Chapter 153

A daughter was the bottom line in Chu Tianhe’s heart, his inviolable taboo. Whoever dared to cross this line would face nothing but a dead end!

If the man walking the dog had sincerely apologized, Chu Tianhe might have let this matter slide. But the man’s arrogant attitude and contemptuous gaze stirred murderous intent deep within Chu Tianhe.

“What do you want?” Chu Tianhe demanded.

“Let me tell you, old man—” The dog owner’s words were cut short as Chu Tianhe, eyes blazing with lethal intent, strode toward him. Panic flashed across the man’s face, but before he could finish, a cold gleam whirled through the air!

Whoosh!

A blade as thin as a cicada’s wing sliced swiftly, leaving a streak of crimson across the man’s throat. With a heavy thud, he collapsed to his knees.

“In your next life, learn to be humble!” Chu Tianhe said coldly, eyes fixed on the man lying beside his dog. Without hesitation, he turned to leave.

“He’s Chu Tianhe! Brothers, attack!”

But just as Chu Tianhe turned, over a dozen bursts of ancient martial energy surged toward him. The chilling killing intent locked onto him without a word. Dozens of warriors wielding blades charged, their strikes sharp and direct, aiming straight for Chu Tianhe’s face. There were no flashy moves—each blow was a deadly attack meant to end his life.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The blades formed a dense, shimmering net of steel. Chu Tianhe’s brow furrowed slightly. With a flick of his right hand, the delicate short blade in his grip swept out, shattering every gleaming edge. In a single move, he dissolved all their offenses. Then, like a shadow, he darted forward, appearing before one man in the blink of an eye. His blade pressed precisely against the man’s shoulder, the edge grazing his neck.

“People from the Xu family?” Chu Tianhe’s voice was icy.

The leader, his neck pinned by the blade, immediately fell silent, cold sweat beading his forehead.

“Y-yes... we were hired by the Xu family,” the man stammered, trembling, terror threatening to break him completely.

Though his attention had been fixed on Chu Tianhe, he had failed to catch the master’s precise movements. The overwhelming gap in strength chilled him to the bone; his fear reached its limit.

“Go back and tell the Xu family that in two days, I will pay them a visit. If they don’t want their bodies left to rot in the wilderness, they’d better buy their own graves and prepare their coffins.”

With those words, Chu Tianhe sheathed his blade, sparing the man’s life.

“You... you’re not going to kill me?” The man’s face still bore the mask of terror as Chu Tianhe turned away.

“You’re not even worth my killing,” Chu Tianhe said, continuing forward, leaving only his retreating figure behind.

At that moment, a muffled thud echoed. One of the assassins who had just tried to strike Chu Tianhe staggered and fell, a spray of crimson bursting from his neck.

Thud... thud...