Massacre

At the sound of faint chewing, the last shred of luck in the two men's hearts vanished without a trace.

It had to be a demon.

Chen Dao and the second-in-command exchanged a glance and decided to fight their way out, even if it killed them.

The Wild Wolf Gang's fortress, which had seemed impregnable just moments ago, had now become their cage.

Since they had decided to break out, they could no longer sit around and wait for death.

Even if there were an army outside, Chen Dao would force his way through today.

Chen Dao moved first, bounding forward several steps and reaching the door in the blink of an eye.

He swung the Ghost-Head Saber fiercely with his right hand, smashing it into the wooden door.

The door instantly exploded into splinters.

Amid the flying wood chips, Chen Dao leaped outside.

The second-in-command followed close behind, staying firmly at Chen Dao's side.

But once the two men steadied themselves and saw the scene outside, neither could remain calm.

The ground was a complete mess. Corpses lay scattered everywhere, piled haphazardly atop one another, while great swathes of blood slowly gathered into thin streams.

A headless corpse knelt at the entrance, blood still trickling from its neck.

Yet there was no sign of the demon. It seemed the creature had left after eating its fill.

When Chen Dao recognized the headless corpse's clothes, his eyes instantly reddened.

His chest rose and fell as a hoarse sound tore from his throat, like the low growl of a lion.

"Doggie..."

The second-in-command had clearly noticed the headless body as well. Once he recognized its attire, he was both shocked and enraged.

After all,

Doggie was not merely Chen Dao's trusted subordinate. They had watched him grow up since childhood, and Chen Dao had recently considered taking him in as his adopted son.

Yet now, he had died without a whole body left behind, humiliated further by being made to kneel before the gate.

Was this not the demon openly provoking them?

"Big Brother."

The second-in-command stepped forward and tugged Chen Dao. Chen Dao immediately snapped out of his fury.

I, Chen Dao, will remember today's grudge!

Chen Dao silently swore that one day, he would avenge Doggie and the Wild Wolf Gang's members.

Drip. Drip.

Chen Dao raised a hand and wiped away a droplet that had fallen onto his forehead.

Of all times, it has to rain now.

But when he glanced at the moisture on his hand, he found that it was crimson blood!

He immediately looked up toward the roof.

There, a hideous and grotesque demon with a slick black body pinched a half-eaten head between two long, slender fingers. Rows of sharp, bloodstained teeth showed as it smiled at the two men.

The blood from earlier had dripped from that head.

Seeing the demon's horrifying appearance, Chen Dao was startled and unconsciously took a step back.

Then his gaze fell upon the head in the demon's hand.

That was...

Doggie's head!

Looking at the demon's smug expression atop the roof, Chen Dao's eyes flew wide open, his rage tearing at the corners of them.

His fury surged. Escape, future plans, revenge—he cast all of it from his mind.

Chen Dao's chest heaved violently, heat continuously pouring from his mouth and nose. Only one thought remained in his heart.

Kill!

With a furious roar, Chen Dao burst forward and swung his saber at the demon on the roof.

The tremendous force cracked the ground beneath his feet and sent clouds of dust billowing up.

The second-in-command charged after him, stirring the blood and qi throughout his body as he threw fists filled with killing intent at the demon. The knuckle guards on his hands gleamed with a cold, eerie light beneath the moon.

For a time, the once silent and desolate Wild Wolf Gang stronghold filled with swirling dust and the sounds of fierce combat.

Wu Yi darted across roofs of varying heights, his figure like a ghost.

Ever since recovering to the Peak Meridian Passage Realm, Wu Yi had never felt so refreshed.

As he raced onward, Wu Yi considered whether he had acted too hastily.

He had only just recovered to the peak of the Meridian-Piercing Realm, yet he was already rushing to destroy the Wild Wolf Gang. Would outsiders suspect the True Intent Martial Hall?

The Wild Wolf Gang had always acted tyrannically and made countless enemies, but recently, the only ones who had clashed with them were the True Intent Martial Hall.

If the Wild Wolf Gang were truly wiped out, would whoever stood behind them blame the True Intent Martial Hall?

As he thought, Wu Yi's gaze sharpened.

I'm already at the peak of the Meridian-Piercing Realm. There aren't many people in all of Cloudwater City stronger than me.

If I still have to endure humiliation and live so cautiously, then what was the point of recovering?

A gentleman never lets a grudge linger overnight. Who cares who stands behind the Wild Wolf Gang?

I, Wu Yi, won't take this lying down anymore!

With that thought, his speed increased by several more notches.

Traveling at full speed, Wu Yi reached the outskirts of the Wild Wolf Gang's stronghold in less than twenty minutes.

From a distance, he could see clusters of houses, large and small, gathered around a great hall. The place was brightly lit.

Yet strangely, not a single sound came from within.

Wu Yi frowned slightly at the sight and remained standing some distance from the Wild Wolf Gang.

Since when did the Wild Wolf Gang become so disciplined? Their lights are on in the middle of the night, yet they're making no sound at all?

Something was clearly wrong.

With that in mind, Wu Yi immediately concealed his aura and quietly slipped toward the Wild Wolf Gang's grounds.

"Big Brother, don't blame me. I had no choice."

Wu Yi had just crouched behind a half-height house when he heard those words. His eyes immediately lit up, sensing a good show.

He slowly poked out one eye, wanting to see what was happening ahead.

But the sight made Wu Yi secretly gasp.

Corpses carpeted the ground. Bodies clad in Wild Wolf Gang clothing lay everywhere, blood flowing freely like a scene from hell.

These days, even wiping out a gang has competition?

Wu Yi marveled inwardly, then let curiosity guide him toward the source of the voice.

In an open area, he vaguely saw three figures.

One of them clutched his chest and knelt on one knee, seemingly speaking in broken fragments.

"You... you bastard..."

Chen Dao's breathing was disordered, and a bloody hole had appeared in his chest. He struggled to support himself with the Ghost-Head Saber, preventing himself from collapsing.

His eyes brimmed with grief and hatred as he glared at his second brother, who stood beside the demon and panted heavily, then shouted furiously.

Blood spurted endlessly from Chen Dao's mouth like a rushing spring. At last, he could no longer hold himself up and crashed to the ground.

He tried desperately to rise, but his entire body felt as heavy as ten thousand pounds. No matter how he struggled, he could not get up and could only lie there.

Looking at his second brother, looking at that arrogant demon, looking at the thick black sky above.

In his daze, Chen Dao seemed to see himself again on the night his family had been destroyed, curled up in a street corner as a youth. The cold wind had been as bleak as it was tonight.

As he thought of it, Chen Dao's breath gradually weakened. The faint light in his pupils went out with it, leaving no trace of life behind.

Time returned to several minutes earlier.

Chen Dao's attacks were vicious and relentless, his saber strikes airtight as every blow aimed for the demon's vital points.

The second-in-command was no less fierce. His fists followed Chen Dao's attacks closely, striking at the demon from unexpected angles.

The two worked together seamlessly, their offensive flowing without end like a surging river.

Worthy of being brothers for decades. With their coordination, they might have been able to contend even against a Meridian-Piercing Realm martial artist.

The two battled the demon for a long time, forcing it back step by step.

The demon, initially calm and at ease, gradually began to struggle.

Yet Chen Dao did not know that he himself was becoming more alarmed with every exchange.

So this is a demon. Its hide is truly thick, and its savage fighting style is nothing like anything human!

Following the principle that delays bred unforeseen trouble, Chen Dao decided to risk everything.

He immediately swung with all his strength, forcing the demon back before him, then shouted to the second-in-command.

"Second Brother!"

Then, ignoring everything around him, he rapidly pressed points across his body, seemingly activating a unique technique.

The second-in-command understood at once and immediately engaged the demon alone.

As Chen Dao's movements grew faster and faster, his body rapidly reddened and swelled. Veins spread across his cheeks and neck like spiderwebs, his eyes gradually turned crimson, and scorching steam rose from his body.

"Demon! Take—"

Before he could finish, Chen Dao felt an explosive force erupt behind him, sending him flying.