"Don't hope to escape. When I knew you were here, you were already dead!"
Under the night sky, a young man weaved through the tall grass like lightning. Blood-soaked corpses lay strewn behind him, the air thick with the pungent smell of blood.
He wore a black cloak and a ghost mask, revealing only a pair of dark pupils that were fixed on the man atop the island.
The man was the leader of the Crimson Hell!
Crimson Hell was one of the most notorious underground forces globally, infamous for its countless wicked deeds.
This nameless island was Crimson Hell's headquarters.
At this moment, the entire island resembled a living hell, shrouded in a deathly silence, with only the youth's voice echoing.
"Crimson Hell has no grievance with the War Dragon Hall, why did you attack us?"
A man in a red cloak stood at the island's summit, exuding a terrifying aura, his face a mixture of shock and fury.
Fury stemmed from the fact that the youth had just killed one hundred and twenty-eight people at Crimson Hell's headquarters.
One man, a hundred dead, not a drop of blood on him!
This rendered his efforts in vain!
Shock came from recognizing the intruder.
The ghost mask.
This was the symbol of the War Dragon Hall's leader!
The War Dragon Hall was an organization founded four years ago, owing allegiance to no nation.
In a mere four years, the War Dragon Hall had transformed from an obscure small force into a colossus that struck fear into global underground powers.
All of this was due to the War Dragon Hall's eradication of eight underground forces in the past four years.
Among them, two forces possessed War God-level powerhouses!
Decades ago, martial arts began to revive globally, flourishing into the present day. The number of martial artists increased, but those who could become War God-level powerhouses were exceedingly rare.
War Gods were beings at the pinnacle of power on this planet!
The War Dragon Hall's astonishing achievements led the world to realize that its leader was a War God-level powerhouse, and furthermore, a prominent figure in that domain, revered as the Ghost-Faced War God.
As the leader of Crimson Hell, the man in the red cloak did not believe himself to be stronger than those two fallen War Gods.
Especially after hearing the youth's words!
"Twenty years ago, Ye Jinmei of the Dragon Country's War Dragon Special Forces was ambushed during childbirth. Her comrades desperately held off the attackers, buying her time to successfully give birth.
After the child was born, she only glanced at him before handing him to a comrade, telling the comrade to flee with the child.
Covered in blood, she then faced the assassins and fought until death!
At that time, her husband, Jiang Zhan, was fighting fiercely on the battlefield, his only goal to end the battle quickly and return to see his wife and newborn child.
As a result, Jiang Zhan returned from battle to find his wife's blood-stained corpse!
The youth continued to advance, speaking slowly, his voice low and hoarse.
With every word he uttered, his killing intent intensified.
"This matter has nothing to do with Crimson Hell. You've got the wrong person!"
The man in the red cloak was shaken to his core but desperately tried to control his inner panic.
"Twenty years ago, Jiang Zhan rushed back to Yanjing from the border. Alone, with a single saber, he annihilated the Zhao family, leaving no one alive. Only you, Zhao Qian, escaped by hiding overseas!
The youth stopped, his killing intent erupting, his gaze towards Zhao Qian like he was looking at a corpse. "Four years ago, I founded the War Dragon Hall and infiltrated the underworld solely to find you!"
"You... who exactly are you?"
The man in the red cloak, hearing this, was completely flustered.
Zhao Qian was his real name, but he hadn't used it in twenty years.
To be precise, he dared not use that name!
The reason he had lived in anonymity for the past two decades was precisely because of the incident the youth mentioned.
That incident had shaken the Dragon Country and even the entire world at the time!
Because the man named Jiang Zhan was once the youngest War God globally!
Later, even after Jiang Zhan's death, Zhao Qian had ten thousand reasons to believe that if his true identity were exposed, someone would find him within twenty-four hours and send him to discuss life with the King of Hell!
"Surname Jiang, nameless!"
Jiang Wuming responded coldly, slowly removing his ghost mask, revealing a resolute face that belied his age, his countenance filled with anger and killing intent. "A warrior defends his home and country, fighting valiantly, yet among those he protects, there are those who turn their blades on his wife and child—the Zhao family deserves to be eradicated!!"
"You... you are Jiang Zhan's son? This... impossible! You are only twenty years old, how can you be a War God-level powerhouse?"
Hearing Jiang Wuming's judgment, Zhao Qian stared at Jiang Wuming's unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar face, as if he had seen a ghost, his words becoming incoherent.
Could it be possible?
*Whoosh!*
A whistling sound responded to Zhao Qian.
Jiang Wuming's killing intent boiling, like a phantom, he instantly appeared before Zhao Qian and unleashed a punch.
In an instant, the true energy within his body surged to his right arm, concentrating in his right fist, emitting terrifying energy fluctuations, infused with intense rage and killing intent, striking Zhao Qian!
Zhao Qian's expression changed. With no time to dodge, he instantly formed his hands into palms and pushed them forward, like a gate, blocking himself.
Palm counters fist.
At this moment, Zhao Qian utilized his combat instincts and life-or-death combat experience to the fullest, engaging with Bagua Palm, a renowned technique in the Dragon Country martial arts world.
*Boom—*
The fist and palm collided. Zhao Qian's palms exploded, and then his chest was struck by Jiang Wuming's iron fist, instantly caving in. He was sent flying backward, blood mixed with organ fragments spewing from his mouth.
"This... this is impossible..."
Zhao Qian fell like a kite with a broken string, his pale face etched with disbelief.
No War Gods under thirty.
This had been a consensus in the global martial arts world.
Back then, Jiang Zhan became a War God at twenty-eight, creating a legend in the global martial arts world!
Now, Zhao Qian, a War God-level powerhouse, was nearly instantly killed by the twenty-year-old Jiang Wuming!
This... completely overturned Zhao Qian's understanding of martial arts!
"Mother, the last remnants of the Zhao family have been dealt with. Rest in peace in the netherworld."
As if responding to Zhao Qian, Jiang Wuming closed his eyes slightly and spoke softly.
*Bang!*
As Jiang Wuming's words fell, Zhao Qian crashed heavily to the ground, his body curled up like a dead dog, convulsing violently, spitting blood continuously, clearly at his last breath.
Jiang Wuming put on the ghost mask again, no longer looking at Zhao Qian, and turned to leave.
"You... you little bastard. Although your martial arts talent is astonishing throughout history, you are Jiang Zhan's son. Once your identity is exposed, you are bound to perish prematurely—you will be buried with the Zhao family like Jiang Zhan, ha ha ha..."
Zhao Qian experienced a brief return of vitality, gazing at Jiang Wuming's departing back. Suddenly, he let out a frenzied, sinister laugh.
Jiang Wuming paused, then turned abruptly, his gaze like a blade sweeping towards Zhao Qian.
Then, before Jiang Wuming could question him, Zhao Qian's smile froze on his face, his head lolled to the side, and he died completely.
Gazing at Zhao Qian's corpse and recalling his last words, Jiang Wuming frowned slightly, remained silent for a few seconds, then turned, his figure flashing, and rapidly moved towards a helicopter waiting by the sea.
Inside the helicopter, a young girl with short hair sat in the co-pilot's seat. She watched Jiang Wuming approach rapidly, her eyes flickering with a burning intensity.
"Hall Master, where are we going now?"
As Jiang Wuming boarded the helicopter, the short-haired girl asked for instructions, her gaze shifting from fiery intensity to respect.
That respect was etched into her very soul!
"Return to headquarters."
Jiang Wuming gave the order, then leaned back against the seat, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but actually recalling Zhao Qian's last words.
An hour later, after the helicopter carrying Jiang Wuming flew out of the area covered by the natural magnetic field near the island, the satellite phone in the helicopter rang.
"Please speak."
The short-haired girl glanced at the satellite phone, saw it was an incoming call from Skyhawk, the head of intelligence for the War Dragon Hall, and answered.
"Little Yao, is the Hall Master there?"
Skyhawk asked, his words filled with respect for the girl.
All of this was because the girl named Dongfang Xiaoyao, though only eighteen years old, possessed terrifying strength, ranking second only to Jiang Wuming in the War Dragon Hall, and was Jiang Wuming's absolute confidante.
"Skyhawk, what is it?"
Jiang Wuming opened his eyes and asked.
"Hall Master, the Zheng family of Guishan in Dragon Country is threatening and forcing Su Shiyun to marry. I received the news and reported it to you immediately, but I couldn't contact you or Little Yao, so I sent Lord Xing Tian with people to head over first..."
On the other end of the phone, Skyhawk's heart was in his throat. He immediately reported, without any hesitation.
This was because he deeply remembered Jiang Wuming's words: War Dragon Hall members were forbidden to set foot in Dragon Country, but there was one exception—if Su Shiyun and her mother were in trouble!
"Xiaoyao, go to Dragon Country!"
Jiang Wuming directly interrupted Skyhawk, terrifying killing intent surging from him instantly.
"Yes, Hall Master!"
Dongfang Xiaoyao acknowledged immediately and accelerated the helicopter to its maximum speed.
Jiang Wuming narrowed his eyes, gazing at the dark sky, his mind completely occupied by the image of a girl.
The girl wore a qipao with a landscape painting and a pair of small black leather shoes, her hair in cute pigtails, with charming dimples, like a little fairy.
He was a sickly child when he was young. After his mother brewed medicine, the girl would watch him and coax him into drinking it, then tell him: "Wuming, don't worry, as long as you keep taking your medicine, your body will become as healthy as mine, and you won't get sick anymore."
Whenever he was bullied by the Su family children, the girl would fiercely roll up her sleeves, clench her little fists, and protect him like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
Whenever the girl received good food from her elders, she would secretly stuff it into his mouth, lying that she had already eaten, then prop her chin on her hand and watch him eat with a giggle.
One day, twelve years ago.
To help his body recover faster, the girl stole precious medicine that Old Master Su had exchanged for a fortune and gave it to him to consume. Old Master Su discovered this, beat her until she lost consciousness.
The girl's name was Su Shiyun, and she was his elder sister.
Not his biological sister.
But closer than his own flesh and blood!
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