The courtyard erupted in shouts.
Chen Yan had just kicked the corpse aside when he saw several people sitting in the courtyard, eating hot pot.
One of them was stuffing a piece of beef tripe dripping with sesame sauce into his mouth. The others froze in astonishment for an instant; then one screamed, a few ran into the house, and two charged at Chen Yan.
"Grab a weapon!"
A bare-chested, middle-aged man with bulging muscles spoke as Qi and Blood surged between his fists. He swung at Chen Yan.
"You bastard! You come here and kill people? Do you have a death wish—"
As the burly man spoke, a red glow of Qi and Blood coiled before him. The faster he charged, the more massive his frame seemed to grow. Each of his bulging veins looked like a Blood Flood Dragon about to burst free of his body.
Facing the enormous fist about to smash into him, Chen Yan's eyelid twitched. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This was what a strong fighter looked like. This was a Blood Qi Martial Artist.
Strong. Terrifyingly strong!
His opponent had come to kill him!
How ruthless!
Now this was a fight!
At the thought, Chen Yan's smile widened. Unmatched, surging force surged through his body and swept into his right leg.
A mouthful of Red Mist flowed in and out with his breath!
Five Strength Stripes, three Meridian Stripes, three Skin Stripes, three Bone Stripes, and fourteen Extreme Stripes appeared across his chest.
Then he kicked!
The fist about to hit Chen Yan stopped abruptly in midair. The formerly ferocious-looking man froze on the spot.
In an instant, his mouth fell wide open. Fury and terror poured from him as he screamed at the sky.
"AAAHHHH!!!!"
His scream shattered