Chapter 300: Total Annihilation!

At the same time, in Sanlin Prefecture, Jiumu County.

The night was deep, the moonlight obscured by thin clouds, making the alleyways even darker.

Wu Liuzhi, his belt still fastened, stepped out of a modest residence with a look of satiation, humming a tuneless little melody.

From within the humble house behind him, muffled sobs of a woman and the stifled, humiliated weeping of a man could barely be heard.

The five burly men following Wu Liuzhi heard the cries but felt no sympathy; instead, they cursed loudly.

"What's there to cry about? Bad luck! Our boss taking your wife is a blessing from your ancestors' graves smoking with fortune!"

"Exactly! Look at your own sorry state—being chosen by our boss is her fortune!"

"Hahaha, that's right!"

…

Wu Liuzhi, listening to his men's flattery, lazily waved his hand.

"Keep it low-key. Keep it low-key."

He strolled down the narrow alley as if he had just finished some trivial matter, casually instructing,

"Tomorrow, find me a new one—fuller, this one's too skinny, it's uncomfortable."

"Got it! Boss, leave it to us!" One of the big men promptly patted his chest in assurance.

Yet, the moment he finished speaking—

"Shiiii! Shiiii! Shiiii!"

Sharp whistling sounds suddenly pierced the night.

Several short crossbow bolts, glowing with eerie light, shot forth like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, striking the five big men with pinpoint accuracy!

"Puch! Puch! Puch!"

…

The muffled thuds of blades piercing flesh followed in rapid succession.

The five big men didn't even manage a scream—they were struck directly in vital points of the head and died instantly, their faces still frozen in sycophantic grins.

Wu Liuzhi, at Post-Heaven Eighth Layer, reacted swiftly; the moment the bolts came, he sensed danger and rolled violently to the side, barely avoiding the arrows aimed at him.

But before he could even steady himself, a chilling gust of wind struck from behind!

"Die!"

Wu Liuzhi, shocked and furious, let out a low roar; his waist-belt-like soft sword instantly snapped free, like a venomous snake's tongue, transforming into a flurry of cold stars aimed straight at his attacker.

"Ding ding dang!"

In the darkness, sparks flew.

The clashing of metal rang out rapidly.

Wu Liuzhi and his attacker exchanged several rapid blows, blades flashing, shadows interweaving.

"Who are you?"

Wu Liuzhi desperately parried the treacherous, ruthless attacks while trying to intimidate his foe with the name of the Money Clan.

"Who are you? Daring to strike at the 'Money Clan'? Are you tired of living…?"

"Fuh—HONG!"

Before he could finish, a furious, overwhelming palm force crashed down from above like a mountain collapsing, utterly without warning.

Beneath the palm's wind, the qi was sealed; even the air around Wu Liuzhi seemed to solidify, all escape routes cut off.

Wu Liuzhi looked up in horror and saw a solidified qi palm imprint descending upon his head!

The power within that palm imprint instantly told him his opponent's cultivation level—

"Post-Heaven Perfection?!"

Wu Liuzhi's soul nearly fled; he tried to dodge, but found himself trapped in mud—his movements slowed by dozens of times, far too late.

"Puch!"

A strange, muffled cracking sound echoed.

Wu Liuzhi's head burst open like a watermelon struck by a sledgehammer, red and white matter spraying in all directions.

His headless corpse swayed, then collapsed limply beside his men's bodies.

…

Sandong Prefecture, Youshan County.

Inside a grand mansion, lights blazed brightly.

"Shhhhlaa~"

Zhao Youshan, dressed in a silk robe, turned livid with rage and hurled a priceless blue porcelain vase to the ground, shards flying everywhere.

He pointed at his son, Zhao Kong, who stood before him with a carefree expression, and shouted furiously,

"How many times have I told you! Don't provoke the magistrate's son! Don't provoke him! Are you deaf?!"

"So what if I provoked him?" Zhao Kong crossed his arms, dismissive. "Dare he lay a hand on me? Father, why are you afraid of him? What magistrate? In Youshan County, whose word matters more than yours? Who in this entire county dares defy the Money Clan?"

He grew even more boastful, adding with a hint of pride, "Besides, Father, didn't you yourself seize the magistrate's new bride just a few days ago…?"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Youshan, like a cat with its tail stepped on, roared in fury, his face flushing red and white. "I'll say it again—you are not a member of the Money Clan! You have no right to speak of clan affairs, let alone the magistrate! You—"

"Shiiii-shiiii-shiiii—"

A dense, scalp-crawling rush of wind suddenly erupted from beyond the mansion's walls.

The next instant, hundreds of crossbow bolts, like a swarm of locusts, pierced through window paper and flew over the walls, raining down upon Zhao Youshan and his son.

Zhao Kong's smug expression instantly turned to terror; his low cultivation left him no time to react—he was struck by over a dozen bolts, the force hurling him backward and pinning him to the wall, his body riddled like a sieve, blood soaking the surface.

"Kong er!!"

Zhao Youshan's eyes bulged with rage as he let out a mournful roar.

Though he was furious at Zhao Kong, he was still his only son.

Now he had been shot through like a sieve.

"Aaaah~!"

Zhao Youshan roared in fury.

He had just broken through to the Innate Realm; his protective true qi flared instantly, and he swung his sleeves to knock down many arrows.

"Who is it? Come out!"

Zhao Youshan, consumed by rage, seized a heavy-backed long knife beside him, his entire body surging with true qi as he charged outside to fight the attacker to the death.

Yet, the moment he burst through the hall's doorway—

"Boom—!"

A compact, steel-like massive fist imprint shattered the air with a muffled sonic boom and appeared before him in an instant, unstoppable!

Zhao Youshan barely had time to cross his long knife before his chest—

"Bang!!"

The fist imprint struck the long knife without any flourish.

The steel-forged long knife shattered piece by piece like paper; the fist imprint continued unimpeded, slamming squarely into Zhao Youshan's chest.

"Puh—!"

Zhao Youshan's entire body was hit as if by a charging giant elephant; his chest collapsed instantly, blood and fragments of internal organs spewed from his mouth, and under the violent force, his body was torn apart into several pieces, scattering across the ground.

…

Beneath the same night sky, in the four prefectures under the Golden Money Gang's control—Santan Prefecture, Sandong Prefecture, Shanshui Prefecture, and Sanlin Prefecture—slaughter unfolded simultaneously in countless corners.

The assassins of "Dark Moon Tower" acted like the most precise executors of death, using the cover of night to launch a thunderous purge against five thousand elite gang members on their list, with no warning whatsoever.

In counties, towns, villages, courtyards, gambling dens, brothels… every person listed in the roster, no matter what they were doing at the time, met a silent yet lethal strike.

Only when dawn began to lighten and the stench of blood started to spread through certain areas did scattered chaos and terrified screams gradually coalesce into a tide.

By the time the Golden Money Gang's headquarters received word of the first outpost being slaughtered and key leaders mysteriously dead, this devastating strike against the gang's foundations was nearly over.

In a single night, the entire elite force of the Golden Money Gang had been utterly uprooted!