This Blade, I Will Kill You

The old man had no idea that Jiang Li saw every word, every expression, and heard everything he said.

Jiang Li had originally activated his Talent Ability to check whether there were any threats nearby, but he had never expected this old man he was meeting for the first time to say such things.

"B-Class Fugitive, Lu Dajun!"

Jiang Li's heart sank as he fell into thought.

It seemed that Luo Wenhao had intended to take revenge on Jiang Li's family, only to run into Lu Dajun.

As a result, Luo Wenhao's entire family had been wiped out, while Jiang Li's family remained safe and sound.

Jiang Li had seen it in TV dramas before—such vicious fugitives had their own particular rules when it came to killing.

Wiping out entire families was likely one of Lu Dajun's rules. The reason Jiang Li's father and sister had survived was because Jiang Li himself had not been there.

But today, he had returned, and that had drawn out Lu Dajun's bloodthirsty nature.

Following that line of reasoning, everything seemed to fit together.

Jiang Li made a snap decision and used the Command Flag's ability to firmly lock onto the old man.

He did not strike at once. One reason was that this old man looked vastly different from the Lu Dajun described in the files.

According to the information Yun Fei had given him, Lu Dajun was a young and vigorous middle-aged man. Though he was actually forty, he looked only thirty.

Yet the man before him was old and frail, short, and trembled even while walking, looking harmless to man and beast alike.

Even with disguise techniques, one's build and bones were difficult to alter. At the very least, a Seventh Grade martial artist could not do so.

Therefore, Jiang Li decided to observe the old man for a while longer and act only after confirming his identity.

At the same time, he could use this opportunity to determine the old man's strength.

If the other man was Seventh Grade, Jiang Li could fight him one-on-one.

But if he was Sixth Grade, Jiang Li would never make a move. Instead, he would immediately contact Lin Jinwei.

Soon, as Jiang Li tailed him, the old man merely went to a nearby supermarket, bought some milk and vegetables, and returned home.

Standing two hundred meters away, Jiang Li watched the old man cook, prepare dishes, and watch the news.

In the end, he withdrew his ability.

Although his Talent Ability allowed him to perceive everything within three hundred meters, it constantly drained his physical and mental energy.

For several days afterward, Jiang Li kept watch downstairs, but the old man never made a move.

Until, on the fifth day, the old man unexpectedly changed his route.

"Hmm?"

Through the Command Flag, Jiang Li sensed Lu Dajun entering an alley, pulling out a green brick in the alley wall, and taking out a set of black sportswear from inside.

After the old man changed into it with practiced ease, his hunched body straightened. Though he was still short, only about one meter sixty-five, he looked like an entirely different person.

After putting on a baseball cap, the old man hurried down the street.

At this point, Jiang Li was eighty percent certain that this man was Lu Dajun.

At the same time, to be safe, he sent Yun Fei a message.

He followed behind the old man until the old man entered a villa district in Beihe City.

The people living in this villa district were all influential and wealthy figures of Beihe City.

Following the old man's trail, Jiang Li easily scaled the residential compound's defenses as well.

Soon, the old man walked up to one of the villas and rang the doorbell.

The people inside the villa could never have imagined that a murderous madman who specialized in exterminating entire families had appeared outside their door.

Before long, a middle-aged man reeking of alcohol opened the door.

Lu Dajun raised a hand, seized the middle-aged man by the neck, and with a sudden burst of force, snapped his neck.

Then he darted inside in a single stride and shut the door.

"This is bad!"

Jiang Li's expression changed slightly when he saw this.

He immediately rushed out from the gardens two hundred meters away, then in a single stride arrived before the villa's window.

Compared to the heavy security door, the window was clearly easier to enter through.

Jiang Li threw a punch, smashing the glass directly before breaking through the window and entering.

Inside the villa, the old man was like an eagle pouncing on rabbits. The festive, joyful atmosphere from moments ago had turned into a living hell.

The man whose neck the old man had snapped earlier had already become a shriveled corpse, as though every last drop of his blood and vitality had been devoured.

Sensing Jiang Li break in through the window, Lu Dajun paused for a moment. Rather than showing any fear, he looked toward Jiang Li instead.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I was wondering why I'd recently kept feeling a pair of eyes beside me. So it was you."

"A Talent Ability?"

Ignoring the others as they fled, Lu Dajun turned to face Jiang Li.

"I never expected Lu Dajun, the wanted criminal who slaughtered an entire family, to look like this."

Jiang Li stared at Lu Dajun, not daring to let his guard down.

Lu Dajun grinned. "Kid, I was planning to deal with your family of three in a few days. Looks like I'll have to do it early."

"You really aren't very smart. Even if you're an Eighth-grade Martial Artist, before me, you're no different from an insect."

"Didn't your teachers ever tell you about the gap between martial artists?"

His gaze was cold and grim, carrying a bloodthirsty air. Even as he spoke, he was trying to mislead Jiang Li.

Before his words had even faded, Lu Dajun suddenly sprang into action.

In his eyes, a mere student—even an Eighth-grade Martial Artist—could be killed with a single strike.

But just as his palm was about to land on Jiang Li's neck, a long-absent sense of danger surged through him, making every hair on his body stand on end.

Bang!

The floor tiles shattered. With his powerful blood qi, Lu Dajun forcibly stopped himself and explosively retreated.

A flash of saber light swept past, missing severing his hand by a hair.

Lu Dajun's pupils constricted, but in the next instant, the Black Horizontal Saber in Jiang Li's hand came at him again.

The saber moved like lightning, slashing toward his neck with a ferocity no less than that of some seasoned martial artists.

Most importantly, Jiang Li's speed and strength had clearly surpassed those of an Eighth-grade Martial Artist.

At that moment, Lu Dajun abruptly crossed his hands, clamping the Black Horizontal Saber tightly between his palms.

Jiang Li was somewhat surprised. He raised his eyes toward Lu Dajun, whose skin had now turned a pale gold.

"Talent Ability?"

"Kid, I didn't expect you to have such skill. At your age, your Blood Qi Value has probably broken through to the Eighth Grade Peak, hasn't it?" Lu Dajun laughed. "How interesting. Not only has this tiny Beihe City produced an A-grade Talent Ability, the Thunder God Physique, but it even has an eighteen-year-old Seventh-grade martial artist like you?"

"Even provincial-capital-level geniuses are only so much."

Even as he spoke, Lu Dajun attacked Jiang Li once more.

This time, his palms turned into claws, shrouded in a layer of red light. Then his claws crossed, creating countless afterimages as they struck directly at Jiang Li's vital points.

Seventh-grade martial arts, Crimson Blood Hand.

Once touched by it, one's blood qi would be drained away. In severe cases, even the body would suffer irreversible damage.

Even among Seventh-grade martial arts, it was considered superior. But because it was far too vicious toward other martial artists, it had been classified as a forbidden martial art.

Though Jiang Li did not know the power of the Crimson Blood Hand, he had seen those shriveled corpses and knew this martial art was no ordinary thing.

With a flicker of his figure, he vanished from where he stood and appeared more than ten meters away.

"Hm? A perfected Eighth-grade Movement Martial Arts?"

Lu Dajun revealed a look of surprise once again. Looking up, he said, "Who would have thought that the brat those people called cursed would actually be Beihe City's foremost martial arts genius."

He understood deeply just what kind of comprehension and bitter cultivation it took to cultivate a martial art to perfection.

"But killing a genius like this is what truly gives a sense of accomplishment."

"Jiang Li, after I kill you, I'll go slaughter Jiang Yurong and that little girl Jiang Qi too, so you won't be lonely on the road to the underworld."

Boom!

At that moment, Lu Dajun's powerful blood qi instantly stirred up a gale around him.

His blood qi had long surpassed the Seventh Grade. It had exceeded 100, actually reaching the Blood Qi Value of a Sixth-grade Martial Artist.

Like Jiang Li, his Blood Qi Value had also broken through the shackles of his realm.

Jiang Li's expression turned incomparably cold, and an icy killing intent flashed through his eyes.

"You're too noisy."

Jiang Li's voice was cold. "And you can't kill anyone."

As his words fell, Jiang Li fully activated the Heavenly River Crimson Blood Art. At the same time, a Headless Martial Soul appeared behind him, carrying two battle banners on its back.

The fourth layer of the Fire Spirit Breathing Technique activated, and the silhouette of a great sun emerged, like the first rise of dawn.

Jiang Li had already determined that Lu Dajun was only Seventh-grade. Though his Blood Qi Value had reached beyond the Sixth Grade, it should not exceed two hundred points.

Therefore... a soft, tranquil wind seemed to coil around the Black Horizontal Saber in Jiang Li's hand.

In an instant, Jiang Li moved, his saber like thunder.

"With this strike, I will kill you!"

Those seven words were like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon.