Chapter 1420 - 1418: Annihilation
Now they hadn’t even set out yet, and their main combat power was already dead?
On top of their shock, everyone felt a wave of panic.
The fighting spirit Dahe Baiyi had stirred up earlier vanished without a trace.
And right at that moment, noise came from outside again.
Thud!
Rumble!
Something was thrown in.
When he saw what it was, Dahe Baiyi’s pupils shrank violently.
"Run!" Dahe Baiyi reacted almost instantly and shouted.
The place was like a pot exploding, everyone screaming and scattering in all directions.
The thing rolling on the ground was clearly a hand grenade!
Boom!
A violent explosion rang out.
Shrapnel blasted out with terrifying lethality, spraying in all directions.
The grenade’s power was insane. Some people hadn’t managed to dodge and were blown into a bloody mess.
The ones on the outermost ring were slightly better, but the shockwave still left them dizzy and devastated.
"Bastard!" Dahe Baiyi roared furiously, "Who the hell is it, who dares to strike at our Yiling Hall!"
Thump!
A dull sound came.
An opening appeared where the curtain hung at the door.
Thump!
At the same time, a man in the main hall had a spray of white mist burst from his chest as he clutched his heart and collapsed.
Thump!
Someone else was hit and went down.
"Who! Who is it!" Dahe Baiyi pressed himself against the wall in terror.
Gongben Yuancheng was already lying prone on the floor, dumbfounded, screaming in fear, "No! We surrender! We surrender!"
But the enemy didn’t stop just because they shouted.
The muffled pops kept sounding—that was the trademark sound of a silencer.
Shooting came from all directions.
Trapped in the room, they were like turtles in a jar, just waiting to be butchered!
Watching his subordinates drop one after another with bullet holes, Dahe Baiyi’s eyes almost tore open.
These shooters had insanely precise aim. Every shot was a kill shot, no need for a second bullet.
Thump!
Dahe Baiyi’s left hand was hit.
"Ah!" He clutched his wrist and screamed in agony.
Thump!
His right hand was hit again.
"Ah! Bastard! Bastard! It hurts like hell! Who is it! Who the hell is it!" Dahe Baiyi roared from the floor.
His answer was two more dull pops.
Thump!
Thump!
Both his legs were shot.
All four of his limbs were completely ruined!
Gongben Yuancheng beside him suffered the same treatment.
At this moment, someone rushed in.
He searched the room, then waved toward the outside.
Yang Cao walked in, glanced at the corpses on the ground, and shook his head in disappointment. "So this is all they’ve got? Didn’t even break a sweat. No challenge at all!"
Dongzi snorted. "It’s just Beihai Country, a speck on the map. What good stuff could they have?"
Yang Chen could only shake his head helplessly. This guy Dongzi had actually learned how to brag.
He glanced at Ye Xin, who was a bit sulky because she hadn’t even had a chance to make a move, and smiled slightly.
This was exactly the outcome he wanted.
He had no intention of letting Ye Xin take risks.
Walking into the main hall, Yang Chen took off his mask and looked at Dahe Baiyi.
"You! It’s you!" Dahe Baiyi’s eyes were bloodshot.
Yang Chen smiled faintly. "What’s wrong? Hard to believe?"
"You... you actually..." Dahe Baiyi ground his teeth.
Yang Chen laughed. "What, feeling like we snatched your prey before you even got to make a move?"
Dahe Baiyi was so furious his eyes rolled up; he almost fainted.
Tonight they were supposed to strike at Yang Chen, but he never imagined that after all his preparations, Yang Chen would wipe them out with ease.
"You’ll regret this! Our Four Spirits Hall will never let you go!" Dahe Baiyi glared at Yang Chen, eyes bloodshot.
"Tell them to come as they please." Yang Chen didn’t give a damn about the Four Spirits Hall.
He bent down and picked up the blade beside Dahe Baiyi, giving it a brief look. "This is the blade they used when they invaded Flame Country?"
"That’s right! This blade has the blood of more than a hundred people from Flame Country on it. It proves the glory of my ancestors!" Dahe Baiyi shouted.
Yang Chen snorted, then said to Dongzi, "Test the blade."
Dongzi immediately pulled out his custom dagger and pointed it at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen raised the sword and slashed down at Dongzi with force.
"Clang!"
A crisp ring.
Clatter!
Something hit the floor with a metallic sound.
Yang Chen took a look at the sword in his hand, then tossed it in front of Dahe Baiyi. "Trash."
With just that one strike, the katana had already snapped in two!
Times had changed. Compared to the tactical daggers they used now, forged from special steel, weapons from back then weren’t even worth mentioning!
But Dahe Baiyi was in utter disbelief, screaming like a madman, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This is the Divine Blade of my Dahe Clan! It’s a peerless cursed weapon; it can’t break! It absolutely can’t break!"
Yang Chen ignored him, waved his hand, and left with Ye Xin.
Soon, two muffled pops came from inside.
The lives of Dahe Baiyi and Gongben Yuancheng reached their end.
After Yang Chen and the others left, the Yiling Hall headquarters was engulfed in a huge fire.
The blaze burned until the second half of the night before it was barely put out.
By the time they extinguished the flames and dragged out the bodies, they were all charred to cinders.
The incident shook Rejing City!
In Rejing City, the Er Ling Hall not far from Yiling Hall got the news and quickly gathered their men.
In a grand hall with the words Sword Dao hanging on the wall.
A middle-aged man in Beihai attire sat cross-legged with his back to the words Sword Dao.
On either side of him, two rows of men sat cross-legged.
Their upper bodies were bare, covered in tattoos that made them look vicious and terrifying.
This was a hallmark of the Beihai Country black society; you could even tell a person’s rank and status in the organization from their tattoos.
Anyone qualified to sit here clearly had no low position.
After a long silence, the middle-aged man with his back to the Sword Dao plaque drew the blade before him and stabbed it into the floor, roaring, "This kind of humiliation must be avenged! Tonight, we go into Yiling Hall’s territory and avenge the brothers of Yiling Hall!"
"Hai!" the two rows shouted in unison.
By now, the sky at the horizon was slowly turning bright.
For many people in Rejing City, it was a sleepless night.
But Yang Chen and his group slept soundly and comfortably in the hotel.
They didn’t get up to eat until after nine.
Outside, Zhao Guozong had long been waiting, anxious to the point of desperation.
Inside Yiling Hall, the entire force had been wiped out!
Wiped out!
Not a single one left alive!
Weren’t they the ones who said they were going to make a move on Yang Chen and his people?
So why were they all dead in Yiling Hall’s headquarters?
This left Zhao Guozong utterly baffled and increasingly terrified.
He had to see Yang Chen, had to ask clearly, or he’d never sleep in peace!
Soon, he finally saw Yang Chen appear.
"President Yang!" Zhao Guozong hurried up to him. "Now that Yiling Hall no longer exists, can our contract continue?"
Yang Chen glanced at him and said flatly, "Yiling Hall is gone, but what about an Er Ling Hall, Sanling Hall, or whatever else popping up? In such a dangerous country, I don’t see any need to set up a branch here."
Buzz!
Zhao Guozong’s head buzzed and went blank!
He was pulling out completely?
"No! You can’t! You can’t do that!" Zhao Guozong shouted in a panic.
Yang Chen didn’t bother with him, just snorted coldly. "When you chose who your master was, you should’ve understood this day would come."
Zhao Guozong was completely stunned.