Enraged Slaying of Tiger Qianjin

At the sub-branch entrance.

Lu Shaoyou led a swift horse over and mounted it.

At the entrance, Wei Tuo watched the receding figure, his face a mixture of complexity and shock.

"Hall Master, Young Hero Lu, is he really going to Black Tiger Hall?" a trusted subordinate approached, his voice trembling slightly.

Wei Tuo wiped the cold sweat that had appeared on his forehead at some point. He waved his hand, "Yes, of course he's going. If he doesn't go, are we supposed to wait for others from the Blood Saber Sect to come looking for us?"

The subordinate swallowed. "But Hall Master Xiong Tai died here. The Blood Saber Sect will probably..."

"That's why we need to be fast!" Wei Tuo interrupted him, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible tremor. "Immediately! Dispose of the bodies of Xiong Tai and his men cleanly. Do it discreetly, leave no trace!"

"Yes, yes! Your subordinate understands!" The subordinate agreed repeatedly and hurried off to make arrangements.

Wei Tuo then instructed another person, "Prepare a boat. I need to return to the main branch immediately. This matter must be reported to the Grand Master at once. The heavens of Qingzhou are about to change."

He looked again in the direction Lu Shaoyou had gone and murmured, "Lu Shaoyou, Lu Shaoyou, are you a dragon, or a fiercer tiger?

"Am I inviting a wolf into the house, or am I using a borrowed knife to kill?"

Tiger Roar City was named so because Black Tiger Hall was based there.

Lu Shaoyou led his horse into the city. The atmosphere within was more oppressive than at Dragon Snake Crossing, and the pedestrians wore fearful expressions. He inquired about the location of Black Tiger Hall and headed straight there.

He arrived at a rather wide street.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted, mixed with a woman's screams and children's cries.

"Slap!" A crisp whip crack.

"You bitch! You have no shame! I fancied this broken hairpin, and you think you're doing me a favor! You still want money?" a sharp, shrill female voice rang out, filled with arrogance.

Lu Shaoyou looked up and saw a group of thugs, dressed as household servants, surrounding a jewelry stall.

A young woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in fine silk, with a passable appearance but a face full of meanness, was brandishing a whip at a middle-aged woman kneeling and begging for mercy.

The woman cried, "Miss, spare me! This hairpin is my family heirloom, it truly cannot..."

"Slap!" Another whip struck the woman's face, tearing the skin, and blood flowed.

"When has what this young lady wants ever been something you can refuse?" the girl's delicate eyebrows shot up.

Beside her, a little girl of seven or eight, crying, rushed forward and hugged the woman's leg. "Mom! Mom! Don't hit my mom!"

"Get lost! You little bastard!" The girl kicked the little girl in the chest with disgust. The little girl grunted and rolled far away, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Waa—" the little girl cried loudly.

"So noisy!" A cruel look flashed across the girl's face. She actually took a small, exquisite white jade bottle from her sleeve and said with a sinister grin, "Cry again? If you cry again, this young lady will make sure you can never cry again!"

As she spoke, she uncorked the bottle and made as if to pour it into the little girl's mouth.

The surrounding commoners all dodged, their faces showing distress, but none dared to step forward.

The commoners gathered at a distance, their faces filled with anger and pity, but not one dared to step forward and stop it.

"Miss Xiong, please, it's just a child..." an elderly, kind-hearted man finally couldn't bear it, speaking tremblingly.

"Old man, are you tired of living?" Xiong Jiaojiao's delicate eyebrows shot up, and with a flick of her whip, she was about to strike the old man.

"Stop." A calm voice sounded.

The girl's movement paused. She followed the sound with her eyes and saw a young man in green, leading a horse, who had appeared nearby at some point.

Lu Shaoyou's gaze was icy. He had seen clearly just now that the moment the porcelain bottle was opened, a faint, sweet, and pungent smell wafted out; it was clearly a potent poison.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you meddle in this young lady's affairs?" Xiong Jiaojiao sized up Lu Shaoyou, and seeing his ordinary attire, she couldn't help but curl her lips.

Lu Shaoyou ignored her. He took a few steps forward, helped up the little girl who was trembling in fear, and used a wisp of Inner Force to soothe the internal injuries within her.

"Are you deaf?!" Xiong Jiaojiao was enraged when Lu Shaoyou ignored her. She shrieked, "Guards! Break his legs! Cut out his tongue and feed it to the dogs!"

"Yes! Miss!"

Seven or eight vicious servants grinned, drawing short clubs and sabers from their waists, and were about to surround him.

"Seeking death," Lu Shaoyou shook his head and gently pushed the little girl back into her mother's arms.

The first thug who rushed forward swung his saber towards Lu Shaoyou's head.

Without looking back, Lu Shaoyou drew back his hand and slapped.

"Slap!" A clear palm print appeared on the thug's face. Teeth mixed with blood flew out, and the entire person was sent flying sideways, hitting the wall, sliding to the ground, and becoming still.

[Slaughter Value +10 points.]

The other thugs paused.

Lu Shaoyou slowly turned around and looked at the woman.

"You... what do you want to do?" Xiong Jiaojiao felt a chill from his gaze, but she immediately puffed out her chest. "I'm telling you, my father is the Hall Master of Black Tiger Hall. If you dare to touch a single hair on my head today, he will tear you to shreds!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Shaoyou's expression flickered slightly.

"Hall Master of Black Tiger Hall?"

The next moment, a subtle curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. "He'll be able to see you soon."

"What do you mean?" Xiong Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat.

Lu Shaoyou didn't answer, walking towards her step by step.

"Stop him! All of you, attack!" Xiong Jiaojiao retreated in panic, shouting at the remaining thugs.

The thugs looked at each other. The scene of their companion being slapped to death moments ago was still vivid in their minds. None of them dared to step forward.

"A bunch of useless trash!" Xiong Jiaojiao was furious. She drew a jeweled dagger from her waist and shouted with a false show of bravery, "Don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I… I won't be polite!"

Lu Shaoyou walked up to her and stopped.

"Your father, Xiong Tai, I've already sent him on his way for you."

Xiong Jiaojiao's pupils contracted sharply. "What… what did you say? Impossible! My father is a Super First-rate Master! You're lying!"

"You'll know soon enough if I'm lying." Lu Shaoyou reached out.

"Ah! I'll fight you to the death!" Xiong Jiaojiao screamed and wildly stabbed at Lu Shaoyou with the dagger.

Lu Shaoyou easily dodged, flicked his fingers, and struck Xiong Jiaojiao's wrist that was holding the dagger.

"Ah!" Xiong Jiaojiao cried out in pain, and the dagger flew from her hand and fell to the ground.

The next moment, Lu Shaoyou's hand gripped her neck.

"Ugh… let… let go of me…" Xiong Jiaojiao's feet left the ground as she struggled desperately, her face turning red.

The surrounding citizens watched with fear in their hearts, yet also a sliver of satisfaction.

"People like you are a waste of food just by living." Lu Shaoyou tightened his five fingers.

With a soft snap.

Xiong Jiaojiao's struggles stopped, and her head slumped powerlessly.

[Slaughter Value +200 points.]

Lu Shaoyou casually threw her corpse to the ground, then picked up the dagger. Without hesitation, he raised the blade and brought it down.

A head, still bearing an expression of terror and unwillingness, rolled onto the ground.

He picked up the head, blood dripping down the strands of hair.

He mounted his horse, holding the head in one hand and the reins in the other, and galloped towards Black Tiger Hall.

On the street, there was deathly silence.

Only the clatter of hooves remained.