Slaughter Them All

Bullets erupted and surged forward, instantly shrouding Li Hai's entire body.

Yet he did not dodge or evade, letting the rain of bullets strike him.

No, Li Hai raised his left hand, and the characters for Naihe lit up on his palm.

Hum—

The next instant, an invisible vortex suddenly appeared in his palm, sucking in and absorbing every single bullet that came roaring toward him.

The hundred musketeers and Zhou Yushu, who witnessed this scene with their own eyes, were all stunned into speechlessness.

"How is this possible? Impossible! What kind of sorcery is this?!" Zhou Yushu trembled all over, turning to flee into the manor.

But just then, Li Hai stomped, shattering the ground beneath his feet and sending hundreds of stone fragments flying. He channeled his strength throughout his body, merging his intent and power into his palms, and then thrust them forward violently.

Boom—

With him as the center, the surrounding air instantly boiled and surged, roaring as it wrapped around those hundreds of stone fragments, bombarding the Zhou Family manor like a violent storm.

The speed was no slower than the gunfire, perhaps even faster.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang~

The hundred musketeers lined up at the manor entrance bore the brunt of the assault; the surging rain of stone bullets pierced their bodies and skulls. Before they could even scream, they were reduced to a pile of mangled corpses.

Zhou Yushu, who was positioned in the back and shielded by walls of human bodies, escaped death for the moment.

However, both his legs were shattered, and a gaping hole in his abdomen left his entrails spilling out; he could only lie by the gate, wailing in agony.

Li Hai found his screeching grating, so he walked over and crushed his head with a single stomp.

A piece of trash who only knew how to enjoy the fruits of evil and lacked even the slightest martial skill—what use was there in keeping him alive?

Immediately, Li Hai stepped into the Zhou Family manor.

After the bombardment, the manor was in complete disarray: blood-drenched, mangled corpses; wailing, twisted wounded; and Zhou Family servants taking advantage of the chaos to flee with valuables.

Seeing this, Li Hai suddenly felt a sense of listlessness.

Boring, truly boring.

To put it bluntly, they were just a group of ordinary people who couldn't even withstand a firearm attack.

Li Hai did not like killing ordinary people; he only wanted to kill ghosts and experts.

"Where are the experts?"

Following the vague guidance of his Wildness, Li Hai charged forward in a direction without hesitation.

Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!

With every thunderous boom and cloud of dust and debris, the pavilions, courtyard walls, and rockeries blocking his path were smashed through, no matter how thick they were.

As for the Zhou family members who happened to be in Li Hai's way, regardless of gender or age, they were unluckily pulverized into mists of blood and gore, leaving nothing behind.

Li Hai felt no psychological burden regarding these wretched deaths.

Since they enjoyed the wealth of the Zhou Family, they naturally had to bear the karmic consequences of the Zhou Family.

This was only natural.

"Villain!"

As he marched on, an angry shout suddenly came from Li Hai's right.

Immediately after, a pair of dark, bruised-colored hands, wreathed in foul, murky black energy, struck out viciously, aiming for Li Hai's broad back.

Facing this attack, which clearly carried the attribute of poison, Li Hai did not dodge or evade; he merely let the blood-red characters for Naihe light up on the skin of his back.

Hum—

In an instant, the pair of bruised hands was bitten firmly by the portal that opened on Li Hai's back.

The items were collected, and the portal closed.

As the characters for Naihe vanished, the pair of bruised palms and the arms attached to them disappeared as well.

"Ahhh!"

Blood sprayed and screams erupted; the ambusher was instantly reduced to a cripple with no arms.

With such a grievous injury, how could he still have any will to fight?

Ignoring everything else, the man immediately felt the urge to retreat and flee for his life.

But before he could endure the pain and escape, Li Hai, who had been sprinting forward, stopped in his tracks. He turned around, raised his hands, and from between his palms, the two severed, bruised-colored arms sprayed out like a fountain of blood, smashing heavily onto the man's forehead.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the ambusher's head and face caved in from both sides, spraying red and white matter before he swayed and collapsed to the ground.

Dead.

"Poison Sand Palm. The grade is average, and the training is average. In a real fight, he's not even as good as Guo Huaijin, though it's enough to run rampant in a town. In short... trash."

After leaving this critique, Li Hai transformed back into a locomotive, smashing through walls and killing his way to the next location.

A long time later—

"Villain, I swear I will not rest until you are dead!"

"Thief, pay with your life!"

Amidst the ruins and crumbling walls, two elders in brocade robes, one wielding a blade and the other a spear, roared as they charged simultaneously from the left and right at Li Hai, who stood with a calm, even slightly bored, expression.

"For such a large Zhou Family, there isn't even a single person at the level of Guo Huaijin."

As Li Hai raised his hands to catch the weapons of both elders, he muttered in boredom, "Only four small fries at the Force-Qi Circulation level; this is truly, utterly dull."

As he whispered, the characters for Naihe suddenly flashed on his palms, snapping off the arms of both elders—along with their staff and blade—and drawing them into his void space.

"Ahhh! My hands, my hands!"

"You used sorcery! You are a monster, you are a monster!"

The two elders' incessant shrieking was truly annoying, so Li Hai furrowed his bald brows and raised his hands once more to return their "belongings" to them.

Following a pleasant sound of flesh being pierced, the two elders were run through by their own weapons, collapsing powerlessly to their knees before hanging their heads in death.

With this, the "essence" of the entire Zhou Family estate had been wiped out by Li Hai in one fell swoop.

He had also harvested Poison Sand Palm, Poison-Infused Blade, Poison-Embedded Finger, Vicious Poison Staff, and <Southern Border Zou Clan Poison Manual (Fragmented)>, totaling four martial arts techniques and one guide on the prevention and application of poisons.

"A whole family practicing poison-type techniques; that's really something." Li Hai shook his head, speechless.

Although he had little use for these poison arts, they provided him with a solid foundation in toxicology, making it easier for him to neutralize the various poisons and toxins used by his enemies, so this trip could be considered quite fruitful.

At the same time, Li Hai had scavenged some wealth from the mansion, enough to last him for quite a while.

Immediately, Li Hai leaped onto a three-story pavilion, looking out over the surroundings from his high vantage point.

The entire Zhou Family estate suddenly came into his view.

The mansion covered an area of ten acres, laid out according to some feng shui pattern with pavilions, gardens, courtyards, and verandas scattered throughout; at a glance, it appeared opulent and magnificent.

"It is indeed grand."

Li Hai sneered coldly, "Built by scraping together the blood and sweat of the people, no doubt."

As far as he knew, the Zhou Family had only been rising for sixty years, lacking any deep heritage.

Yet, judging by the scale of the estate and the reputation among the commoners of Ox-Horn Town, the Zhou Family had surely committed countless evils to accumulate such vast wealth in just one sixty-year cycle.

"It deserves to be burned to the ground."

Thinking this, Li Hai pulled all of his yellow talismans from his pocket.