Midnight

The three guards hadn't even reacted before that streak of light closed in with the speed of Swift Thunder.

Qin Yang struck with both fists, each punch as heavy and forceful as a temple bell rammer.

Thump thump~

The faces of two guards were hit as if by a boulder weighing ten thousand catties, their cheekbones caving in deeply, noses, eyes, and mouths all smeared together.

His punching form wasn't a straight jab either—it came from high to low, with a slight angle.

That meant the two guards didn't fly backward but were instead smashed face-first to the ground.

Crack~

Before the last guard could react, Qin Yang grabbed his neck with both hands and twisted—crack.

His head was spun a full one hundred and eighty degrees.

The whole process took less than a single breath, and the noise didn't even carry out of the courtyard.

Qin Yang quickly tossed the three corpses into the nearby flower bed.

The front door was locked tight.

But since Huang Xinglong had smashed through the window earlier, that actually gave Qin Yang an opening.

He climbed straight through the window into the Meditation Chamber.

"Based on what I overheard before, that Turtle-Snake Art should be with Huang Ruhu. I just don't know if he keeps it here or carries it on him."

Qin Yang swept his gaze around.

The Meditation Chamber had only a few meditation cushions, a tea table, some stools, and a bookshelf.

Naturally, Qin Yang focused on the bookshelf first.

After a thorough search, he actually found a Qi Gathering Cultivation Method.

But it wasn't the Turtle-Snake Art—it was the Pure Qi Art.

"This must be the Huang Family's own third-rate Qi Gathering Cultivation Method."

"Tch."

Qin Yang grumbled in disdain, but his hands obediently tucked it away.

Then he looked around, unwilling to give up, and flipped over every meditation cushion, feeling them carefully.

He really did pull out a secret manual.

But to his deep disappointment, it still wasn't the Turtle-Snake Art.

"Rushing Thunder Palm."

"The name sounds pretty domineering. No idea what rank it is."

Qin Yang muttered, then stashed the Rushing Thunder Palm away as well.

"Looks like Huang Ruhu has the Turtle-Snake Art on him. That's a bit troublesome."

Qin Yang's mind frowned slightly.

Tonight was definitely his best chance.

After tonight, Huang Ruhu's guard would only be tighter.

Besides, once news of Huang Xinglong's disappearance leaked, the Huang Family wouldn't be the only target on people's minds.

"No choice then. I'll have to play rough."

Qin Yang took a deep breath.

Inside the Huang Manor's main hall, it was dead quiet.

Everyone was waiting for news.

Only Huang Tianhu couldn't contain his impatience, pacing anxiously back and forth.

Huang Ruhu was about to tell his younger brother to calm down.

"I'm going to the Latrine first."

Huang Tianhu spoke up on his own.

"Go ahead." Huang Ruhu waved a hand.

Huang Tianhu strode out of the hall, his face full of agitation.

But after quite a while, Huang Tianhu still hadn't returned.

"That kid—could he have gone back to his room to sleep?" a clan elder frowned.

"Well..." Huang Ruhu wasn't sure himself. Knowing Huang Tianhu's temperament, he really might have done just that.

"I'll send someone to check."

Huang Ruhu called out toward the hall's entrance.

But after a few breaths, there was still no response.

"Something's wrong."

"There should be guards on duty outside the hall."

Huang Ruhu's uncle, Huang Xinghai, immediately had a bad feeling.

Huang Ruhu's heart also jolted, sensing trouble.

Now, only he, his uncle Huang Xinghai, and one clan uncle remained in the hall.

Still, the three were all Blood Moving Martial Artists with martial skills, so they managed to stay calm.

"Old Chen!"

Huang Ruhu called out a few more times, but still got no reply.

At this point, the three knew something had definitely gone wrong.

"Let's go out and take a look together!"

Huang Ruhu said in a low voice.

Huang Xinghai and the clan uncle also stood up with grim expressions.

The three cautiously walked out of the hall.

They found the guards outside long gone, the mansion dark and empty, with an eerie air.

"Where did everyone go?"

Huang Ruhu frowned slightly.

Just then.

His ears twitched, catching a faint sound of wind!

And that wind came from above!

"Watch out!"

He shouted in alarm.

But his warning came a moment too late.

With a bang.

A figure swooped down like a great bird, an elbow dropping like a thousand-pound boulder, smashing viciously onto the clan uncle's head!

Boom!

The clan uncle didn't even feel the pain before being knocked unconscious by the sheer force.

But to Huang Ruhu and Huang Xinghai, the sight was horrifying.

The clan uncle's skull cracked and burst open, his eyes popping out from the impact of the force.

"You're asking for it!"

Huang Xinghai growled, charging at the ambushing Black-clad Man.

His palm struck like thunder, flashing in like lightning!

The masked Black-clad Man landed, then Flashed Out like a swallow.

Whoosh~~

Faintly, a surging tide-like sound seemed to come from Inside the Body.

It was the noise of Blood Qi churning and rolling.

Such astonishing Blood Qi made Huang Ruhu's scalp tingle.

"Uncle, be careful!"

After saying that, he also struck out fiercely, his attack like a thunderbolt aimed at the Black-clad Man.

Huang Xinghai gritted his teeth, driving his Blood Qi to make his palm force even more ferocious by three parts.

He couldn't retreat now, nor withdraw his palm—he could only hope to injure the opponent with one strike.

The Black-clad Man didn't back down, his Blood Qi surging as he threw a heavy punch.

Arhat Demon Subduing!

The surging Blood Qi Force, the close-range burst of Flying Swallow Steps, and the fierce power of Arhat Fist combined to make this punch's might.

Like a ten-thousand-pound hammer smashing out!

Boom!

The moment fist met palm.

Huang Xinghai screamed, the bones in his entire arm shattering and splitting in an instant.

At the same time.

Qin Yang clenched his left fist and, like a force breaking through bamboo, slammed it viciously into his head.

Pfft!

Huang Xinghai let out a miserable scream as his entire body flew straight into the main hall.

Bam!

At the same time.

Huang Ruhu also struck a vicious palm blow squarely at the Black-clad Man's heart.

His clothes tore and shattered.

Yet Huang Ruhu felt as if he had hit a tough layer of air shield, causing no damage at all.

"Iron Body Skill?"

"You're Hun Yuan Yi?!"

Huang Ruhu seemed to recognize the Black-clad Man's identity in an instant, exclaiming in shock.

The Black-clad Man narrowed his eyes and unleashed the Arhat Fist, furiously hammering at Huang Ruhu.

With his Ninefold Wave Blood Moving now complete, his Blood Qi Force was far too abundant, and he also had the Divine Ability of Rushing Rivers Return to the Sea, so he had no fear of exhausting his Blood Qi. Every punch carried terrifying, ferocious power!

Huang Ruhu barely held out for a dozen exchanges before the Black-clad Man landed a fist on his Temple.

Boom~

In that instant.

The terrifying, brutal force of the punch erupted.

The brain matter inside Huang Ruhu's skull was instantly crushed and blasted apart by the overwhelming force, oozing out from his seven orifices.

"You..."

Huang Ruhu gazed at the Black-clad Man, his eyes filled with venomous hatred.

The Black-clad Man quickly rummaged through Huang Ruhu's corpse and finally found a martial manual.

Just then, Qin Yang heard some commotion. Without bothering to examine the manual, he leaped up and silently vanished into the night.

Some guards that Qin Yang hadn't dealt with were drawn by the noise and came over with torches.

But when they reached the vicinity of the main hall, they only saw three corpses with horrifying deaths.

One guard even rushed over urgently: "Second Young Master... Second Young Master is dead by the Latrine!"

Yet when he saw the three bodies on the ground, he froze in shock.