Chapter 2: The Killing Intent of the God of Slaughter

Night had fallen completely, and the park had grown much quieter.
Lu Yuxi walked through the park, searching for Yang Fan.
But she saw no trace of him.
Yang Fan had not returned all day, which left Lu Yuxi anxious.
If he truly died of hunger, she would never forgive herself.
"Hey, pretty lady, are you all alone?"
A young man with dyed blond hair approached Lu Yuxi, grinning as he spoke.
Lu Yuxi frowned, glanced at him, and replied with silence, turning to leave.
As she turned, she found herself confronted by eight other young men, each wearing a malicious smile.
She felt their eyes roaming over her, and disgust mingled with fear in her heart.
"Don't rush off, beautiful," said a bald youth, leering at her. "It's fate we've met—why not sit and chat together?"
His smile was lewd, unsettling.
"Yeah, come on, let's talk—maybe get to know each other better," another chimed in.
"Damn, Fengzi, why are you looking at her like that? You'll scare her off."
"Heh, don't worry. There are plenty of us—she's safe with us."
These young men, all with the air of ruffians, eyed Lu Yuxi with lascivious glances and suggestive words.
Before them, Lu Yuxi felt like a lamb surrounded by wolves, a coveted prey.
"Please, let me pass," she said coldly, trying to control her emotions.
Faced with this gang at night in a nearly deserted park, she was afraid.
But she forced herself to remain calm, not to show her fear.
"Don't be so heartless, beauty," the blond youth grinned and stepped toward her, reaching out to touch her face.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll call the police!" Lu Yuxi shouted, quickly retreating.
But her words elicited only mocking smiles.
"Heh, call the police? By the time they arrive, it'll be too late," laughed the bald youth. "Relax, we'll take precautions—you won't get pregnant."
"Yeah, we'll be careful. No evidence left behind. By the time the police come, it'll be over," another jeered.
"Quit yapping. She won't get the chance to call anyone," another scoffed.
The gang of thugs were utterly fearless, their gazes filled with ridicule.
Indeed, there were few people in the park now, so even if Lu Yuxi called for help, hardly anyone would come.
And she wouldn't have the chance to call the police.
With them blocking her way, she couldn't even reach for her phone.
Despair washed over Lu Yuxi, terror rising in her chest.
She couldn't imagine what would happen if these nine men violated her.
If such a thing happened, she doubted she could find the courage to go on living.
More than anything, she wished someone would appear to save her.
"Help!" Lu Yuxi cried out with all her strength.

It was her one and only chance.
But even as the word left her lips, someone clamped a hand over her mouth.
The others moved swiftly, binding her hands and feet, then lifting her away.
Lu Yuxi struggled desperately, but she could not break free.
A lone woman stood no chance against nine strong young men.
Tears of despair streamed from her eyes—she could not even imagine her fate.
"Let her go."
A figure appeared before the nine men.
It was Yang Fan.
He had just finished his cultivation.
"Well, look who wants to play the hero," mocked the blond youth. "Do you even know what you're getting into?"
Seeing Yang Fan alone, the blond youth laughed, confident in their superior numbers.
"Kid, you'd better mind your own business, or I'll kill you," the bald youth threatened.
The others glared at Yang Fan, their expressions vicious, ready to beat him senseless if he didn't back off.
Lu Yuxi stopped crying, staring in stunned silence at Yang Fan.
She hadn't expected him to appear.
She was even more bewildered that he dared face nine men alone.
Was this still the useless, spoiled Yang Fan she knew?
Wasn't he afraid of death?
At this moment, Yang Fan seemed utterly transformed.
Yang Fan stood firm, his gaze cold.
Seeing his stubbornness, the blond youth scowled and lunged at him, kicking out.
Yang Fan raised his right hand, chopping down with a swift hand strike.
A scream erupted—the blond youth fell to the ground, clutching his leg and writhing in agony.
Seeing their companion taken down in an instant, the others were momentarily stunned.
"Damn it, get him! Let's kill him!"
The bald youth cursed, charging at Yang Fan with the rest.
Eight men rushed forward, but Yang Fan's face showed no fear, only icy resolve.
He was surrounded, assaulted from all sides.
A subtle aura emanated from him, fierce and sharp.
He moved with fluid agility, weaving through the attackers, striking out.
Each blow sent an attacker flying.
Seeing Yang Fan's ferocity, some drew knives, others grabbed rocks or clubs.
Against so many, Yang Fan grew weary—
After all, he'd only begun cultivating that day; his inner strength was limited, and his body not yet fully transformed.
He was wounded, two deep gashes bleeding freely.
Yet he showed no fear.
One thug lunged with a knife, aiming for Yang Fan's chest.
Yang Fan sidestepped, dodged, then grabbed the man's arm in a flash, squeezing hard.
A howl of pain—the knife dropped into Yang Fan's hand.
A blade flashed through the air, and an arm fell to the ground, blood spraying.
The man lay there, screaming in agony.
"Kill him!"
The bald youth roared, swinging his club at Yang Fan.
The others closed in behind him.
Yang Fan licked his lips, the taste of blood igniting a murderous smile in his eyes.
He rushed forward, knife flashing.
He was a tiger among sheep, a predator unleashed.
Screams echoed through the night, blood splattered the air.
In less than two minutes, all nine men lay on the ground, bleeding from their wounds, sending chills down the spine.
Yang Fan stood amidst them, his face streaked with blood, his eyes cold as stone.
There was no emotion in his gaze, only indifference, a contemptuous chill toward all things.
He seemed utterly unconcerned by his own wounds.
At this moment, a murderous aura enveloped him.
Lu Yuxi stared in disbelief at the scene before her.
She felt as if she were dreaming—as if none of this could be real.
But the blood-soaked reality made it clear: it was all true.
Yang Fan tossed the knife aside and walked toward the park's gate.
He didn't spare Lu Yuxi a single glance.
With her safe, he had no further concern.
Watching him leave, Lu Yuxi finally snapped out of her daze.
Glancing at the nine men still writhing and moaning on the ground, fear gripped her, and she hurried after Yang Fan. "Yang Fan, wait for me!"
Yang Fan paid her no heed, walking on alone.
Lu Yuxi felt a wave of grievance.
She had come to the park only to find Yang Fan—otherwise, she would never have encountered those thugs.
Yet that wretched man ignored her completely.
And today, Yang Fan seemed like a stranger, utterly changed.