Chapter 2: Revenge

Xia Daoming rushed out of the broken house like a python emerging from its cave, and while in mid-air, his hands and feet had already unleashed killing moves in succession.

His hand formed a Snake-Shape Blade, palm down, back of the hand up, palm edge forward, swinging like a blade, cutting horizontally across the throat of a Blood Wolf Guard.

That Blood Wolf Guard immediately clutched his throat and fell backward, as if his throat had been cut by a blade.

Almost simultaneously, Xia Daoming's leg swept horizontally in the air like a python's tail, and two Blood Wolf Guards were swept away in succession, crashing fiercely into a wall behind them.

"Woof woof!" The Blood Wolf-Mastiff roared and pounced.

"Courting death!" Xia Daoming performed a side kick, and the Blood Wolf-Mastiff, which was the size of a calf, was immediately kicked away, landing heavily on the ground like a large sandbag. Its four legs twitched violently a few times, and it stopped moving altogether.

"Ah!" A Blood Wolf Guard was so frightened by Xia Daoming's fierce fighting style that he turned to flee, but stepped on the caltrops Xia Daoming had set up around the house.

Next, he felt a chill pierce through his body from behind.

"Ah!" This Blood Wolf Guard let out another miserable scream, looking down at the bloody dagger tip that had pierced through his chest.

The remaining two Blood Wolf Guards had already turned and fled in different directions.

One was the pockmarked one-eyed Blood Wolf Guard.

Speaking of which, he was the leader of the six great Blood Wolf Guards and the strongest, but at this moment, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were shattered, and he was just fleeing for his life.

But the one-eyed Blood Wolf Guard had not run more than a few steps when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, followed by his head tilting, and his whole body fell to the ground sideways, his one eye staring dead at the back that had swept past him.

With a fourth-rank Wu Shi realm and force far exceeding that of a fourth-rank Wu Shi, every time Xia Daoming landed, he would soar into the sky like a cannonball.

Sand and soil splashed everywhere on the ground.

That last Blood Wolf Guard had not yet escaped to the village entrance when he was caught alive by Xia Daoming.

After some interrogation, Xia Daoming killed him very decisively.

One hour later.

In the dark night, a bonfire lit up in the small courtyard.

Pieces of Blood Wolf-Mastiff meat were set on the bonfire.

The grease made a sizzling sound, dripping onto the bonfire, and the flames occasionally leaped high, the rich aroma of roasted meat drifting through the desolate village with the wind.

This desolate village, which had stood alone in the desert for who knows how many years, finally had a trace of human warmth.

Xia Daoming had not tasted meat for more than ten days.

The Blood Wolf-Mastiff's body was full of surging blood and Qi, and its flesh and blood were absolutely nourishing items for strengthening the blood and force of a martial artist.

Xia Daoming naturally did not want to waste it.

Three days later.

In the desolate village, the morning sun was slowly rising from the horizon like a fire disk.

Inside the house, Xia Daoming looked at the empty wooden box, licked the sap stained on his fingers, his eyes full of lingering desire.

In three days, he finally finished eating the last section of the Dragon-Pattern Purple Blood Ginseng, as well as the remaining small half of the smoked Blood Wolf-Mastiff meat.

"It's a pity, the Dragon-Pattern Purple Blood Ginseng is finished, and I can only eat Blood Wolf-Mastiff meat for nourishment from now on. Cough cough, Xia Daoming, you've gotten carried away! Blood Wolf-Mastiff meat was something you wouldn't have dared to dream of eating before!"

Xia Daoming shook his head, and the interface in his mind appeared before his eyes.

Xia Daoming—

Cultivation: Fourth-rank Wu Shi

Ninth-level meridian strengthening progress: Twenty percent.

"Now that the meridians have been strengthened to the ninth level, even fighting a fifth-rank Great Wu Shi shouldn't be a problem. It seems it's time to leave here and go to Black Shicheng to settle the final account with the Blood Wolf Hall!"

Xia Daoming thought to himself, stood up, picked up his bundle, and walked out of the house.

Mangzhou, the largest state in the Great Ming Kingdom, was also a place of exile with harsh environments, barren resources, rampant bandits, rampant gangs, and human lives as cheap as grass.

The towering, undulating Mang Mountains, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, divided Mangzhou into northern and southern regions.

The Mang Mountains blocked the moist air coming from the vast ocean in the south, making rainfall scarce in the north of Mangzhou, with extremely hot summers and extremely cold winters, and most of the area was desert and Gobi.

In the northern region of Mangzhou, there were people only where there was water.

All cities, fortresses, market towns, and villages were built near water sources.

Black Shicheng was built near the Black Dragon Mountain.

The mountain snow melted, rushing out a lake at the foot of the mountain, creating an oasis, and Black Shicheng was built because of this.

Outside Black Shicheng, the gravel was all black.

The city walls were also built with black rocks, hence the name Black Shicheng.

Black Shicheng could only be considered a small city in the north.

It was not the imperial court that maintained order in the city, but clans and some gangs and martial hall forces.

The Blood Wolf Hall was one of the many gang forces in Black Shicheng, occupying three neighborhoods in the south of the city.

The Dragon Snake Qianjiao Wu Guan was also located in the south of the city. The master, Qiu Zhiheng, was old and only accepted disciples to teach martial arts, living the life of a wealthy man without worries about food and clothing, and did not compete for territory, so there was no conflict of interest with the Blood Wolf Hall in the south of the city, and they got along relatively well.

Qiu Zhiheng and Wei Mao also had many dealings, and usually called each other brothers.

It was precisely because of this that the changes in Qiu Zhiheng after consuming the Dragon-Pattern Purple Blood Ginseng attracted Wei Mao's attention, thereby leaking the secret and bringing about the disaster of extermination to the martial hall.

In the backyard of the Blood Wolf Hall, in a spacious room.

A man was pressing on a woman, performing vigorous exercise.

Heavy panting and seductive moans echoed in the room.

"Creak!"

The door was pushed open.

"Get out!"

Wei Mo was at a critical moment when he suddenly heard someone push the door open. While continuing to bury his head in his work, he let out a beast-like roar from his throat.

"Clap! Clap!"

Answering Wei Mo was loud applause.

Wei Mo realized something was wrong and turned his head abruptly.

"It's you!" Wei Mo saw the face of the person who came, and while his expression changed slightly, he hurriedly pulled himself out.

"Young Hall Master, please continue. It doesn't matter, I'm not in that much of a hurry." Xia Daoming leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, smiling.

Seeing that Xia Daoming did not intend to make a move immediately, Wei Mo completely relaxed.

After all, he was a fourth-rank Wu Shi, and Xia Daoming was previously only a second-rank Wu Shi. Even if he had snatched the Dragon-Pattern Purple Blood Ginseng by taking advantage of the situation, he would have to consume it slowly. Breaking through to a third-rank Wu Shi in just over ten days would be the limit.

Moreover, this was the headquarters of the Blood Wolf Hall, and there were many people arranged outside.

"I'm very curious, how did you escape my father and the others' pursuit and run here?" Wei Mo said while slowly putting on his clothes.

"I'm also very curious, your father's body is not yet cold, how do you have the heart to seek pleasure here?" Xia Daoming said.

Wei Mo's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, but then he burst into loud laughter as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world: "Haha, don't tell me that just by relying on you, you could kill my father!"

"Is this very funny? Since I could kill your uncle, why couldn't I kill your father?" Xia Daoming said.

"If it weren't for my uncle being severely injured and his mind being entirely on the Dragon-Pattern Purple Blood Ginseng, would you have had the opportunity to kill him? But speaking of the Dragon-Pattern Purple Blood Ginseng, kid, since you're here, obediently hand it over with both hands, and I might consider sparing your life." Wei Mo looked at Xia Daoming with greed in his eyes.

"Tsk tsk, it's said that the Young Hall Master is a cruel and heartless person, and it seems it's true. For a Dragon-Pattern Purple Blood Ginseng, you can even put aside the great enmity of your father and uncle." Xia Daoming sneered.

"Kid, you're courting death!" Wei Mo finally couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with Xia Daoming anymore. With a cold shout, he leaped forward and swung his fist fiercely at him.

Seeing this, Xia Daoming did not dodge. His blood and force surged, his five fingers spread wide, and he reached forward.

"You're actually a fourth-rank Wu Shi!" Wei Mo's expression changed drastically, and a trace of unease surged in his heart.

But he did not retract his fist or change his move.

His punch was unleashed with accumulated momentum, and the momentum was like a rainbow, while Xia Daoming was just fighting casually. Even if Xia Daoming had broken through to become a fourth-rank Wu Shi, so what?

"Bang!"

Xia Daoming's palm gripped Wei Mo's fist tightly like an eagle's claw.

Wei Mo was shocked and subconsciously wanted to retract his fist, but Xia Daoming's hand was like an iron clamp, cold, hard, and powerful, and his fist couldn't move at all.

"How is this possible!"

Cold sweat the size of beans immediately broke out on Wei Mo's forehead. He gritted his teeth and used his left hand to form a palm blade, stabbing straight at Xia Daoming's neck.

"Hmph!" Cold light flashed in Xia Daoming's eyes, and his other hand formed a snake-head fist, swinging out as fast as lightning.

The snake-head fist struck the palm blade fiercely.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

The sound of finger bones breaking and Wei Mo's miserable scream sounded one after another.

Wei Mo's left hand shrank back like lightning, his four fingers bent and shaking uncontrollably.

Both were fourth-rank Martial Masters, but the difference in force between the two sides was too great.

"Someone, someone!" After the scream, Wei Mo quickly roared in horror.

But his voice echoed in the room, while outside it was quiet, and no one came in.

"Stop shouting, no one will come even if you shout until your throat breaks." Xia Daoming smiled.

His right hand exerted force abruptly.

Wei Mo's fist faintly emitted the sound of bones being squeezed and broken under his palm, and it actually became somewhat deformed.

"Pain, my hand is going to break, let go! Hero, let go!" Wei Mo screamed and begged repeatedly.

"Let go? Then why didn't you let Master Qiu and the people of the Dragon Snake Qianjiao Wu Guan go?" Xia Daoming's face was as cold as ice.

"I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again next time, please, spare my life!" Wei Mo continued to beg.

"You don't need to dream. If you honestly tell me where the wealth you've scraped together over the years is hidden, I can give you a quick death." Xia Daoming said.

"Go to hell!" Wei Mo suddenly kicked at Xia Daoming's crotch upon hearing this.

But Xia Daoming kicked faster, kicking Wei Mo's leg back, and then kicked and stomped fiercely on his knee without any politeness.

"Crack!"

Wei Mo's right leg broke immediately.

"Ah!" Wei Mo screamed again, almost fainting from the pain.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'd really like to see how hard the Young Hall Master's bones really are!" Xia Daoming said coldly.

"I'll say, I'll say!" Wei Mo quickly gave in and honestly told the place where the treasure was hidden.

"You can go now!" After listening, Xia Daoming said lightly, his hands forming snake-head fists, striking fiercely at Wei Mo's temples on both sides.

Wei Mo rolled his eyes, fell backward, and died.

"Master Qiu, Daoming has already avenged you, you can rest in peace!" Xia Daoming said silently in his heart, looking around.

A woman was clutching a piece of clothing, curled up in the corner of the wall, shivering.

Seeing Xia Daoming looking at her, the woman was so frightened that she no longer cared about grabbing the clothes to cover her body, but knelt and kowtowed to Xia Daoming repeatedly, begging for mercy: "Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life! I will do whatever you want me to do."

Looking at the white flesh like jade trembling in front of him, Xia Daoming hurriedly averted his gaze, threw a piece of clothing over, and said: "You go, I won't kill you."

"Thank you, hero." The woman took the clothes and hurriedly fled the room.

Xia Daoming first went to the place where Wei Mo said the treasure was hidden, took the savings scraped together by the Wei family for many years, and then ransacked the Blood Wolf Hall.

The system can continuously strengthen the meridians, but it needs to provide a large amount of nourishing items, and all this means that Xia Daoming needs to use a large amount of funds to purchase them.

This time, since he had destroyed the Blood Wolf Hall, Xia Daoming naturally wanted to take the opportunity to loot everything. ===== CHAPTER 3 =====