"Spare me! I'll obey you from now on. I'll work like an ox or a horse for you!"
Hou Chun pleaded, but Chen Han said nothing. He continued forward, utterly unmoved.
Beneath the black veil, his gaze was cold enough to pierce bone.
"When you reach the Yellow Springs, give Master Bear my regards..."
Chen Han spoke, and by the time he reached the final word, he had already rushed right up to Hou Chun.
He swung a punch!
Hou Chun was horrified and hurriedly raised his arms to block, but in the next instant, both of them were broken at once!
A Mingjin Martial Artist daring to block a punch comparable to one from a Transformation Force Martial Artist was sheer stupidity.
"Ah!"
Hou Chun let out a bloodcurdling scream, but Chen Han's assault didn't relent in the slightest.
He threw the Mountain Breaking Fist, each blow heavier than the last, gusting like a tiger and surging with unstoppable momentum.
Hou Chun was clearly no match for him. He lost after a single exchange and could only let Chen Han's fists land squarely on his body and face, until his mind reeled and every bone in his body felt as though it had come apart.
He was filled with a thousand regrets. If only he'd known, he never would have provoked this man.
But there was no medicine for regret in this world. Hou Chun had long done more than his share of evil, so it was only fitting that he met his end today.
Hou Chun was utterly helpless to fight back, but Chen Han showed no mercy. Blow after blow battered him until he was a bloody mess, with no strength left to stand.
Hou Chun slumped to the ground, unconscious, his entire body like a heap of mud. His breathing was exceedingly faint.
"Hou Chun, your pal brought a real beauty. The two of us can have a good time with her tonight..."
A man's voice came from outside the door, but he stopped halfway through, apparently noticing the carnage outside.
"You sure do know a lot of people..."
Chen Han glanced at Hou Chun and murmured. Then he punched straight through his chest, crushing it inward in a horrifying sight.
Chen Han wasn't about to leave this bastard even the slimmest chance of survival—not even one in ten thousand.
So it was only right to make sure he was dead before dealing with what came next.
Chen Han went to the entrance and folded his arms, looking at the carriage that had already come to a halt ahead. Two Dark Force Martial Artist guards stood beside it, while the carriage interior was obscured from view.
Just then, the carriage curtain was pulled aside, revealing a handsome young man dressed in fine silks and jade ornaments.
Chen Han recognized him as Zhao Liuye, the eldest son of the Zhao Family, a prominent clan in the city.
Through the gap, he saw someone else inside the carriage. It was none other than Li Muyun, the Li Mansion's precious young lady.
Zhao Liuye was surveying the corpses strewn across the ground, his heart pounding with fear. His gaze on Chen Han grew increasingly wary. "Young hero, I only came here for a stroll. I didn't see anything. I'll be on my way."
The two guards were also trembling with fear, drenched in sweat. A single glance had been enough to reveal the vast difference in strength between the two sides.
"Too late..."
Chen Han said coldly.
Anyone who called these fiends from the Black Mountain Gang brothers couldn't be a decent person. What's more, he had one of Chen Han's old acquaintances with him. She had clearly been drugged and was about to be taken advantage of.
There was no way Chen Han would let this man leave alive!
"Boy, do you know who our young master is? You dare lay a hand on us?"
The two guards immediately shouted a warning.
"Enough noise!"
Chen Han attacked like a bolt of thunder, his fists whistling through the air. In only a few moves, he beat the two men to death.
By then, Zhao Liuye had already mounted a horse and untied the reins from the carriage, trying to flee on horseback.
But Chen Han wasn't about to let him have his way. He snapped off a piece of wood from the carriage and hurled it at the horse's legs. The horse cried out in pain, rearing its head with a shrill neigh and throwing Zhao Liuye to the ground.
Zhao Liuye lost his balance and tumbled off.
Pain made his eyes bulge as he watched Chen Han slowly approach. He shouted, "I'm the eldest young master of the Zhao Family! You can't kill me! You... Do you even know what power stands behind me? I'm telling you, if you dare touch me, you'll regret it!"
"Doesn't matter. I can burn you to ashes afterward... If I still get caught after going this far, then I'll just have to accept my bad luck."
Hearing words that sounded like they came from a demon descended upon the world, Zhao Liuye was both furious and outraged. At the same time, he felt death drawing closer than ever before.
"By the way, give Hou Chun my regards!"
As Chen Han spoke, he raised his fist high. In Zhao Liuye's eyes, it was like a giant god bringing down the Heaven-Flipping Seal.
"How dare you!"
At this critical moment, a figure shot toward Chen Han like a cannonball. He moved so fast that even Chen Han, whose body had been strengthened by the Taiji Health Cultivation Technique, barely reacted in time.
But Chen Han didn't retreat. He pressed forward instead, changing his attack and putting every ounce of strength into a heavy punch.
Their momentum surged like a rainbow. Neither gave an inch, and at one moment, both could hold out no longer and staggered backward several steps.
Chen Han planted one foot behind him to steady himself, then looked at the newcomer.
He was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a burly, powerful build and prominent temples. A closer look revealed that he was already a Transformation Force Martial Artist.
In a small place like Black Lion City, a Transformation Force Martial Artist was a top-level expert in his own right. Martialists were the leading figures of the various powers, and rarely made a move.
As for Martial Masters, they represented the pinnacle of Black Lion City's fighting strength. You could count them on one hand, and they only appeared when the city faced an existential calamity like the recent Red Spider incident.
As Chen Han sized up the black-robed man, the other man did the same, his face revealing a flicker of surprise.
"You're so young, yet you've already reached Dark Force. You even seem close to breaking through into Transformation Force. Not bad. You have a little talent."
"A little talent? Then come and test me again..."
Chen Han didn't show the slightest fear. He was about to step forward and fight again.
"Hold on!"
The black-robed man raised a hand to stop him. The fist he'd just used to clash with Chen Han was trembling slightly.
"What is it? Lost your nerve?"
"Boy, I admit you're talented, but let me give you a piece of advice: you'd better not make an enemy of the Zhao Family. You're still too young to know just how vast this world is, or how many people and powers there are that strike fear into everyone who hears their names."
His gaze was calm as he spoke casually. "A young talent like you is rare in a little place like Black Lion City. But out in the wider world, you're like a star in the sky—there are so many you couldn't possibly count them all."
"You'd better not push things too far. It won't be good for anyone..."
Hearing this, even Chen Han, proud and haughty as he was, let his fist loosen. A strange unease crept over him. "Are you talking about the Black Mountain Gang?"
"Heh. The Black Mountain Gang? They're nothing. They have one Martial Master and a few Martialists. They're not worth my attention."
"You want to know? Once you're strong enough, you'll find out."
Chen Han opened his hand and rubbed it. His gaze turned so dark and oppressive that it seemed hard to breathe. "You're putting on airs and talking in riddles. After all that, you're just threatening me?"
"Boy, that's not what I mean. You'd best not get too arrogant."
Chen Han's fist clenched and unclenched. His deep, shadowy eyes kept shifting between the two men, as if he were hesitating.
The black-robed man's expression shifted several times, and his tone grew much more relaxed. "Boy, it's only a dog from the Black Mountain Gang that died. Rest assured, Zhao Liuye had little to do with him. Let the dead stay dead."
Chen Han suddenly smiled. "Good. Very good. You're the first person to change my mind with just a few words. All right, show me some sincerity, and I'll let you two leave."
At this, both men breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, Chen Han was brimming with killing intent. Even through the black veil, he made them feel uneasy. It was obvious he wasn't some ordinary person, so it was best to avoid making an enemy of him if possible.
But now the two of them looked at each other, their pockets empty, with no treasures to offer.
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