Great Clans

The restaurant's main doors were huge, thick, and heavy.

Closing them took some time.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, two arrows shot in from the left and right.

Thud! Thud!

The two arrows struck Chen Yusheng's chest almost simultaneously, bursting two sprays of blood.

They pierced straight through his chest!

In an instant, Chen Yusheng spewed blood profusely. His legs kicked once, and it was clear he would not survive.

"Boss!"

"Boss is dead!"

"Watch out! There's more than one archer!"

His underlings were terrified out of their wits. They scrambled backward in a panic, fleeing with their heads covered. Not one of them went to help Chen Yusheng.

But Chen Yusheng was not completely dead yet.

He fell flat on his back, the back of his head striking the ground with a loud bang.

"Bleurgh!"

Chen Yusheng coughed up a mouthful of blood. His face twisted, his eyes bulged wide, and the last traces of light gradually faded from his gaze.

Just then, a dog suddenly darted in through the entrance—a small dog.

Everyone stared in shock. Looking up, they saw another figure appear before the door, masked and holding a bow. Without a word, he drew and fired.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Arrows rained into the restaurant at terrifying speed, as though ten people were firing at once, overwhelming everything in their path.

"Ahhh!"

Chen Yusheng's underlings were struck by arrows one after another and fell with shrill screams.

"Slow down! Leave a few for me!"

Skinny Dog was incomparably excited, itching to give it a try.

Fang Zhixing glanced at Skinny Dog's system panel.

[Bloodline Burst Skill: Venomous Wolf Fang (Each use consumes 1 life)]

"You want to try it?"

Fang Zhixing slowed his shooting. He was also curious what this [Bloodline Burst Skill] was like.

"Let me!"

Skinny Dog was eager to move, unable to wait any longer.

He wiggled his rear a few times, and his body suddenly swelled, growing visibly larger.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a small dog into a large dog half a man tall, with a form closer to that of a vicious wolf.

It was not merely similar—it was exactly the same.

Most terrifying of all, Skinny Dog's two fangs had grown exceptionally long, extending beyond his mouth like those of a saber-toothed tiger.

Moreover, those two fangs were scarlet, as if stained with blood, radiating boundless savagery and ferocity.

"Power! I can feel power pouring out endlessly!"

"My teeth are so itchy! I really want to grind them!"

Skinny Dog's eyes turned scarlet as well—indifferent, icy, and vicious!

Abruptly, he charged out and pounced swiftly at a man.

Man and dog passed each other!

Rip!

A line of blood sprayed out!

The man collapsed, his neck torn open and his windpipe exposed, blood and flesh mangled together.

The blood flowing out was red tinged with murky black.

The edges of the wound rapidly changed color as blackness spread swiftly throughout his body.

His body quickly bloated, like a floating corpse that had soaked in water for a long time.

After a single breath, the man lost all signs of life, dead beyond doubt.

"Haha, I'm incredible!"

Like a madman, Skinny Dog pounced left and right, biting whoever he caught.

He was nimble and fast, leaping up and down as if no one could stop him.

Chen Yucheng's underlings could neither fight nor evade him. It was a complete one-sided beating as Skinny Dog bullied them at will.

However, Skinny Dog could not keep it up for long. His body soon shrank, reverting to normal as his fierce might vanished.

"Damn, I'm exhausted!"

After returning to normal, Skinny Dog panted heavily, his limbs trembling so badly that he could barely stand.

Clearly, using a burst skill placed an enormous burden on the body.

[Skinny Dog's Remaining Lives: 3]

Fang Zhixing understood that feeling deeply. Whenever he used a burst skill, he always ended the fight quickly and never dragged things out.

By now, only a few living people remained in the hall.

Fang Zhixing drew his bow and fired, dispatching them in no time.

Just like that, only a few moments had passed.

Chen Yusheng and all his underlings were wiped out!

Corpses lay scattered throughout the hall, with blood covering the floor.

Fang Zhixing swiftly searched the bodies, looting them one by one.

Afterward, he went to the counter, opened the cashbox, emptied out all of the restaurant's earnings, and packed them away.

But he was not done yet.

He went to the kitchen, carried out some firewood, doused it with kerosene, and set it alight.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The blaze quickly rose, sweeping outward as black smoke surged into the sky.

Riverside Restaurant was a wooden structure. Once the fire started, it became impossible to contain, and the entire building caught flame.

Night had only just fallen.

The blaze lit up half the sky.

Everyone in town saw the towering flames.

The man and dog returned to the Cheng Family Compound.

The compound was quiet. The Cheng brothers were still sleeping soundly, completely unaware of what had happened outside.

Fang Zhixing did not disturb them. He returned to his room and took out two roast chickens.

He had conveniently taken the roast chickens from the restaurant kitchen.

The man and dog shared them, ate until they were full, then fell asleep.

In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.

Early that morning, Fang Zhixing woke from his sleep and vaguely heard the sound of something cutting through the air.

Curious, he opened a crack in his door and peered out secretly.

He saw the slender Cheng Tian'en standing on the sandy ground, practicing his fist techniques.

At that moment, he looked nothing like the sickly invalid he had been before. Every punch and kick carried speed and power, creating gusts of wind as he moved with effortless grace.

Cheng Tianxi walked out and nodded. "Brother, it seems your illness has been cured."

Cheng Tian'en laughed heartily. "It's cured, finally cured! It's all thanks to you!"

The two brothers sat beneath the eaves and drank tea.

Cheng Tianxi said, "Brother, your body has only just recovered, so you still need to rest and recuperate. Once you have returned to your peak condition, you can make your return. What do you think?"

Cheng Tian'en fell silent briefly and asked, "What is the situation at home now?"

Cheng Tianxi replied, "Our Cheng Family has submitted to the Luo Family. All four hundred and fifty-seven members of the clan, young and old alike, have become the Luo Family's slaves, obeying their every command."

Cheng Tian'en's expression darkened slightly. He snorted. "The Luo Family is a great clan, while our Cheng Family is merely a minor household. In these troubled times, we can only cling to the Luo Family to survive."

Seeing this, Cheng Tianxi quickly said, "Brother, I know you are unwilling to accept this, but circumstances are stronger than men. We have no other way and no choice."

Cheng Tian'en looked at his younger brother and said sternly, "The great clans sit high above all others, bringing calamity to the world, treating human lives like grass, and viewing commoners as ants. Even if we grovel before them without end, they will not treat us well. They will only become more excessive."

Cheng Tianxi lowered his head. "I understand everything you've said, Brother. But reality is cruel. We are now the Luo Family's slaves."

Cheng Tian'en looked toward the sky. The morning clouds filled the heavens in boundless beauty. He sighed. "How can a true man, born between heaven and earth, remain dejected beneath another's heel for long?"

Cheng Tianxi replied, "Brother, do not lose heart. A temporary setback means nothing. A gentleman conceals his talents and waits for the right time to act."

Cheng Tian'en could not help but smile. "What good ideas do you have?"

Cheng Tianxi was silent for a moment, then said seriously, "What good ideas could I possibly have? An elder brother is like a father. Everything will be decided by you, Brother."

Cheng Tian'en nodded slightly, lost in thought.