Chapter 794: Bloodbath!

Countless people stood shoulder to shoulder, back to back, pressing tightly together, wielding knives and clubs as weapons, their aura fierce and icy.

A sea of people completely blocked off the entire entrance area, firmly protecting Du Jie at the very center of the human wall, cutting off all of Lin Yuan's attack routes.

Under the cover of this human flesh barrier, Du Jie hastily retreated.

He fled the suite door in utter disarray, completely withdrawing to the empty stretch of the hallway, putting distance between himself and Lin Yuan's killing range.

The moment he steadied his stance, Du Jie's fear deep within was once again replaced by a sinister, vicious aura.

Du Jie looked down from above at the two inside the suite, his face twisted ferally as he let out a mad howl:

"Kill! Kill them all for me!!"

The earth-shaking killing roar instantly echoed through the entire hallway; the thugs gathered at the entrance stirred, ready at any moment to charge again and encircle.

Du Jie stared fixedly at Qin Bore's upright figure inside the suite, a lingering obsessive madness of possession flickering in his eyes.

Taking advantage of the gap in the crowd's suppression,

Du Jie, throwing out his last shred of threat and lure, his voice hoarse and violent, each word laced with coercion:

"Qin Bore! I'm giving you one last chance! Obey me, become my woman, and I'll withdraw my forces immediately, letting you walk out of here unharmed!"

Du Jie raised his hand… pointing at Lin Yuan, drenched in blood and on the verge of collapse.

Du Jie's tone was sinister and ruthless, full of naked threats:

"If not, today I will bury you together with this worthless man here! I want you to die without a burial place, leaving no remains!"

Faced with Du Jie's despicable and obsessive threats, Qin Bore felt no fear at all, only a bone‑deep chill and raging fury.

Her fingertips gripping the Triangular Military Spike suddenly tightened, her icy, exquisite face covered in frost.

Qin Bore's red lips parted slightly, each word ringing clear as she shouted furiously: "Get lost!"

A single word, decisive and fierce, tore apart all false threats.

Before her voice even faded, Qin Bore's figure exploded forward.

She hesitated not at all.

All her remaining battle power burst forth; her wrist snapped with force, the Triangular Military Spike in her hand glowing with a chilling azure light, tearing through the air with a tremendous roar, carrying an unstoppable ferocity as she slammed it straight toward Du Jie outside the door!

The blade's wind exploded violently, ripping through the stagnant air.

She moved so fast only a cold afterimage remained, her killing intent surging like a flood!

Du Jie's pupils contracted sharply as he beheld the deadly blade light coming straight at him; his heart instantly filled with extreme terror, and his hairs stood on end.

He never imagined that the seemingly frail Qin Bore would dare to strike first, her technique more merciless than extreme.

In that life‑or‑death instant, Du Jie completely lost his composure, disregarding any semblance of decorum; he lunged sideways, grabbed a nearby bodyguard who had no time to react, and shoved him hard in front of himself, forcibly using him as a human shield against the blade!

That bodyguard, caught off guard, was forced to block Du Jie's front.

The bodyguard's face filled with shock; before he could make any move, the fiercely descending Triangular Military Spike came crashing down!

Pfft!!

A piercing, ear‑splitting sound of flesh tearing…… suddenly exploded, echoing through the entire hallway.

This strike, imbued with Qin Bore's full strength, possessed a ferocity beyond compare, encountering no hindrance.

The sharp Triangular Military Spike, carrying violent force, brutally cleaved from the bodyguard's shoulder down.

The bodyguard's body…… crashed to the ground with a boom, a pool of blood instantly spreading, a horrifying sight.

The blood sprayed out…… completely splattering across Du Jie's face and body.

It smeared over Du Jie's entire face, streaming down his brows, eyes, nose tip, and jaw.

Du Jie's vision…… was completely blurred.

Witnessing this scene up close, he felt the blood on his face.

Du Jie's whole body shuddered violently; the arrogance and madness in his eyes were utterly crushed by extreme fear.

Du Jie's body went rigid, his limbs ice‑cold, as he stared at the shattered corpse on the ground.

Du Jie…… could no longer maintain even a shred of composure, he staggered backward repeatedly.

Du Jie's back…… pressed hard against the human wall behind him, his whole being utterly engulfed by boundless dread.

The remaining thugs who had previously besieged the suite still tried to step forward to block her, but Qin Bore's steps did not cease.

As her short blade flashed and flew…… each move was vicious; wherever the blade light landed, blood burst forth.

Her footwork was agile and tricky, avoiding all brute force collisions, she specifically targeted the throat, chest, and joint vital points.

Every chop, stab, and slash she made was precise and deadly.

In just a few breaths, the several thugs blocking the entrance all collapsed in wails, flung sideways.

Lin Yuan, engaged in a blood‑soaked battle, heard the sound, turned his head, and caught a glimpse of Qin Bore breaking out of the encirclement.

Lin Yuan's tightly coiled killing intent…… eased slightly, then immediately condensed again into an icy gleam.

The two needed no words; a single glance conveyed their mutual understanding.

The two, side by side…… surged toward the hallway exit, officially launching the pursuit.

The entire hotel hallway and stairwell…… had long been sealed off layer by layer by the masses of thugs Du Jie had summoned.

Endless shadows in black clothing…… surged forward like waves, layer upon layer.

Blades and clubs stood thick as trees, the killing cries shook the heavens.

They, attempting to use a sea‑of‑people tactic to literally drag the two's steps to a halt.

Countless weapons…… came crashing down madly from all directions.

Strong winds howled, killing intent enveloping the entire space.

Lin Yuan discarded his broken blade in hand, meeting the oncoming burly man bare‑fisted.

His fists, elbows, knees, and hips…… all turned into killing tools; each impact carried an overbearing force that could shatter tendons and break bones.

Lin Yuan's body was drenched in flying blood and gore; old wounds kept rupturing, fresh blood streamed down his limbs and dripped, yet his movements suffered no hindrance.

He raised a hand to lock the throat, bent forward to sweep the leg, pressed shoulder and thrust elbow.

Lin Yuan's close-quarters killing technique flowed like clouds and water, every punch landing on flesh, with relentless sounds of breaking bones and exploding flesh.

Anyone whom Lin Yuan got close to could neither stand nor survive.

Either Lin Yuan's punch shattered the facial bones, or his elbow strike broke the chest cavity, or his knee thrust crushed the viscera.

Corpse after corpse crashed heavily into the blood pool, piling up layer by layer, completely blocking the reinforcements surging from behind.

Qin Bore at his side was equally fierce in slaughter, her posture light yet every move deadly. The cold light of her short blade flashed; her advances, retreats, and turns were swift and clean, avoiding brute-force attacks while her blade precisely sliced, pierced, and hacked, each strike accurately ripping open the enemy's skin, flesh, and meridians without wasting an ounce of strength.

When thugs banded together to surround and rush her, she turned sideways and spun, her blade sweeping out; a narrow line of blood exploded in midair, three thugs simultaneously had their chests and abdomens slit, hot entrails mixed with blood spurting out, they crashed to the ground struggling and twitching, the scene bloody and glaring.

The two—one hard, one sharp, one close, one fast—cooperated perfectly, their intersecting killing momentum completely crushing the field. The originally impenetrable sea of people defense, under their joint violent assault, collapsed like paper mache layer by layer. The endless stream of Du family thugs charging forward, one after another rushed up, only to fall one after another,

Piled up across the ground,

Du Jie, who had witnessed this horror firsthand from behind, was already scared witless, all color drained from his face, pallid as paper; all his previous arrogance, brutality, and madness were utterly crushed by extreme fear.

His steps staggered, uncontrollably retreating again and again, his back pressed hard against the crowd behind him, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, only deep bone‑chilling terror and despair left in his eyes.

He never imagined that the hundreds of elite troops he had mustered with all his connections and wealth, the layered deadly defense line he had set up, could not withstand the heavily wounded, overexerted Lin Yuan, nor could it withstand the sudden outbreak of Qin Bore; their combined killing power had already surpassed all his comprehension.

"Stop them! Hold them back with all your might! Don't let them come near!"

Du Jie hoarsely screamed madly, his voice shaking uncontrollably, frantically commanding the remaining thugs to fight to the death to block them. Countless black‑clad thugs fearlessly closed ranks again, a dense mass of figures surging forward in layers, attempting to pile flesh into a barrier to block the two's pursuit.

No matter how tumultuous the crowd or how frenzied the assault, they could never halt the two's advance. Corpses littered the ground as a path, blood soaked their bodies, Lin Yuan and Qin Bore walked side by side, each step a killing blow, with every step forward a swath of foes collapsing dead, blood spreading continuously without cease.

Seeing Du Jie about to use the crowd as cover to flee via the stairwell,

Qin Bore, who had been silent in combat, suddenly shouted coldly, her voice icy and piercing, bearing an unshakable resolve.

"Don't retreat yet; wait until I kill him before we leave."

She slightly lifted her gaze, her icy stare piercing through the crowds, locking firmly on the distant Du Jie, who was retreating in panic and fleeing in disarray.

In Qin Bore's eyes, which were usually gentle and exquisitely beautiful, there was now no extra emotion, no pity, no hesitation—only pure, icy killing intent, almost obsessive.

Killing aura wrapped around Qin Bore, her posture upright and coldly beautiful.

At this moment she was swift and fierce, cold as a peerless blade unsullied by dust, forged solely to take lives.

Lin Yuan at her side… turned his head to look at her, gazing at the towering chill and resolve in her eyes, watching her blood‑stained combat, swift and arrogant bearing.

A flicker of emotion crossed Lin Yuan's eyes; he then nodded heavily, his tone steady and firm, his killing intent icy:

"Exactly what I intended."

As the words fell, their attacks surged again, holding back no reserve.

Lin Yuan suddenly sped up, his body exploding forward, his fists pounding in succession, brutally smashing through the layered human walls before him, forging a bloody passage;

Qin Bore followed closely, her short blade flashing, harvesting every dare‑to‑block thug, her blade never missing, each strike lethal.

The two crushed and pursued all the way, relentlessly gripping the fleeing Du Jie and never letting go.

Du Jie retreated in panic all the way, sprinting desperately, while his loyal aides gave their lives to block the rear, using their bodies to impede, yet they could still not stop the two's step‑by‑step deadly advance; he could only watch helplessly as the shadow of death drew ever closer.

Du Jie exerted all his strength to sprint and flee, his sole aim to escape this purgatory through the underground exit.

But when he stumbled to the stairwell entrance and lifted his gaze, he plunged utterly into despair.

The originally unobstructed underground exit had already been sealed off in advance by Lin Yuan and Qin Bore, who had crushed and pursued their way there.

Corpses littered the ground, blocking every downward path.

Lin Yuan and Qin Bore stood at the passageway entrance, bodies drenched in blood, aura icy, completely cutting off his sole escape route.

No way down, pursuers behind, the crowd annihilated, all retreat cut off.

Du Jie's pupils contracted sharply, his heart plunged into an ice cellar, his whole body turned freezing cold to the bone, utterly trapped in a hopeless situation.

In an instant, extreme fear overwhelmed Du Jie's every faculty.

Du Jie could no longer maintain even a shred of composure; he turned and staggered in a frantic run, his only remaining escape route being the hotel's rooftop.

Du Jie scrambled and crawled toward the rooftop passage, disheveled, his hair in disarray.

His face was smeared with blood, his eyes holding only utter panic and mad desperation to survive.

Du Jie exerted his last strength to charge onto the hotel's rooftop.

The moment he pushed open the rooftop iron door, a biting night wind rushed in, howling.

Du Jie lifted his gaze, and instantly a glimmer of hope for survival sparked in his eyes.

In the empty expanse of the rooftop, a wholly black private helicopter sat motionless in the center, its rotor turning slowly, ready to take off and flee at any moment.

That was Du Jie's private aircraft.

"Get on board! Start it up! Take off immediately!"

Du Jie, mad as a madman, sprinted forward, using hands and feet to clamber into the helicopter cabin; the instant he slumped into the seat, he hysterically screamed at the pilot, his voice distorted and trembling, full of post‑ordeal panic and urgency.

At the same time, countless surviving black‑clad thugs gathered from beneath the rooftop, along both sides of the passage, and the rooftop's edge.

They packed the entire rooftop densely, layered and ready, forming the final human wall, desperately shielding Du Jie beside the helicopter.

They intended to sacrifice all their lives to buy Du Jie time to escape.

A black‑packed sea of people surrounded on all sides, blade glints reflecting the rooftop night wind, killing intent icy and pervasive.

Yet such a mighty defense could not in the slightest stop the two blood‑stepping figures advancing step by step.

Heavy footsteps echoed up the stairwell, approaching slowly, carrying the oppressive feel of blood‑soaked combat; each step landing felt like treading on everyone's heart.

The next second, two figures drenched in scarlet, treading a path of blood and carrying a sky‑filling killing force, smashed through all obstacles and slowly ascended to the hotel's rooftop.

The high‑altitude airflow was biting, the gale whipping up a thick stench of blood that swept across the entire rooftop.

The helicopter's rotor spun at high speed, kicking up violent wind pressure that blew fine blood mist and shattered blade fragments into the air, the howling gusts muddying the view.

Yet Lin Yuan and Qin Bore, having endured layer upon layer of bloodshed, had honed their killing intent to the utmost, their bodies exuding icy lethal aura, utterly unafraid of this final barrier.

The last squad of death‑sentenced thugs guarding the rooftop, seeing this, all roared and charged forward, resolved to die to stop the two.

These were Du Jie's final elite retainers beside him, each fearless of death, wielding heavy weapons in encirclement, hoping to use their bodies to delay the two's advance.