In the southern part of the city, by the Yuan River, a massive estate stood row upon row. This estate was even larger than the estates of many nobles and ministers.
This was the estate of Philanthropist Yang of the southern part of the city. The common people of the southern part of the city all knew that Philanthropist Yang was a famous wealthy family in the southern part of the city. He was involved in many businesses: iron mines, slaughterhouses, jewelry, tea leaves … he had accumulated a great deal of wealth, but he was also an extremely benevolent and charitable person. He would often open a porridge stall and give alms to the beggars and poor families of the city.
He would also often generously waive the rent of those tenant farmers who were in dire straits.
Thus, Philanthropist Yang had an extremely high reputation in the southern part of the city.
But at this moment, no one knew that Philanthropist Yang's estate was covered in corpses. Maids, maids, and servants were sprawled all over the place.
And on top of these corpses, a group of black-robed men had gathered.
"Damn it! It's already been a day. Why hasn't Lu Wu returned yet? "
"Could Lu Wu really have been killed? Impossible! Lu Wu is invulnerable and has a formidable regenerative ability. Just who could have killed him? "
"Has there been any news from the people we sent to investigate?"
"No! The Wang Clan's estate is heavily guarded. It's impossible for us to get close. "
… …
A group of black-robed men paced back and forth in the hall, all of them seemingly restless. Lu Wu had 'disappeared'. Not even if they were beaten to death would they dare to believe that such a thing could happen.
"Leader, if the higher-ups find out that we lost Lu Wu, all of us will be killed!"
A short black-robed man, only around one and a half meters tall, fearfully said.
"What are you afraid of? Don't we still not know? "
The black-robed leader wearing the demon mask said impatiently.
"No one could have killed Lu Wu, absolutely no one. Hurry and send someone to take a look. I want to know what happened after we left!"
"If you want to know what happened, I'll tell you!"
The candlelight in the hall flickered. Suddenly, a young and handsome voice came from outside. This voice instantly caused the hall to fall into an uproar.
"Who goes there?!"
With a loud shout, everyone looked towards the door. Several black-robed men didn't even think and immediately flew towards the door. However, before they could fly over, with a crash, the door collapsed, and a black-robed man's corpse was thrown in from the outside like a stone. With a bang, it smashed on the ground in the middle of the hall.
"It's been a long time!"
Outside the door, Wang Chong was wearing a purple cloak. His face was full of smiles as he stepped over the threshold and walked in.
"It's you!"
Seeing Wang Chong, the expressions of all the black-robed men in the hall changed, but as soon as they spoke, they immediately felt that something was wrong. They and Wang Chong should have "never met" before. Wouldn't that be a confession?
But at this time, everything was no longer important. Wang Chong appearing here at this time was absolutely not supposed to happen.
"Hmph, it's been so long. Thanks to you, it's about time we meet again."
Wang Chong sneered.
After being attacked by these black-robed men three times in a row, this was the first time that Wang Chong saw their real bodies.
"Li Siye, do it!"
With Wang Chong's voice, the walls of the entire hall collapsed in an instant. In the billowing dust, countless figures rushed in.
"Not good! Let's go! "
The hall collapsed, and the black-robed leader's expression changed. In the billowing dust, he hurriedly glanced outside and saw that the entire courtyard was densely packed with figures. Wang Chong had brought at least thousands of people, and all of them were top-notch experts.
This was the power of the top aristocratic families. Since Wang Chong knew their lair, of course, he wouldn't fight them alone. Instead, he brought all the experts he could find.
With the current status of the Wang family, thousands of experts would respond to Wang Chong's call, and those that Wang Chong brought were only a small part of them.
Against these black-robed men, Wang Chong was like a lion hunting a rabbit, going all out. Since they dared to attack him, they shouldn't think of leaving alive.
Peng, with a stomp, the black-robed leader knew that something was wrong. Without thinking, he immediately leaped outside, quickly disappearing in the billowing dust.
"Hmph, you think you can run?"
Wang Chong looked in the direction that the black-robed leader had fled, not even giving chase. In order to deal with these black-robed men, he had called over countless experts. If this still allowed him to escape, then it would really be strange.
"Everyone, don't be afraid. Let's work together and get rid of that brat."
"As long as we capture that brat and use him to threaten the others, we can still escape."
"If we kill this Son of Destruction, the higher-ups will definitely reward us."
…
In the hall, a group of black-robed men saw that they were surrounded on all sides, and anger rose in their hearts. With a shout, the black-robed men pounced on Wang Chong like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.
The air trembled, emitting a sound like steel. In the midst of the sound, a strange, pitch-black Halo of Thorns suddenly appeared under the feet of these black-robed men.
The aura of these black-robed men surged, and each of them fiercely attacked Wang Chong.
"You overestimate yourself!"
Wang Chong sneered, and instantly broke through the air. Peng, peng, peng. Each of the black-robed men was struck by a palm strike from Wang Chong. In the next moment, time seemed to stop. The black-robed men seemed to have their acupoints sealed, and they were frozen in various positions, motionless.
Hum!
In the blink of an eye, a mist of blood suddenly surged out from the bodies of these black-robed men, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, majestically pouring into Wang Chong's body.
With a series of thuds, the black-robed men fell to the ground. Their originally large bodies seemed to have shrunk, turning into dried corpses that fell to the ground.
"What kind of evil technique is this?"
"Run!"
…
The black-robed men had originally wanted to rush forward and cooperate with the others to deal with Wang Chong, but when they saw that their companions had been sucked dry by Wang Chong, their faces filled with terror. All their courage and ferocity instantly disappeared, and they turned to flee.
Boom! A cold light flashed in Wang Chong's eyes. The fingers of his right hand spread open and he clawed at the fleeing men. In an instant, a fierce wind blew and a powerful attractive force exploded from Wang Chong's body.
Before they could run more than a few zhang, they were immediately grabbed by Wang Chong and held in place. Under the suction of the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art, the blood energy in their bodies broke out of their bodies, transforming into a mist of blood that madly surged into Wang Chong's body.
This blood mist flowed through Wang Chong's pores and into his body, and was instantly digested and absorbed. After absorbing this blood energy, Wang Chong's aura clearly grew much stronger.
This was the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art. At this level, he no longer needed the Little Yinyang Sword. In a situation where there was a great disparity in strength between him and his opponents, Wang Chong did not even need to physically touch them to use the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art.
Thump! Thump!
There was a series of thuds as the blood energy of the black-robed men was sucked dry, and they dropped to the ground as desiccated corpses.
This was the power of the world's number one evil art!
"What power!"
As Wang Chong looked at the desiccated corpses around him, an abnormally powerful feeling welled up in his heart. Ever since he had used Lu Wu to cultivate the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art, this was the first time Wang Chong had used this supreme art of the evil path in a real battle.
These black-robed men were extremely formidable experts, but they were powerless before the world's number one evil art. Wang Chong had easily sucked away the energy they had accumulated over decades.
This kind of power was obtained too easily, and the process of sucking was accompanied by a strong sense of spiritual pleasure, making people unable to help but sink deep into it, unable to extricate themselves, only wanting to constantly absorb more inner force.
"If one isn't abnormally powerful, it's very easy to sink into it and become a bloodthirsty and murderous individual."
As these thoughts flitted through Wang Chong's mind, a bright light flashed through his eyes. All the surging blood energy and that uncontrollable desire to suck were swiftly suppressed.
The pleasure of killing brought about by the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art was far more powerful than the Little Yinyang Art, and it was also far more difficult to control. But to Wang Chong, no matter how difficult it was to control, it was no more difficult than fighting against fate.
"Ah!"
Screams resounded through the air, and the battle ended much faster than Wang Chong had imagined. Now that they knew that these people were the true assassins of the Wang Clan, all the experts Wang Chong had recruited were enraged and began to attack the black-robed men with all their strength.
Each black-robed man was surrounded by several dozen experts. One could easily imagine their fates.
"Child of Destruction, you won't be happy for long!"
"Master will avenge us!"
… …
Suddenly, the remaining black-robed men roared, their eyes exploding as they bit down on the poison capsules between their teeth. Soon, black blood began to flow from their mouths. Thud thud thud, the black-robed men dropped to the ground, motionless.
"Damn it! So fast! "
Wang Chong grimaced. These people were exactly as Solitary Wolf had said. They had hidden poison capsules between their teeth. But Wang Chong had not expected them to be so decisive. They didn't even try to escape, choosing to commit suicide by biting down on the poison.
But a few moments later, Wang Chong had returned to normal. No matter how cautious these people were, no matter how resolute they were, it was impossible for them not to leave behind any clues!
"Chong-er, I've brought the person to you."
Suddenly, a vigorous voice came out of the churning dust, and the Demonic Emperor Old Man's sleeves flapped in the wind as he flew through the air.
Bang! Before the Evil Emperor could land, he shook his wrist and sent a figure to the ground. It was none other than the leader of the black-robed men who had fled earlier.
The Evil Emperor had personally overseen this operation precisely to prevent anyone from escaping. Even someone as vicious and violent as Lu Wu was as docile as a sheep in front of the Evil Emperor, much less this black-robed leader.
"Young Master, two of the black-robed men have been captured while the rest have been executed. The operation is over."
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