Bloodshot with Rage!

"Li Muyun, do you know what you're doing?"

For a moment, Squire Li was caught completely off guard. He never would have imagined that his usually gentle, delicate daughter would act so rashly.

"I won't marry!"

Li Muyun declared without the slightest hesitation.

Squire Li finally panicked. However deep his feelings for her ran, the Li Family's interests mattered more to him, and he clearly didn't dare act recklessly.

"Fine, fine. We'll set this aside for now. Just put the knife down."

There was a hint of pleading in Squire Li's voice.

Li Muyun was already overwhelmed with emotion, her hands trembling. Only after some time, when she looked at the anguish in Squire Li's eyes, did she release her grip and slowly lower the knife, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

She said nothing more. Without looking back, she walked away, leaving Squire Li alone in the secret hall.

He sat by himself. Most of the tea before him had gone cold. After a long while, he summoned his steward and gave him a meaningful glance. The steward leaned in close.

Squire Li's gaze was cold and utterly emotionless as he whispered, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Slip some sleeping potion into Muyun's food tonight... Then send her to the Zhao Family...

"Remember to remind them not to go back on their promise about that martial art manual..."

Elsewhere, at a Black Mountain Gang outpost.

"Master Hei, we've got the details!"

Black Blade and Death Blade, both powerfully built and well-proportioned, turned toward the subordinate reporting to them.

Black Blade had reached the peak of the Bright Force level, just one step away from breaking through to Dark Force and becoming a first-rate expert.

If he succeeded, he would rise to the Black Mountain Gang's upper ranks, command more men, and live the good life—with silver and women in abundance.

Death Blade, meanwhile, was a genuine Dark Force expert. Just his presence was enough to make people shudder.

He liked to spend his days with Black Blade. The two were as close as brothers, sharing every hardship and trusting each other with their lives.

Their menacing gazes landed on the subordinate at the same time. He shuddered, every hair on his body standing on end, feeling as if two vicious tigers had fixed their eyes on him.

"Is it that man?" Black Blade asked.

"Y-yes... It's the same man who broke into the two masters' outpost three months ago and killed several of our brothers!"

Memories came flooding back. Black Blade's pupils contracted. He sprang to his feet and spun the long saber in his hand. Its blade flashed like a shadow, then—crack!—he slid it into its sheath in the blink of an eye.

He stepped closer to the man, his voice like that of a demon lurking in the abyss. "Who is he?"

"Chen Han. He used to be a Dark Force martial artist from the Chen Family, but an enemy faction once set him up and shattered his bones. He can't practice martial arts anymore. The Marquis seems to have a grudge against him, too. He ambushed the kid several times, but the kid survived."

"The Mar...quis? That useless piece of trash."

"Chen Han... Where is he?"

"Next door to the Daliang Inn, on the west side of the inner city."

Black Blade and Death Blade exchanged a glance, instantly understanding what the other meant. "Gather the brothers. We'll capture the brat alive and torture him to death!"

Fierce light blazed in their eyes as the whole group charged toward the Daliang Inn on the west side of the inner city, looking like demons from hell.

Daring to storm their outpost and kill their brothers was a blatant slap in the face to the Black Mountain Gang. The man would have to suffer a fate worse than death before they could be satisfied.

"Get the hell out of the way, you old geezer!"

"If you mutts keep hanging around here, I'll chop you up!"

"What are you staring at? Want me to gouge your eyes out?"

At last, the gang of brutes reached Chen Han's residence and surrounded it. Glaring fiercely, they shouted at the civilians passing by as if they were pigs and dogs.

The civilians fled as if escaping a plague god, not daring to stick around and watch. They were terrified of getting caught up in it.

Before long, the street was deserted.

"Master Wang, it's this place!"

Black Blade and Death Blade both carried long sabers, living up to their names.

Black Blade had once been a saber-wielding fighter from another country. Since arriving in Black Lion City, he had committed every kind of evil, slaughtering entire households whenever someone displeased him. His black saber was as fast as a shadow and as swift as the wind; against him, opponents at the same level could barely defend themselves.

Death Blade came from the same country as Black Blade, but he was even more vicious. Black Blade killed when he was in a bad mood; Death Blade was in a bad mood whenever he wasn't killing.

His blade had claimed hundreds, making him a heinous criminal and a peerless fiend!

Black Blade's face darkened as he lifted his chin. A few strands of hair fell across his eyes. "You five, go in and drag that brat out."

"No problem."

The five Bright Force martial artists strode forward and kicked the door off its hinges. Inside, it was pitch-black; they couldn't see a thing.

The fool was still sleeping when his death had arrived!

The five didn't think much of it. They strode inside, vanishing into the darkness.

Inside the pitch-dark room, Chen Han stood bare-chested, his muscles hard as stone. His breathing was calm and even. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a gaze dark as still water.

In the darkness, the five spotted him at once. Grins of scorn spread across their faces, as if they were looking at a stray dog about to die.

"You're Chen Han?"

Chen Han said nothing. The corner of his mouth lifted in a faint smile.

The burly man, broad as a bear, grinned too. He reached out to grab Chen Han by the neck, intending to drag him out like a dead dog.

But in the next instant, Chen Han charged forward instead of retreating. He stepped in and drove a brutal punch straight into the center of the man's chest.

A dull thud rang out... The big man dropped to the ground. His body twitched twice, then went still.

The four remaining men watched as the big man's pupils slowly widened and lost their light. At last, his breathing stopped.

Dead???

One punch had killed a Bright Force martial artist!!!

They stood frozen, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads. How could this be!

What they had just seen was beyond anything they could comprehend.

"Master, please let me go. I'm just here to go through the motions. I didn't mean to!"

One of them reacted quickly, immediately grimacing and begging for mercy.

Chen Han smiled, his voice cold and ghostly, as if Death himself had appeared. "It's fine. Be more careful in your next life..."

At that moment, the Black Mountain Gang brutes outside heard a burst of screams. Then a bear-like man smashed through the window like a cannonball, flew dozens of yards, and crashed hard into a nearby wall.

He lay motionless, eyes wide open. He couldn't even struggle before his breathing stopped.

Silence fell over the room once more.

Black Blade and Death Blade didn't know what was going on, but they still didn't take it seriously.

"You... Keep going."

"Yes!"

Seeing such a gruesome sight, the men were afraid. But in the martial world, no one could always do as they wished. They steeled themselves and surged forward together.

Among the dozen or so men were some who hadn't yet broken through, as well as Bright Force martial artists who had. Without exception, they were all human fiends who had followed the Black Mountain Gang in sucking people dry and crushing their bones.

One after another, they entered the room and disappeared into the darkness. Then came a scream, followed by silence.

"Wasn't he supposed to be unable to practice martial arts anymore?"

As their men continued to dwindle, Black Blade and Death Blade finally realized something was wrong.

"All of you, attack together!" Black Blade ordered, but the remaining half hesitated, uncertain.

A flash of saber light!

Before one man even realized what was happening, his head had been severed from his body, blood gushing everywhere.

"I'll say it one last time... Attack!"

At last, the men didn't dare disobey. They surged forward all at once.

Men poured through every entrance—the door, the windows, every gap. In an instant, miserable cries filled the air. There were no shouts of rage, no words, just a one-sided slaughter that made it hard to believe this wasn't the eighteenth level of hell!

At last... Silence.

Without realizing it, Black Blade and Death Blade found their hearts in their throats. Finally, someone emerged from the room. It was one of their subordinates, a strong, muscular Bright Force martial artist.

His features were twisted in sheer terror. His pupils had shrunk to pinpricks, as if he had seen Death waiting below.

He was covered in blood and staggered as he tried to flee. Then a hand suddenly punched through him from behind.

His powerful frame pitched straight to the ground, revealing the figure behind him.

Drenched in blood, his eyes scarlet.

Chen Han had killed until he was red-eyed!