Eyes Reddened with Killing Intent!

"Li Muyun, do you know what you are doing!"

Squire Li was caught completely off guard; he never imagined that his daughter, who usually appeared so soft and weak, would be capable of such an extreme act today.

"I will not marry!"

Li Muyun did not mince her words, her tone resolute.

Squire Li was finally panicked. Compared to the deep affection he held in his heart, the interests of the Chen Family clearly made him afraid to act rashly.

"Fine, fine, let's not speak of this for now. Just put the knife down first."

Squire Li's voice carried a hint of pleading.

Li Muyun was already caught in a state of agitation, her hands trembling. After a long while, she looked at Squire Li's heartbroken expression, finally loosened her grip, and slowly lowered the blade that reflected a chilling light.

She said nothing more and left without looking back, leaving Squire Li alone in the dim hall.

He sat by himself, the tea before him already half-cold. After a long while, he summoned the steward and signaled him over, the man leaning in to listen.

Squire Li's gaze turned cold and emotionless, his voice dropping to a whisper that only the two of them could hear: "Tonight, put some sleeping powder in Muyun's meal... and send her to the Zhao Family...

Remember to remind them, as for that martial arts manual they promised me... they had better not go back on their word..."

Elsewhere, at a stronghold of the Black Mountain Gang.

"Master Black, we've found out!"

Black Blade and Death Blade, both well-built and sturdy, looked simultaneously at the subordinate who had come to report.

Black Blade was at the peak of the Ming Jin stage, just a hair's breadth away from breaking through to the An Jin stage and becoming a top-tier expert.

If he succeeded in the breakthrough, he could rise to the upper echelons of the Black Mountain Gang, command more men, and enjoy a more luxurious life—with all the silver and women he could desire.

Death Blade, however, was a true master of the An Jin stage; his very aura was enough to strike terror into others.

The two were accustomed to sticking together, as close as brothers, sharing a bond of absolute trust.

Their sharp, sinister gazes fell upon the subordinate, who immediately felt a palpitation in his heart, his hair standing on end as if he were being stared down by two vicious tigers.

"Is it that person?"

Black Blade asked.

"It... it is, it is that fellow who broke into our stronghold three months ago and killed several of our brothers!"

Memories flooded back. Black Blade's pupils constricted, and he stood up abruptly. His long blade danced in his hand, the light of the steel like a shadow, before it clicked back into its scabbard in the blink of an eye.

He stepped closer to the man, his voice like a demon from the abyss, "What is this person's background?"

"Chen Han. He was once an An Jin martial artist of the Chen Family. Later, he was schemed against by a rival faction, his tendons and bones shattered, leaving him unable to practice martial arts. Master Hou also seemed to have a grudge against this brat; he tried to ambush him several times but failed, and the brat survived."

"Hou... Chun, that piece of trash."

"Chen Han... where is he?"

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

Black Blade and Death Blade exchanged glances, instantly understanding each other's intent. "Gather the brothers, capture this brat alive, and slice him to death!"

Fierce light erupted in the eyes of the group, and they charged toward the Daliang Inn in the west of the inner city like malevolent spirits.

Daring to storm their stronghold and kill their brothers was, without a doubt, a slap in the face to the Black Mountain Gang. This person had to suffer a fate worse than death to satisfy their hatred.

"Get lost, you old fossil!"

"If you bastards keep loitering here, I'll cut you down!"

"What are you looking at? Do you want to lose your eyes..."

The pack of vicious thugs finally arrived at Chen Han's residence and surrounded it completely. They glared with fury, scolding the passing civilians as if they were pigs or dogs.

The civilians fled like they were avoiding a plague, having no desire to watch the spectacle for fear of being tainted by it.

Before long, the street was completely empty.

"Master Death, this is the place!"

Black Blade and Death Blade lived up to their names, both carrying long blades at their sides.

Black Blade had once been a swordsman from another country who came to Black Lion City and committed every evil imaginable. If a disagreement arose, he would wipe out an entire family. His black blade was as fast as a shadow and as swift as the wind, leaving opponents of the same level with no room to parry.

Death Blade was from the same country as Black Blade, but he was even more wicked. While Black Blade killed when he was unhappy, this man was unhappy unless he was killing!

The souls of hundreds of victims lay beneath his blade; he was a heinous, peerless fiend!

Black Blade's face darkened as he lifted his head, a few strands of hair covering his eyes. "You five, go in and drag that brat out."

"No problem."

The five Ming Jin martial artists stepped forward, kicking the door off its hinges. The room was pitch black, so dark one couldn't see their own fingers.

Still sleeping when your time is up!

The five didn't care and strode inside, their figures swallowed by the darkness.

Inside, in the shadows, Chen Han was shirtless, his muscles as hard as rock. His breathing was steady and even. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a gaze as gloomy as stagnant water.

The five men in the darkness spotted him simultaneously, their faces twisted in mockery, as if looking at a dying stray dog.

"Are you the brat named Chen Han?"

Chen Han did not speak; the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.

The burly man with a back like a tiger and a waist like a bear also chuckled, reaching out to grab Chen Han by the neck, intending to drag him out like a dead dog.

But the next moment, instead of retreating, the other party stepped forward abruptly, raised his hand, and delivered a punch that slammed heavily into the center of his chest.

A dull thud echoed... The big man collapsed to the ground in response, his body twitching twice before falling still.

The remaining four men watched as the big man's pupils slowly dilated, losing their color until all signs of life vanished.

Dead???

A Ming Jin martial artist killed with a single punch!!!

They stood frozen in place, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets; how could this be possible!

The scene before them had already surpassed the limits of their understanding.

"Master, let this little one go! I was just here to go through the motions, I didn't mean any harm."

One man reacted quickly, immediately begging for mercy with a bitter face.

Chen Han smiled, his voice cold and eerie, like a god of death descended upon the world, "It's fine, just be more careful in your next life..."

At this moment, the group of vicious Black Mountain Gang members outside the door heard a scream, and then a bear-like man crashed through the window like a cannonball, flying dozens of feet away before slamming heavily into a nearby wall.

The man lay motionless, his eyes unblinking; he couldn't even struggle before his breathing ceased.

Inside the room, silence returned once more.

Black Blade and Death Blade, though confused, remained unconcerned.

"You lot... keep coming."

"Yes."

Seeing such a tragic state, fear took root in the hearts of the men, but in the world of martial arts, one is often not the master of their own fate, so they steeled their nerves and swarmed in together.

Among the dozen or so men were those who had yet to break through the threshold and those who were already Ming Jin martial artists, but without exception, they were all human demons who followed the Black Mountain Gang to suck blood and gnaw on bones.

One by one, they entered the room, vanished into the darkness, and then, after a single scream, fell silent.

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

As their numbers 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 of the men hesitated, wavering in place.

Slash!

A blade flash flickered, and before one of them could even realize it, his head was severed from his body, blood spraying wildly.

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

The men finally dared not disobey and swarmed forward in a rush.

From the doors, the windows, and every other opening, men kept entering; suddenly, miserable wails erupted everywhere. There were no roars, no words—it was like a one-sided slaughter, making one wonder if they had stepped into the eighteenth level of hell!

Finally... it was quiet.

Black Blade and Death Blade felt their hearts rise to their throats without realizing it. At last, a figure walked out of the room—it was one of their subordinates, a Ming Jin martial artist, strong and sturdy.

His features were twisted, his expression one of extreme terror, his pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks, as if he had seen the god of death from the underworld!

He was covered in blood, trembling as he tried to flee, yet a hand suddenly pierced through him from behind.

His strong, sturdy frame fell straight to the ground, revealing the figure behind him.

Drenched in blood, eyes burning crimson.

Chen Han had been driven into a killing frenzy!