The Hunt!

Elder Black's pupils began to dilate, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He could not understand why Jiang Tian, whose aura had been so withered and sluggish just a moment ago, had suddenly regained such terrifying speed.

It was too fast.

So fast that he did not even have time to react.

"Second Brother!"

Elder White let out a mournful cry, his figure blurring as he lunged toward Elder Black.

The next moment, Elder Black's body was sent flying like a boulder launched from a catapult, slamming into Elder White with overwhelming force.

"Boom!"

Elder White caught the dying Elder Black, but the immense force carried by the impact made him grunt, his body sliding backward uncontrollably as his heels plowed two deep furrows into the stone floor.

After steadying himself, he looked down at Elder Black in his arms, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

There was a gory, jagged hole in Elder Black's chest; through the opening, one could faintly see his internal organs shattered into pieces.

A residual force was still rampaging inside Elder Black's body like an invisible viper, continuously destroying his remaining organs and stripping away the last of his vitality.

"You brat! I will never share the same sky as you!"

Elder White's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with killing intent as he looked up.

However, the moment he raised his head, he saw a fist rapidly enlarging in his vision, the surface of the knuckles wreathed in violent energy and accompanied by a piercing whistle of wind.

"You old bastard, you won't share the same sky? I'll send you down to keep him company right now!"

"Boom--!"

This punch contained five types of Momentum; it was the most powerful strike Jiang Tian had ever unleashed since he began practicing martial arts.

Before the fist even touched Elder White's head, while it was still an inch away, the energy and Momentum it carried shattered his skull directly.

It was like a watermelon crushed under a heavy boot.

Red and white matter exploded into a mist of blood, lingering in the curtain of rain.

Elder White's body swayed, and Elder Black slipped from his arms.

The two corpses fell into the muddy water one after another, their blood mixing with the rain to form a dark red stream beneath them.

Jiang Tian's face turned pale, and his legs felt weak.

It wasn't that he was disgusted by the carnage; on the contrary, he found himself somewhat enjoying the sensation of slaughter.

It was mainly because this punch, which fused five types of Momentum, had nearly drained his body of all Blood Vitality.

When he threw that punch, he could feel his Dantian like a well that had been pumped dry, with even the last drop of water squeezed out.

Fortunately, he possessed the red-tier trait [Martial Dao Sacred Body], giving him a physique far superior to ordinary people.

Otherwise, after the fierce battle he had just endured, he would never have had the strength left to throw that punch.

Jiang Tian pulled a bottle of Blood Vitality Pill from his pocket, bit off the cap, and poured the contents into his mouth.

One bottle, two bottles.

As two bottles of Blood Vitality Pill hit his stomach, a warm current exploded within him, and the sense of emptiness in his body was instantly replenished.

He took a deep breath, flexed his numb arms, and scanned the distant battlefield.

Not far away, the magistrate's side had been on the defensive and suppressed due to the three Martial Arts Halls turning against them, but the situation shifted instantly following the deaths of the Black and White Elders.

Someone shouted, "The Black and White Elders are dead!" and everyone's gaze followed the sound, instantly stunned by the sight before them.

Elder Black lay on the ground with a bloody hole in his chest, his eyes vacant, looking like a dead dog.

Elder White was even worse off, his head having been smashed into pulp.

"The Black and White Elders are dead?!"

"How is this possible? With the two of them working together, no Transformation Energy martial artist in Blackwater County could ever be their match!"

Exclamations rose one after another.

Wang Yun's eyes widened, his heart trembling violently.

The Black and White Elders were the two Transformation Energy martial artists his father had left for him.

It was precisely because of them that the Wang Family could solidify their title as the "First Family" of Blackwater County.

But now—the Black and White Elders were dead.

"Hmph!"

His focus wavered, and he was struck in the shoulder by a punch from the opposing Martial Arts Hall master.

"Crack—"

The sound of breaking bone was crisp and piercing.

He retreated with the force of the blow, his eyes flickering slightly; without the slightest hesitation, he twisted his body and bolted toward the Wang Family estate.

He could not stay here any longer.

They had lost the Black and White Elders, and with that monster Jiang Tian on the other side, failure was only a matter of time.

He had to escape.

It didn't matter where he went, but he certainly couldn't stay in Blackwater County any longer.

Fortunately, he had prepared for this contingency well in advance.

He had ordered his servants to pack everything up early, loading all the gold, silver, and valuables onto carriages.

Even the tens of thousands of taels in silver notes had been neatly organized.

As he ran, he kept glancing back, and only when he was certain no one was following him did his racing heart settle slightly.

At the main gate of the Wang Family estate, several carriages were already prepared.

Wang Yun's wife, Zhang Lanhua, saw his ragged breathing and disheveled appearance, and hurried over to meet him: "Husband, why did you return alone? Where are the Black and White Elders?"

Wang Yun did not answer the question, asking instead with a grave expression: "Have you packed the things I told you to?"

"Everything is packed."

"And that item?"

"It's right here." Zhang Lanhua pulled a small black box, no larger than a palm and inlaid with gold thread, from her bosom.

Wang Yun snatched it away and urged in a low, urgent voice: "Go! We leave now!"

"Alright—"

There were three carriages in total.

The first carriage led the way, carrying over a dozen experts at the Manifest Energy stage.

These dozen Manifest Energy experts could hold their own for a while even against a Transformation Energy master!

The second carriage carried Wang Yun and his wife, Zhang Lanhua.

The third carriage was loaded with gold, silver, and precious porcelain.

Combined with the tens of thousands of taels of silver notes in his own carriage, this was the entirety of the Wang Family's wealth.

Of course, none of these things were likely as valuable as the "object" currently in his bosom.

There was also a breathing technique he had stumbled upon two years ago, though his aptitude was insufficient and he had never been able to master it.

But these assets were enough for him to make a comeback elsewhere.

Although the Thousand-Household Official Zhang Wei had blockaded Blackwater County, he had planted an inside man beforehand. The carriages passed through the city gates smoothly.

Once they were outside the city, his heart finally settled completely.

What were shops and trade routes in Blackwater County compared to his own life?

As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.

However, no sooner had this thought crossed his mind.

"BOOM—!"

A deafening roar erupted, the carriage shook violently, and it came to a sudden, jarring halt.

Wang Yun frowned slightly and lifted the curtain.

He saw the coachman sitting frozen, his body as if struck by a paralysis spell. His face was pale as paper, his pupils dilated, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.

He followed the coachman's gaze and looked ahead.

His pupils contracted sharply.

Even his own lips began to tremble.

What met his eyes was a river of blood.

The entire first carriage, along with the horses and the dozen Manifest Energy experts inside, had been smashed into a pulp of flesh as if by some massive force.

Blood was everywhere, mixed with wood splinters and gore, spreading into a shocking dark red pool in the rain.

Standing atop that bloody, mangled ruin was a youth in black.

Jiang Tian.

Rainwater streamed down his cheeks, washing the blood on his body into pale red streaks.

The blood in Wang Yun's entire body seemed to freeze at this very moment.

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