Give my regards...

"Spare me! I will obey your every command from now on, I'll be your beast of burden!"

Hou Chun pleaded, but Chen Han remained silent, walking forward without the slightest hesitation.

Beneath his black veil, his gaze was ice-cold and bone-chilling.

"When you reach the Yellow Springs, give my regards to Master Bear..."

Chen Han spoke, and by the time he uttered the final word, his figure had already surged violently before Hou Chun.

He unleashed a punch!

Hou Chun was shocked and hurriedly raised his arms to block, but the very next moment, both of his arms were shattered!

For a Mingjin Martial Artist to attempt to block a punch comparable to that of a Huajin Martial Artist was nothing short of foolish.

Ah!

Hou Chun let out a shrill, miserable scream, yet Chen Han's offensive did not slacken in the slightest.

He swung the Mountain Breaking Fist with increasing force, each blow whistling through the air with a momentum like a rainbow.

Hou Chun was clearly outmatched; he was defeated in a single exchange, left to endure Chen Han's fists as they slammed solidly into his body and face, leaving him dazed and feeling as if his entire frame had been dismantled.

He felt ten thousand regrets in that moment; had he known it would come to this, he never would have provoked this man.

But there is no medicine for regret in this world. Hou Chun had committed many evils, and his sudden death today was only natural.

Facing the defenseless Hou Chun, Chen Han did not hold back at all, landing punch after punch until the man was a bloody mess, unable to stand again.

Hou Chun slumped to the ground, losing consciousness like a pile of mud, his breathing growing extremely faint.

"Hou Chun, brother, I've brought some good goods. The two of us can have a real good time tonight..."

A man's voice drifted from outside the door, but the words stopped halfway, as if he had discovered the carnage outside.

"You certainly know a lot of people..."

Chen Han glanced at Hou Chun and muttered, then drove a fist into his chest, caving it in with a sound that was truly horrifying.

Chen Han would not leave this wretch even a sliver of a chance to survive, not even one in ten thousand.

Therefore, finishing the job before dealing with what came next was absolutely necessary.

Chen Han walked to the door, arms crossed, watching the carriage that had long since come to a halt. Beside it stood two bodyguards who were Mingjin Martial Artists, though the interior of the carriage was obscured from view.

Just then, the carriage curtain was pulled back, and a handsome young man in fine silks and a jade belt appeared before Chen Han.

Chen Han recognized him as the eldest son of the Zhao Family, a prominent noble in the city, Zhao Liuye.

Through the gap, he saw another person inside the carriage—it was none other than the apple of the Li Mansion's eye, Li Muyun.

Zhao Liuye scanned the corpses littering the ground, his heart pounding with fear. He looked at Chen Han, his gaze turning increasingly dangerous. "Young hero, I was merely passing through. I saw nothing. I shall take my leave now."

The two bodyguards were also terrified, breaking into a cold sweat at the sight; one look at the disparity in strength was enough to judge the outcome.

"Too late..."

Chen Han said coldly.

Anyone who fraternized with the human demons of the Black Mountain Gang could be no good. Furthermore, the person in his hands was an old acquaintance of Chen Han's, clearly drugged and intended for foul play.

As such, he would not let this man leave alive!

"Do you know who our young master is? You dare to raise a hand against us!"

The two bodyguards shouted a warning in a panic.

"Noisy!"

With the force of a thunderbolt, Chen Han's fists whistled through the air, and within a few moves, he beat both men to death.

By now, Zhao Liuye had mounted a horse and untied the reins from the carriage, intending to flee.

But Chen Han would not grant his wish. He snapped a piece of wood from the carriage and hurled it at the horse's legs. The horse whinnied in pain, rearing up and throwing Zhao Liuye to the ground.

Zhao Liuye lost his balance and tumbled off.

He was in agonizing pain, and as he watched Chen Han approach slowly, he roared, "I am the eldest son of the Zhao Family! You cannot kill me! You... do you know what kind of power stands behind me? I tell you, if you dare touch me, you will regret it!"

"It matters not. I'll just burn you to ash when the time comes... If I can be tracked down after going to such lengths, then I suppose it's just my bad luck."

Hearing words that sounded like those of a demon descending upon the world, Zhao Liuye felt both fury and rage, coupled with an unprecedented sense of impending death.

"Oh, and give my regards to Hou Chun!"

As he spoke, Chen Han's fist was already raised high, appearing in Zhao Liuye's eyes like the Heaven-Turning Seal brought down by a giant spirit.

"How dare you!"

At this critical juncture, a figure lunged at Chen Han like a cannonball. The speed was so great that even Chen Han, strengthened by the Taiji Health Cultivation Technique, barely managed to react.

Chen Han did not retreat but advanced instead, shifting his stance and putting every ounce of his strength into a heavy counter-punch.

Both sides collided with the force of a rainbow, evenly matched, neither willing to yield a single step. At a certain moment, both men were overwhelmed and forced to stagger back several paces.

Chen Han stepped back to steady himself and looked at the newcomer.

It was a middle-aged man in black robes, with a sturdy build and a broad frame. His temples were bulging; upon closer inspection, he was clearly a Huajin Martial Artist.

In a small place like Black Lion City, a Transformation Realm martial artist is considered a top-tier expert, while Martial Artists are the leaders of various factions who rarely take action themselves.

Martial Masters, on the other hand, represent the peak combat power of Black Lion City; they can be counted on one hand and only emerge during city-wide catastrophes, such as the recent Red Spider incident.

As Chen Han sized up the man in the black robe, the man was also observing him, an expression of surprise inadvertently crossing his face.

"To reach the Dark Energy Realm at such a young age, and even show signs of knocking on the door of the Transformation Realm—not bad, you have a bit of talent."

"A bit of talent? Then let's try again..."

Chen Han felt no fear, speaking as he prepared to step forward and fight once more.

"Wait!"

The man in the black robe raised a hand to stop him, his fist, which had just collided with Chen Han's, trembling slightly.

"What's wrong? Too afraid?"

"Kid, I admit you are a talent, but I advise you: it is best not to make an enemy of the Zhao Family. You are still too young and do not know how vast this world is, nor how many terrifying people and factions exist."

His gaze was calm as he spoke indifferently, "Little geniuses like you are indeed rare in this tiny Black Lion City, but out there, they are like the stars in the sky—too many for you to count."

"It is best not to burn your bridges; that is not good for anyone..."

Hearing this, even the prideful Chen Han loosened his fists, feeling a strange sense of apprehension. He asked, "Are you talking about the Black Mountain Gang?"

"Heh, the Black Mountain Gang? The Black Mountain Gang is nothing. With only one Martial Master and a few Martial Artists, they aren't worth my attention."

"You want to know... once you are strong enough, you will naturally find out."

Chen Han opened his palm and rubbed it, his gaze so gloomy it was suffocating. "Playing god, after all that talk, are you just threatening me?"

"Kid, that is not my intention, but you would do well not to be so arrogant."

Chen Han's fists tightened and loosened repeatedly, his deep eyes lingering on the two men as he seemed to hesitate.

The man in the black robe's expression shifted repeatedly, his tone becoming much more relaxed. "Kid, it was just a dog of the Black Mountain Gang that died. Rest assured, Zhao Liuye didn't have deep ties with him; dead is dead."

Chen Han suddenly laughed. "Good, very good. You are the first person to make me change my mind with just a few words. Fine, bring out your sincerity, and I will let the two of you leave."

Hearing this, both men breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, this person was radiating murderous intent, and even through the black veil, they felt a wave of unease; it was clear he was no ordinary person, and it was best to avoid making an enemy of him if possible.

But at this moment, the two looked at each other, both empty-handed with no treasures to offer.