Revenge

Xia Daoming shot out of the dilapidated house like a python emerging from its den. While still in mid-air, his hands and feet unleashed a barrage of killing moves.

With his hand, he wielded the Serpent-Shaped Saber. Palm facing down, back facing up, and the edge forward, he sliced it across a Blood Wolf Guard's throat.

The Blood Wolf Guard immediately clutched his throat, falling backward to the ground as if his throat had been severed by a blade.

Almost simultaneously, Xia Daoming's leg whipped through the air like a snake's tail, sweeping across and sending two Blood Wolf Guards flying. They crashed hard into a wall behind them.

"Woof woof!" The Blood Wolf Mastiffs roared and lunged forward.

"You're asking for death!" Xia Daoming delivered a swift side kick, sending the bull-calf-sized Blood Wolf Mastiffs flying. They landed heavily on the ground like large sandbags, their limbs twitching violently before they stopped moving altogether.

"Ah!" One Blood Wolf Guard, terrified by Xia Daoming's ferocious assault, turned to flee. He stepped directly onto a caltrop that Xia Daoming had scattered around the house.

Immediately, he felt an icy chill pierce through his body from behind.

"Ah!" The Blood Wolf Guard let out another scream of agony, looking down to see the bloody tip of a dagger protruding from his chest.

The remaining two Blood Wolf Guards had already turned and were fleeing in separate directions.

One of them was the Pockmarked One-Eyed Blood Wolf Guard.

He was, in fact, the leader of the six Blood Wolf Guards and the strongest among them. However, he was now so terrified that his liver and gall were about to burst, and he was simply fleeing for his life.

But the one-eyed Blood Wolf Guard hadn't run more than a few steps before he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. His head then lolled to the side, and he collapsed diagonally to the ground, his single eye staring unblinkingly at the retreating figure that had just flashed past him.

With a Fourth-Rank Martial Master realm cultivation, and a strength far exceeding that of a Fourth-Rank Martial Master, Xia Daoming shot up into the sky like a cannonball with every landing.

Sand and dirt flew everywhere.

The last Blood Wolf Guard was caught alive by Xia Daoming before he could even reach the village entrance.

After a round of interrogation, Xia Daoming unceremoniously killed him.

One hour later.

In the darkness, a bonfire lit up the small courtyard.

Pieces of Blood Wolf Mastiff meat were roasting over the fire.

The oil sizzled as it dripped onto the flames, causing them to leap higher. The rich aroma of roasted meat drifted through the desolate village.

For this desolate village, which had existed alone in the desert for who knows how many years, there was finally a trace of human life.

Xia Daoming hadn't tasted meat in over ten days.

The Blood Wolf Mastiff's body was filled with surging vital energy and blood. Its flesh was undoubtedly a nourishing food for those who practiced martial arts to strengthen their vital energy and blood.

Xia Daoming, naturally, wouldn't waste it.

Three days later.

In the desolate village, the morning sun was slowly rising like a fiery disc from the horizon.

Inside the house, Xia Daoming looked at the empty wooden box, licked the juice from his fingers, and his eyes were filled with a sense of lingering satisfaction.

Over the past three days, he had finally finished the last segment of the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng and the smoked meat from a little more than half a Blood Wolf Mastiff.

"What a shame, the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng is all gone. From now on, I can only rely on the Blood Wolf Mastiff meat for nourishment. Cough cough, Xia Daoming, you're getting carried away. Blood Wolf Mastiff meat was once a delicacy you wouldn't even dare to dream of eating!"

Xia Daoming shook his head, and the interface in his mind appeared before his eyes.

Xia Daoming—

Cultivation: Fourth-Rank Martial Master

Meridian Strengthening Progress: Level 9, 20%.

"Now that my meridians have been strengthened to the ninth level, I should have no problem fighting a Fifth-Rank Great Martial Master. It seems it's time to leave this place and settle accounts with the Blood Wolf Hall in Black Stone City!"

Thinking this, Xia Daoming got up, slung his pack over his shoulder, and walked out of the house.

Mangzhou Prefecture, the most vast prefecture in the Great Liang Kingdom, was also a place of harsh environments, barren resources, rampant bandits, rampant gangs, and where human lives were as cheap as grass. It was a place of exile.

The majestic, continuous Vast Mountain Range, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, divided Mangzhou Prefecture into northern and southern regions.

The Vast Mountain Range blocked the northward moist air from the vast ocean to the south, causing the area north of Mangzhou Prefecture to receive scarce rainfall. Summers were extremely hot, and winters were extremely cold, with most regions being desert and Gobi.

In the northern part of Mangzhou Prefecture, human settlements were found only where there was water.

All cities, strongholds, market towns, and villages were built around water sources.

Black Stone City was built at the foot of Black Dragon Mountain.

The melting snow from the mountain formed a lake at its base, creating an oasis, and Black Stone City was thus established.

Outside Black Stone City, the gravel was all black.

The city walls were also built with black stones, hence the name Black Stone City.

Black Stone City was considered a small city in the northern region.

The order within the city was maintained not by the government, but by clans, various gangs, and martial hall powers.

The Blood Wolf Hall was one of the many gang powers in Black Stone City, occupying three neighborhoods in the southern part of the city.

The Dragon Serpent Martial Hall was also located in the southern part of the city. Its master, Qiu Zhiheng, was old and only accepted disciples to teach martial arts, living a life of wealth and comfort. He didn't compete for territory, so he had no conflicts of interest with the Blood Wolf Hall, which was also in the southern part of the city, and their relationship was quite harmonious.

Qiu Zhiheng and Wei Mao also had a good relationship and often interacted, addressing each other as brothers.

It was precisely because of this that the changes in Wei Mao after taking the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng attracted his attention, which led to the secret being leaked and brought about the disaster of death and the destruction of the martial hall.

In the backyard of the Blood Wolf Hall, there was a spacious room.

A man was on top of a woman, engaged in strenuous activity.

Heavy panting and seductive moans echoed in the room.

"Creak!"

The door was pushed open.

"Get out!"

Wei Mo was at a critical juncture when he suddenly heard someone push the door open. He continued with his task, letting out a beast-like roar from his throat.

"Clap! Clap!"

Wei Mo was answered with loud applause.

Wei Mo realized something was wrong and quickly turned his head.

"It's you!" Wei Mo's expression changed slightly as he recognized the person, and he hastily pulled himself away.

"Young Hall Master, please continue. It's fine, I don't lack this little bit of time," Xia Daoming said, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and a smile.

Seeing that Xia Daoming had no intention of attacking immediately, Wei Mo completely relaxed.

After all, he was a Fourth-Rank Martial Master, and Xia Daoming had only been a Second-Rank Martial Master before. Even if he had reaped the benefits and snatched the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng, he would have to consume it slowly. It would be the absolute limit for him to break through to a Third-Rank Martial Master in just over ten days.

Moreover, this was the headquarters of the Blood Wolf Hall, and there were many people stationed outside.

"I'm very curious how you managed to escape my father's pursuit and end up here?" Wei Mo said as he slowly put on his clothes.

"I'm also very curious, your father's body is barely cold, and yet you have the mood to indulge in pleasure here?" Xia Daoming said.

Wei Mo's face changed drastically upon hearing this, but then he burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world. "Haha, don't tell me that you, of all people, could kill my father!"

"Is that so funny? Since I could kill your uncle, why couldn't I kill your father?" Xia Daoming said.

"If my uncle hadn't been seriously injured and his mind wasn't entirely focused on the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng, would you have had a chance to kill him? Speaking of the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng, kid, since you're here, hand it over obediently with both hands, and I might consider sparing your life." Wei Mo's eyes greedily fixed on Xia Daoming.

"Tsk tsk, they say the Young Hall Master is a cruel and heartless person. It seems it's true. You can put aside the revenge for your father and uncle for the sake of the Dragon-Patterned Purple Blood Ginseng." Xia Daoming sneered.

"Kid, you're courting death!" Wei Mo finally got tired of talking nonsense with Xia Daoming, let out a cold shout, and lunged forward, punching fiercely at him.

Seeing this, Xia Daoming didn't dodge. His vital energy surged, and he spread his fingers, reaching forward.

"You're actually a Fourth-Rank Martial Master!" Wei Mo's face changed drastically, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart.

But he didn't retract his fist or change his move.

His punch was charged with power and momentum, like a rainbow. Xia Daoming was merely responding casually. Even if Xia Daoming had broken through to become a Fourth-Rank Martial Master, so what?

"Bang!"

Xia Daoming's palm, like an eagle's claw, tightly gripped Wei Mo's fist.

Wei Mo was shocked and instinctively tried to retract his fist, but Xia Daoming's hand was like an iron clamp, cold and strong. His fist couldn't move at all.

"How is this possible!"

Cold sweat the size of beans immediately appeared on Wei Mo's forehead. He gritted his teeth and struck out with his left hand, forming a palm strike, directly stabbing at Xia Daoming's neck.

"Hmph!" A cold glint flashed in Xia Daoming's eyes. He raised his other hand into a Serpent Head Fist and struck out with lightning speed.

The Serpent Head Fist fiercely struck the palm strike.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

The sound of broken finger bones and Wei Mo's scream sounded one after another.

Wei Mo's left hand retracted like lightning, his four fingers bent and trembling uncontrollably.

Although both were Fourth-Rank Martial Masters, the difference in their power was too great.

"Guards, Guards!" After screaming, Wei Mo quickly roared in panic.

But his voice echoed in the room, and there was silence outside. No one came in.

"Stop shouting. Even if you shout your lungs out, no one will come," Xia Daoming said with a smile.

He exerted force with his right hand.

Wei Mo's fist began to emit the sound of bones being crushed and deformed under his palm.

"It hurts, my hand is breaking, let go! Good sir, let go!" Wei Mo cried out in pain and begged repeatedly.

"Let go? Then why didn't you let Master Qiu and the people of the Dragon Serpent Martial Hall go?" Xia Daoming's face was as cold as ice.

"I know I was wrong, I'll never dare again. Please, spare my life!" Wei Mo continued to beg.

"Don't dream about it. If you honestly tell me where you've hidden the wealth you've plundered over the years, I can give you a quick death," Xia Daoming said.

"Go to hell!" Upon hearing this, Wei Mo suddenly lifted his leg and swung it upwards towards Xia Daoming's groin.

But Xia Daoming was faster. He kicked out, sending Wei Mo's leg back, and then unceremoniously stomped down hard on his knee.

"Crack!"

Wei Mo's right leg snapped.

"Ah!" Wei Mo screamed again, almost passing out from the pain.

"I'm not in a hurry. I'd actually like to see just how hard the Young Hall Master's bones are!" Xia Daoming said coldly.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Wei Mo quickly surrendered and honestly revealed where the treasure was hidden.

"You can go now!" Xia Daoming said faintly after listening. He formed the Serpent Head Fist with both hands and struck Wei Mo's temples forcefully.

Wei Mo's eyes rolled back, and he fell backward, dead.

"Master Qiu, Daoming has avenged you. May you rest in peace!" Xia Daoming said silently in his heart, looking around.

A woman was clutching a piece of clothing, curled up in the corner of the room, trembling.

Seeing Xia Daoming look at her, the woman was too scared to cover herself with the clothing anymore. Instead, with her fair, jade-like body exposed, she repeatedly kowtowed to Xia Daoming, begging for mercy. "Great Hero, spare my life! Great Hero, spare my life! I'll do anything you want."

Seeing her trembling, jade-like flesh, Xia Daoming quickly averted his gaze. He casually tossed a piece of clothing over and said, "You can go. I won't kill you."

"Thank you, Great Hero." The woman grabbed the clothing and hastily fled the room.

Xia Daoming first went to the treasure hiding spot Wei Mo had mentioned and took the wealth the Wei family had accumulated over the years. Then, he thoroughly ransacked the Blood Wolf Hall.

The system could continuously strengthen meridians, but it required a large amount of nourishing items. This meant Xia Daoming needed to purchase them with substantial funds.

Since he had destroyed the Blood Wolf Hall this time, Xia Daoming naturally intended to seize everything he could.

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