Slaughter Through the Python Gang!

Python Gang headquarters.

Xu Donglai paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"How much time has passed?"

"Two hours, Gang Leader," a core member replied quickly.

This was not the first time Xu Donglai had asked about the time.

At first, Xu Donglai had appeared relaxed and indifferent.

But as time dragged on, the fact that his junior fellow apprentice had yet to return made him unable to stop his mind from wandering.

This was not the first time he had sought this junior fellow apprentice's help.

He knew that his junior fellow apprentice came from a modest background and could not provide him with much financial support in his pursuit of martial arts.

Because of this, by tempting him with silver, his junior fellow apprentice would always come to assist.

In the past, He Song had always been clean and efficient, coming and going like the wind, never failing to execute a target; only this time, he was returning a bit slowly.

"It's been two hours already, could it be..."

Before Xu Donglai could finish his sentence, a gatekeeper suddenly shouted out.

"He's back!"

Hearing this, Xu Donglai felt a weight lift from his heart and immediately went to the main gate to peer into the distance.

The sound of noisy rain filled his ears. Under the torrential downpour, the mist was thick, and a blurry figure wearing a bamboo hat could be vaguely seen slowly walking toward the Python Gang headquarters where he stood.

He recognized that bamboo hat—it was definitely He Song's!

"Go, fetch the warmed wine to help my junior fellow apprentice warm up!" Xu Donglai returned to the main hall and ordered.

The next moment, a blade suddenly shot out from the mist, piercing straight through one of the gatekeepers and pinning him to the main gate.

"Someone is storming the headquarters!"

Another Python Gang gatekeeper was so terrified his legs went weak. He only had time to let out a single shout before he saw a figure suddenly close the distance, pull the long blade from the gate, and turn to slash at him.

The movement was sharp and swift; before the gang member could even react, his head had already been severed and sent flying.

"Who dares to storm the headquarters!" Hearing the commotion, several Python Gang leaders emerged from various corners with their core members.

"It's you!" Xu Donglai stood under the eaves of the main hall, his eyes wide.

"Zhao An!"

The face beneath that bamboo hat was no longer the horse-faced man he was familiar with; it was clearly the target he had wanted to kill, that brat from the Tiger Head Gang!

And with Zhao An appearing here, it wasn't hard to guess that something must have happened to his junior fellow apprentice—not only had he failed to kill the target, but he had also gotten himself killed in the process.

Xu Donglai grabbed someone, "Go outside and see if there is anyone else."

What he feared most was that the Tiger Head Gang had followed him here.

Zhao An ignored the shouting and clamoring of the Python Gang members. He merely swept his gaze around, and seeing at least twenty or thirty red names present, he was quite satisfied.

And so.

Zhao An moved.

His figure darted forward, and the long blade in his hand flew out once more, the tip instantly piercing the throat of a Python Gang leader.

He followed closely behind, pulled out the long blade, and swung it in one fluid motion, the nine iron rings ringing crisply.

Every time they rang, one or two people were hacked to the ground.

The iron rings on the blade were like the tolling of a death knell.

Taking on dozens of experts alone!

For an ordinary Martial Savage, this would naturally be impossible; first and foremost, it would be difficult to maintain the stamina and physical strength to hack down so many people.

But a Martial Master was different. A Martial Master circulates their Internal Breath, which is endless and self-sustaining.

The existence of Internal Breath greatly enhances a Martial Master's stamina and sustainable combat ability, ensuring they don't end up panting like an ox after only a few strikes.

This was one of the reasons Zhao An had the confidence to storm this wolf's den alone.

Zhao An's long blade moved with his body, sometimes flipping and slashing like a fierce tiger pouncing off a cliff, heavy and powerful.

At other times, it swept horizontally, the blade's momentum spreading in all directions like a tiger swinging its tail.

After his blade technique reached the third realm, every strike he made carried more of the essence of the technique itself, like a tiger shadow leaping, forceful and piercing!

Those Python Gang experts couldn't even get close to him.

In no time at all, a large pile of corpses lay on the ground.

It was nothing more than chopping melons and vegetables!

Zhao An's clothes were stained with blood, and the long blade in his hand looked as if it had been soaked in a vat of blood, a blinding, vivid red!

The Python Gang members who had originally crowded outside the main hall were now sparse, more than half of them gone.

Some of them were cut down by Zhao An on the spot, while many others, terrified of him, snuck away.

After all, they had joined the gang to live the high life, and some simply wanted to earn enough to eat so they wouldn't starve on the streets.

Now that disaster had come knocking for the Python Gang, these people had no intention of risking their lives against Zhao An for the sake of the gang.

By the time Zhao An stormed into the main hall, there were hardly any left who dared to approach him.

"Kill!" A burly man standing beside Xu Donglai roared, brandishing an axe as he prepared to strike.

Zhao An didn't stop his pace, casually thrusting his blade through the man's heart, ensuring the axe would never fall.

The two were simply not on the same level; no matter how much strength the burly man possessed, he couldn't land a single blow on Zhao An.

The corners of Xu Donglai's mouth twitched, his face twisted in a mask of fury.

Though he forced himself to remain calm, his hands, hidden beneath his hanging sleeves, had already begun to tremble.

Having been tempered by a bloodbath, the aura surrounding Zhao An had climbed to its peak.

Even a gang leader as powerful as Xu Donglai felt his own momentum wane significantly when facing Zhao An head-on.

To put it bluntly, he lacked the confidence to even strike at Zhao An!

"What exactly is your relationship with Zhou Hu!" Xu Donglai asked through gritted teeth.

He recognized that the invincible blade technique Zhao An had just displayed was none other than the Fierce Tiger Blade of Zhou Hu.

In his eyes, Zhao An's blade was even more imposing, refined, and powerful than Zhou Hu's!

He absolutely refused to believe that Zhao An was merely an ordinary minor leader in the Tiger Head Gang.

With such ability, why would he settle for being under a gang leader like Zhou Hu? He could easily establish his own faction and reign supreme in the Outer City!

As for Xu Donglai's question, Zhao An had no obligation to answer, nor did he have any interest in making small talk.

Seeing Zhao An remain silent and draw ever closer, Xu Donglai could no longer restrain himself and launched a fierce attack.

Like He Song, as a former disciple of the Silver Snake Sect, all of Xu Donglai's skills were concentrated in his palms.

Wearing arm guards and specialized gloves, he struck out at Zhao An with a palm blow that came without warning.

Having already experienced He Song's palm power and style, Zhao An handled the Python Gang leader with ease.

After trading a few blows, Xu Donglai began to stumble under Zhao An's blade, clearly struggling to keep up.

On one hand, Xu Donglai was getting on in years; on the other, this gang leader had grown accustomed to a life of luxury, his skills had grown rusty, and his palm strength was nowhere near that of his junior brother.

He should have been the final boss before clearing the stage, but now that they were locked in combat, he appeared to be no match for Zhao An at all.

After a few more exchanges, Zhao An suddenly delivered a heavy slash that landed on Xu Donglai's arms, the sheer force causing the man to collapse onto his knees, which slammed hard against the floor.

With a follow-up upward strike, the angle even more treacherous, he caught Xu Donglai off guard and sliced off his entire right arm at the shoulder.

Zhao An then kicked out, sending Xu Donglai sprawling to the ground with a sunken chest, his breathing shallow and his life nearing its end!