C67 (1/2)

In the darkness of the night, there was no trace of light. The endless darkness was like the descent of a Satan.

The wind howled, and the battle continued.

Three of the blades on his body had cut deeply into his flesh, but he did not show any expression of pain. Instead, it was as if he was smiling, but every time he laughed, he would just pull out the spindle, causing him unbearable pain. Looking at Zuo Qiang, he said with some difficulty, ”I can be considered to have died in your hands as well. With your current courage, in the future, you will definitely cause others to tremble in fear.”

He just stared at Zuo Qiang, and in the end, he actually stabbed the blade that Zuo Qiang had stabbed into his chest with all his might.

”Sect Master …”

Many people from the Battle Soul Sect exclaimed in surprise as they all gathered beside Xue Lin's corpse.

Zuo Qiang looked at Xue Lin's falling body and said with a cold voice, ”It's a pity that you can't see the future. Northern Anhui will tremble with his arrival.” However, it was a pity that the formidable young master, Xue Lin, could no longer hear it.

Seeing that Xue Lin had died, the subordinate shouted: ”Kill him! Take revenge for me!” As he spoke, he raised his blade to kill Zuo Qiang, who was frowning on the ground. The members of the War Soul Gang behind him also seemed to have forgotten the terrifying power of Zuo Qiang. They brandished their blades and charged forward.

Zuo Qiang picked up the blade beside him, stood up and started fighting with the Battle Soul gang members.

Instantly, the originally quiet street was filled with the thunderous sound of people fighting and killing each other. The sound of swords clanging against each other resounded in the street, followed by miserable screams. On this deserted street in the center of the city, there was a hand-to-hand fight that was hard to see again.

People were playing in the bustling city, so they didn't know what was happening around them. The city's clamor had already covered up the noise. In this world, there was no one who could stop these desperately bloodthirsty young men from playing their 'favorite' game.

The chaotic battle went on for a long time, and who knew how many people had escaped, but those who hadn't fled from the Battle Soul Sect were either dead or seriously injured. Zuo Qiang had already made up his mind that he would pay the price of blood to tell those blissful and gentle people in Northern Anhui, that his arrival would lead to a bloody baptism in Northern Anhui.

The martial arts world was a bloody place. If you were afraid of bleeding, then you shouldn't walk the martial arts world, and you shouldn't hang around the martial arts world. This was a game that people with anemia couldn't afford to play.

The blood continued to flow, as if it was going to turn the entire area into a red color, and the blood would flow like a river. From this night onwards, Xue Lin and his gang, Battle Soul Gang, were completely eliminated in the Northern Anhui region.

Standing in front of a medium-sized nightclub in the southern part of the city, the lips of a handsome yet evil and mysterious youth slowly curled up.

My nightmares come from you, my butcher knife comes from you, my life changes from you. Tonight, I, who have already recovered, want to use you to swear my rise to the world. Ignorant and fearless people, use your blood to pay tribute to my slaughter knife! Let this chaotic world tremble under the influence of this blood!

At the ”Polaris Nightclub”, people were moving around. The weak pink light from inside shined on the wide dining room. The place was filled with noise. The huge sound box's roar was unbearable to the ears.

Some men and women were wearing fashionable outfits, and were crazily dancing in the hall. The blonde girls frantically wiggled their round buttocks and shook their explosive hair. This was a place that drove young people crazy.

At this moment, the wine hall was filled with people coming to amuse themselves. The nouveau riche, the ordinary office workers, the white-collared employees of the suits and collars, the business owners, and so on. The day's tiring work finally ended, and they all liked to relax their tense nerves.

However, what was astonishing was that in this crowded restaurant, there was no telling which family the child belonged to. To be exact, it was a youth. He was handsome and extraordinary. His nose was straight and straight, with a curved red lip under it. The line was clear, the lips were thin, and the taste would be cool and refreshing, like a cold watermelon. There was a small shallow vortex under his lower lip. He just sat there quietly in a corner, with a faint smile on his face, which was very eye-catching.

”You're here.” After an unknown period of time, an extremely ordinary-looking young man who looked to be slightly older than him walked in front of the youth.

The young man nodded towards the young man who was sitting on the sofa. With an emotionless face, he said coldly: ”He did not disappoint the young lord. It seems like the young lord was not mistaken about him.”