Cloth Shirt circulated to its extreme, his skin taking on a dark green sheen.

Vibrating Force gathered in his palm, ready to be unleashed.

"Wang Xiaoliu, if you don't want to die, keep up with me!"

Lu Chen let out a low shout, not retreating but advancing, charging towards the pack of enemies as fierce as wolves.

This battle was a dead end.

It was also a path to survival.

Only by carving out a bloody path could they live!

"Kill!"

Roars echoed through the mine tunnel, shaking dust from the ceiling to fall in a steady stream.

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