The moment trouble broke out at the County Government Office, Zhu Hanjiang rushed there.
The night wind struck his face.
Moving like the wind, Zhu Hanjiang bounded over rooftops and swept across long streets, soon reaching the entrance to the County Government Office.
But the instant he landed, a bloody shadow lunged from the darkness beneath the gate tower.
It was too fast.
Like a phantom.
A gaunt, blood-red palm struck straight at Zhu Hanjiang's face.
Before the palm reached him, a sickly-sweet, bloody killing intent swept over him, like a sinister wind rising from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Zhu Hanjiang's gaze sharpened, and he raised his palm to meet it without hesitation.
Bang!
Their palms collided.
A blast of force erupted.
Both lanterns outside the County Government Office shattered at once, scattering sparks.
Zhu Hanjiang felt a cold, sinister blood baleful force burrow through his palm, threatening to invade his meridians and foul his blood and qi.
The blue bricks beneath his feet cracked, and the impact drove him back half a step.
The bloody shadow opposite him flipped backward as well, landing beside a stone lion.
Zhu Hanjiang shook his numb right hand, an icy gleam flaring in his eyes.
"Blood baleful force!"
He remembered this force.
Sinister, poisonous, and viscous, it entered the body like putrid blood.
It was none other than the Blood God Sect's blood baleful force.
Zhu Hanjiang looked up.
In the firelight, the intruder wore a dark red Daoist robe. His face was gaunt, but his hands were stained blood-red, his fingernails faintly black. His eyes lay deep in their sockets, and a cold, sinister smile hung at the corners of his mouth.
It was Bloodhand Daoist.
Zhu Hanjiang's eyes narrowed.
"You!"
Bloodhand Daoist grinned, revealing yellowed teeth.
"Lord Zhu,