The Way of Business

Through the rain of blood and wind of slaughter, Zhang Sanxian stepped over corpse after corpse, arriving within five paces of Yan Zikun.

The color drained from Yan Zikun's face in an instant, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

According to the intelligence he had bought, Zhang Sanxian was, at most, only at the peak of Self-and-World Oblivion.

Yet this blind man before him could casually seize souls and take lives, while his swordsmanship was swift as lightning—so fast Yan Zikun could not even see it.

Was this something a Matter-Forgetting Rank fighter could fucking do?!

"The intelligence misled me!"

Fear, like an icy venomous serpent, instantly coiled around Yan Zikun's heart.

But he was, after all, one of the upper echelons of both the Canal River Gang and Mirage Pavilion. His experience in life-and-death combat had long since been carved deep into his bones.

Thus, beneath his shock, the instinct to survive immediately overwhelmed every turbulent emotion.

"Die!!!"

Yan Zikun let out a beastlike roar. No longer daring to hold anything back, he explosively unleashed the full power of his Return-to-Truth Rank cultivation.

His famed ultimate technique, the River-Boiling Palm, struck out with all his might, without a trace of ornamentation.

Boom!

In an instant, Yan Zikun's bare palms turned red as branding irons, carrying a terrifying force capable of smashing apart and burning through several layers of bank-vault doors as they blasted straight toward Zhang Sanxian's face.

At the same time, the entire scene around the merchant house courtyard hazily transformed into a corner of a great river.

Yan Zikun himself became a fire demon, crimson all over, roaring up at the sky.

With blazing flames upon his raised claws, he seemed poised to steam dry the entire stretch of river, along with every living creature drifting within it.