Shen Han's unexpected arrival startled both groups in the courtyard.
The middle-aged man's appearance was especially shocking—he was absurdly ugly.
"Just passing through."
Shen Han fixed his gaze on Du Chong. This was the man who had shot Feng Hao with a poisoned arrow. He killed people on a whim. He deserved to die a thousand deaths!
"Well, look at you, just passing through."
Du Chong sneered. "Who has a road that runs through a locust tree? Tired of living, are you?"
Shen Han gripped his Heavy Iron Curved Blade. "Then should I leave now?"
"Hahaha!" Du Chong laughed even louder. "You think you can come and go as you please? What do you take the Black Dragon Gang for?"
"Then what do you intend to do?"
"Why don't you ask my brothers?"
Du Chong gave a casual wave.
A bald Black Dragon Gang warrior hurried forward. "Young Master, killing this ugly man would dirty your hands. Let me handle him."
As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked.
His long blade came down, aimed straight at Shen Han's chest.
Shen Han didn't move. He could tell that the bald warrior was only at Skin Refining. His strength and speed were far inferior to his own. Calmly, he gripped the Heavy Iron Curved Blade, bent to the side, and slashed diagonally toward the bald warrior's attack.
Sky-Splitting Blade Technique: Oblique Slash!
The Flesh Refining Realm brought him more than fifteen hundred pounds of fierce force, making the strike devastatingly powerful.
Clang!
In the blink of an eye, before the bald warrior could react, a deafening crash rang out and his long blade snapped in two.
"You..."
The bald warrior managed a single word before a bloody gash opened from the left side of his neck to his right abdomen.
Schk!
The next instant, his body split diagonally with a thunderous crash, just like his blade. Blood and entrails splattered across the ground, leaving the courtyard in utter disarray.
"This man is so strong..."
The Green Garment Gang members stared in astonishment.
Even Cao Lin, gravely wounded as he was, gaped at the scene. He never expected an ugly man to appear at this critical moment and kill a Black Dragon Gang warrior with a single slash. A glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
"Oh, you've got some skill!"
Du Chong said in a low voice.
Shen Han didn't even glance at the corpse. "Young Master Du, are you going to send more people to their deaths?"
"You insolent bastard!"
The other Black Dragon Gang warriors raised their weapons, but none dared rush forward. The bald warrior's death had been too horrific.
"Which sect are you from?"
Du Chong asked. "How come I've never heard of you?"
Shen Han ran a finger along the blade of his curved saber. "As I've already made perfectly clear, I belong to no sect. I'm just passing through."
"Fine!"
Du Chong snorted. "In that case, I won't hold it against you. You may leave!"
He immediately gestured for him to go.
"Hey, what's that in the tree?"
Suddenly, Du Chong and Shen Han pointed at the locust tree beyond the courtyard wall almost simultaneously.
At the same time, both of them sprang into action.
Each wanted to seize the instant the other let his guard down and strike a decisive blow.
"Heh, heh, heh. Great minds think alike..."
The corners of Shen Han's mouth slowly curled up. "Young Master Du, your shamelessness reminds me of myself when I was young."
Du Chong grinned viciously too. "Since we're both shameless, there's nothing more to say. Ugly freak, I don't care who you are. You're leaving your head here tonight!"
With that, he roared and charged at Shen Han, long blade in hand. His movements were clearly much swifter than the bald warrior's had been.
Shen Han didn't dare let his guard down and nimbly dodged to the side.
This man was an expert in the Flesh Refining Realm. He couldn't afford to take him lightly; he had to face him cautiously!
Du Chong reacted quickly and turned to attack again. Shen Han gathered his strength at once and firmly met Du Chong's long blade with his Heavy Iron Curved Blade.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The blades clashed, sparks flying in every direction.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had traded more than a dozen blows in the courtyard, locked in a fierce deadlock.
"You're in the Flesh Refining Realm too?"
Unable to bring Shen Han down, Du Chong retreated two steps and gasped for breath.
He had thought killing this ugly man would be easy. He never imagined Shen Han would be several times stronger than Cao Lin. He wouldn't be able to defeat him anytime soon.
"So what if I am?"
Shen Han was only a little tired. "Young Master Du, you're the one who's going to lose your head!"
As he spoke, Shen Han's left hand swept out in a great arc. The true qi in his body surged along his meridians, and with the speed of a thunderclap, he punched toward Du Chong's neck.
Angry Dragon Divine Fist: Scooping the Moon from Water!
This punch combined strength and technique. Wherever it went, it completely sealed off Du Chong's escape routes.
"You know boxing too?"
Du Chong was startled. He knew a formidable technique when he saw one, and hurriedly held his long blade crosswise, pushing out his force to block the blow.
Bang!
The fist struck the flat of the blade like a boulder crashing into it, unleashing a powerful shock wave.
Du Chong staggered, on the verge of collapse, and could barely breathe. "Why is your fist completely unharmed... No, don't!"
Before he could finish, a flash of cold light appeared.
The Heavy Iron Curved Blade in Shen Han's right hand, carrying a thousand pounds of force, came crashing down from above in a straight slash.
Splurt!
In the blink of an eye, Du Chong's left arm was severed from his body and sent flying, landing ten yards away.
Everyone stared at the scene in stunned disbelief.
No one could have imagined that the Black Dragon Gang's young master, who had been swaggering around moments earlier, would be driven back again and again by this ugly middle-aged man—and that the man would chop off Du Chong's arm with a single slash.
"Aaagh..."
Du Chong howled in agony.
His condition was even more gruesome than Cao Lin's had been.
"Young... Young Master..."
The Black Dragon Gang warriors were horrified, but despite their terror, not one dared step forward to help.
"Du Chong, did you ever think this day would come?"
Shen Han stepped forward and crushed Du Chong's severed arm underfoot. His voice was cold.
Blood gushed from Du Chong's wound. In utter terror, he cried, "I've never wronged you. Why would you..."
"Have you not?"
Shen Han thought of Feng Hao.
Du Chong had killed innocents and shot Feng Hao with an arrow. If Shen Han's medical skills hadn't reached perfection, Feng Hao would already be a corpse. Du Chong deserved nothing less than death!
"Well done, hero!"
Cao Lin, still bound, was invigorated. The bones and tendons in his right arm were shattered, but with time he could still use it again, at least with difficulty. Du Chong's left arm, on the other hand, had been cut off completely. Even if he survived, he would be left one-armed. Cao Lin felt a surge of satisfaction.
"Oh? Young Master Cao, do you have a grudge against him?"
Shen Han turned toward Cao Lin and sliced through his restraints.
The Black Dragon Gang warriors didn't dare stop him.
Freed, Cao Lin hurriedly said, "The Green Garment Gang and the Black Dragon Gang have always been bitter enemies. Hero, you saved me today. The Green Garment Gang will reward you handsomely."
"No need. I didn't do this for your sake. I did it for myself."
Shen Han shook his head. The Heavy Iron Curved Blade in his hand gleamed eerily in the night.
"Don't... don't kill me..."
Seeing Shen Han approach again, Du Chong begged for his life in terror.
Shen Han had already raised his curved blade.
"Hero, he's the Black Dragon Gang's young master. There's more to be gained by keeping him alive!"
Cao Lin rose to his feet and spoke.
In his heart, he desperately hoped the ugly man wouldn't kill Du Chong. As long as Du Chong remained alive, Cao Lin could take him back to the Green Garment Gang and hold him captive. That would deal a devastating blow to the Black Dragon Gang.
"Shut up!"
Shen Han glared at Cao Lin.
Cao Lin shuddered and nearly fell. Only with the Green Garment Gang warriors supporting him did he manage to stay upright.
"Du Chong, you don't deserve to live!"
Shen Han sneered and swung. The Heavy Iron Curved Blade, weighing over a hundred pounds, swept across.
Slice!
A head fell at once. In its eyes lingered an unprecedented terror.
The Black Dragon Gang's young master, Du Chong, was dead.
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