Chapter 146: Slaughter the Gang

“Chief!”

“Brother Chen!”

The Lietian Gang members rushed toward Chen Yun, frantically lifting him up; some checked his wounds, others channeled Water and Wood elemental Qi to heal him.

Chen Yun was not dead yet, but he was close.

His face was deathly pale; six or seven ribs had been shattered where Cang Luo had struck his chest, leaving a palm-sized depression from which blood continuously seeped, darkening a large portion of his blue outer-disciple robe.

Everyone was stunned—Chen Yun, a Sixth Layer Martial General, had been reduced to this by a single palm strike?

What level was the opponent? What strength did he possess?

“Brother Chen...”

“No good—we’re too low in cultivation; we can’t even stop the bleeding...”

“Quick, take him to the Elixir Pavilion for treatment!”

The group was helpless; the only solution they could think of was to rush Chen Yun to the Elixir Pavilion.

But just then, Chen Yun suddenly convulsed violently, his face turning even paler; he struggled to open his mouth as if to speak, yet could not produce a sound, his eyes filled with terror.

“Cold...”

Chen Yun managed to utter a single word.

Then, slowly, the life faded from his eyes, and his body ceased trembling...

“Dead?”

“The Chief is dead?!”

The crowd was stunned again—the Chief, who had entered the duel with full confidence, had just been killed by the opponent!

And killed by a single palm strike!

Among the crowd, Chen Dahu was terrified—he had first been crippled by Cang Luo, and now his elder brother had not returned; he must be dead, killed by Cang Luo.

It was said that several senior brothers of the gang, including Zhang Zhen, had also been killed by Cang Luo.

Now, even Chen Yun, the Chief he had summoned for revenge, had been killed by Cang Luo...

How strong was Cang Luo?

When he had provoked Cang Luo in the mess hall, Cang Luo had been only a Third Layer Warrior.

Now, less than three months later, Cang Luo had broken through to the Martial General realm—and had killed Chen Yun with one palm strike, meaning he possessed at least Seventh or Eighth Layer Martial General strength.

Terrifying.

Cang Luo must die.

Otherwise, next time it will be me.

“Ahh!”

Chen Dahu let out a furious roar, his voice thick with fear and resentment; he glared at Cang Luo and spat: “You’ve killed several of our top generals—our Boss will never let you live!”

Then he turned to the Zhanlang Gang members and roared again: “And you—all of you will pay!”

Chen Dahu finally understood: if he wanted revenge, if he wanted to kill Cang Luo, only their Boss, at the peak of Ninth Layer Martial General, could do it.

Or, a coordinated assault by several Chief-level leaders and elite members—only then could they guarantee Cang Luo’s death.

Otherwise, sending them out one by one, again and again, underestimating him—each time he would turn and kill them!

Just like this time—he had been certain that sending Chen Yun, a Sixth Layer Martial General, would guarantee victory, yet Cang Luo had slain him instantly!

Realizing this, Chen Dahu glared fiercely at Cang Luo, then growled: “Let’s go find the Boss. He will avenge Brother Chen.”

The Lietian Gang members nodded in unison—the Chief had been killed; the Boss would be furious and would surely kill the offender.

He might even slaughter the entire gang.

The Boss had done this before.

When the Lietian Gang was first founded, Boss Ouyang Lie sought to establish his fame and expand the gang—he chose murder, slaughtering entire rival gangs; only after securing his reputation did he begin to moderate, shifting toward absorption instead.

Since then, Lietian Gang members had ruled the Outer Sect without restraint—who dared provoke them?

But now, a Chief had been killed!

Even on the life-or-death arena, no one dared kill a Lietian Gang member!

This was an unforgivable humiliation—they had to reclaim their honor, they had to slaughter the gang!

“Slaughter the gang!”

“Slaughter the gang!”

“Slaughter the gang...”

The Lietian Gang members carried Chen Yun’s corpse as they walked, murmuring low, furious roars like a band of fallen generals, their resentment rising like a storm.

The spectators, witnessing this, drew in sharp breaths—they knew the Lietian Gang and Zhanlang Gang were now locked in a feud to the death.

With the Lietian Gang’s strength, wiping out the Zhanlang Gang would be effortless.

The Zhanlang Gang’s Boss would die a gruesome death.

At this moment, everyone looked at Cang Luo in the center of the arena with deep pity.

To provoke the Lietian Gang, to provoke Ouyang Lie—without connections, without backing—he was as good as dead.

Below the arena, the Zhanlang Gang members who had just rejoiced at Cang Luo’s victory—earning them two thousand lower-grade Qi stones—now trembled with dread and panic.

“They’re going to slaughter the gang?”

“They’re going to kill us... all of us?”

“No, I don’t want to die—I’m quitting the gang right now.”

“I’m quitting too...”

Every Zhanlang Gang member felt threatened; to avoid being dragged down by Cang Luo, they once again demanded to leave, all turning to Zhao Renwu.

Zhao Renwu said nothing, rapidly fanning himself with his steel folding fan, sweat beading on his forehead.

Cang Luo’s strength had surpassed his expectations.

He had considered Cang Luo might defeat Chen Yun—but never imagined he would kill him, let alone with a single, instant strike.

Now, he had killed a Lietian Gang Chief—there was no chance for surrender; Ouyang Lie would erupt in rage upon hearing this.

Slaughter the gang? Ouyang Lie would absolutely do it.

What should he do? Should he quit the Zhanlang Gang?

Start a new gang with them?

Zhao Renwu smiled bitterly—this rabble of cowards, what chance did they have of founding a gang?

Then join the Lietian Gang?

Zhao Renwu dismissed the idea quickly: according to his plan, if he handed over the Zhanlang Barbecue Shop, he would at least become a Deputy Chief in the Lietian Gang.

But now, the plan had gone awry—if he abandoned the Zhanlang Gang, he would be left with nothing: a group of Outer Sect disciples averaging Fifth Layer Warrior cultivation.

Taking them into the Lietian Gang, he’d be lucky to become a minor leader.

Unless he broke through to the Martial General realm himself and became an elite—he’d then be someone of substance.

Zhao Renwu had misjudged—he was now desperately plotting his next move...

On the arena, Cang Luo felt immense pressure—he had planned from the start to kill Chen Yun to establish his dominance and sever ties completely with the Lietian Gang and Ouyang Lie.

He was not afraid of Ouyang Lie or the Lietian Gang; though outnumbered, they could not touch him.

The worst outcome was retreating into the Beast Mountains to cultivate in solitude, returning only after reaching the Martial Master realm to seek revenge.

But the Lietian Gang wanted to slaughter the entire gang!

This was something Cang Luo had not anticipated—he could save himself, but the Zhanlang Gang would be finished.

The threat was still just words; no action had been taken yet. Zhao Renwu and the others, fearing association with him, were already clamoring to quit—within two days, the Zhanlang Gang would dissolve on its own.

He had worked so hard to build this gang, opened the barbecue shop, established his own enterprise, and had future business plans...

Everything had been moving forward—now it was all about to vanish.

Cang Luo’s eyes turned bloodshot with rage; he suddenly turned to the silent Wang Zhishi, bowed, and demanded: “My duel with Chen Yun was fair—life and death were accepted. Yet they now threaten to slaughter the entire gang in revenge!

Brother Zhishi, as an enforcer of the Law Pavilion, won’t you say something? Are you just going to watch them murder disciples of our sect?”

Cang Luo knew he was not yet strong enough to oppose the entire Lietian Gang; his only hope now was to appeal to the Law Pavilion.

Wang Zhishi had been watching coldly, waiting for Fatty from Kaizhuang to settle the bets—he had earned a single upper-grade Qi stone and planned to leave once he received his payout.

He had no desire to get involved in these petty squabbles among Outer Sect disciples.

Slaughter the gang? They were just talking—they hadn’t acted yet.

What are you afraid of? Do you think they’d dare kill people within the sect without cause?

And if you’re afraid, why provoke the Lietian Gang in the first place? And then kill their man in the duel—didn’t that completely enrage Ouyang Lie?

That boy Ouyang Lie has a tiny, petty heart—you kill one of his men, he’ll kill ten of yours!

Wang Zhishi didn’t want to meddle—he feared Ouyang Lie, didn’t want to make an enemy of a future Inner Sect disciple, possibly even a genius.

But faced with Cang Luo’s accusation, he had to speak: “Rest assured—in the sect, anyone who kills without cause will pay with their life; those who provoke trouble will be severely punished!”

Cang Luo froze—rest assured? They’ve openly declared they’ll slaughter the gang, kill people—and you tell me to rest assured?

And “anyone who kills without cause within the sect will pay with their life”...

So you mean, if they kill outside the sect, the Law Pavilion won’t care?

Cang Luo said nothing further—he understood perfectly: the Law Pavilion only intervened in incidents occurring within the sect; outside incidents were ignored unless witnessed firsthand.

Earlier, Chen Dalong, Zhang Youliang, and Wang Lei had been killed by him in the Beast Mountains; though no one saw it, they had trailed him for miles—there must have been traces. A little investigation would have pointed to him.

Chen Dahu could guess Chen Dalong was killed by him—but he couldn’t act, because Chen Dalong was killed outside the sect, with no witnesses—the Law Pavilion wouldn’t intervene.

Unless you were someone important—a genius disciple—or someone applied pressure, then the Law Pavilion might investigate...

Realizing all this, Cang Luo felt utterly powerless.

Lietian Gang would never strike within the sect; anyone from Zhanlang Gang who leaves the sect will be killed!

What do we do? Are we all just going to hide inside the sect and survive by selling barbecue?

Impossible. A barbecue shop can’t possibly support so many people, and after killing Chen Yun, Lietian Gang will surely obstruct the Zhanlang barbecue shop from continuing operations—it won’t survive.

Besides, no one wants to stay cooped up inside the sect forever. How can you cultivate if you’re stuck here? You can’t even complete the monthly sect assignments.

So, to avoid being wiped out by Lietian Gang, does Zhanlang Gang have no choice but to disband?

And must I, alone, retreat into the beast-infested mountains to cultivate in solitude?

Cang Luo was lost in thought; over there, Master Wang had taken two hundred lower-grade Qi Stones from Wang Fuhai and left, and the Lietian Gang members had also carried Chen Yun’s body away.

Finally, the spectators no longer clustered around Arena Three—they all moved on to other arenas to watch the next show.

Around Arena Three, silence fell instantly, leaving only the Zhanlang Gang members behind. Zhao Renwu and the others were still shouting demands to leave the gang, now pressuring Wang Fuhai for severance pay.

Wang Fuhai gripped his money pouch tightly; if Cang Luo weren’t here, they would have seized it by force.

Cang Luo saw it, but had no heart to stop them. They wanted to leave the gang, to save their lives—he couldn’t hold them back.

After all, this whole affair began because of him.

Cang Luo thought for a moment, then spoke slowly: “You’re free to leave the gang, of course. Everyone has contributed to the gang; you’re entitled to severance pay.”

But there’s no need to rush leaving now. Lietian Gang won’t strike immediately, and they dare not act within the sect.”

“How about this: I’ve only just met some of you brothers. Tonight, let’s all drink together—consider it a farewell feast...”

He let out a bitter laugh, then added: “No, don’t call it a farewell feast—just call it the last supper. By the way, are Zang Feng and the others still in the sect?”

Wang Fuhai nodded, lips moving as if to speak, but Cang Luo waved him off and continued: “Try to gather everyone. Tell them what happened today. This mess started because of me—I won’t drag you down.”

“After tonight, Zhanlang Gang will be disbanded.”

With that, Cang Luo leapt off the arena and rode away alone on his war chariot...