Chapter 18

With a muffled sound, the blade flashed through the air. Lu Liang’s body trembled slightly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his gaze finally fixed on the knife in Chu Tianhe’s hand.

The next instant, a barely noticeable fissure appeared at the crown of Lu Liang’s head, running straight down between his brows, all the way to the space between his legs.

“I am the one sending you to hell,” Chu Tianhe declared, only after his blade had done its work.

“You…” Lu Liang barely managed to open his mouth before his expression froze. Suddenly, his body split open from the center, cleaved in two by Chu Tianhe’s blade.

A gasp of horror swept through the onlookers; everyone drew sharp breaths as terror surged wildly in their hearts. Such an eerie scene—Lu Liang, a formidable master, could not withstand even a single strike from Chu Tianhe, unable even to defend himself.

The difference in strength was a chasm as vast as the heavens.

“He’s… he’s too terrifying… Who, what kind of man is he?”

“Run! Run, now!” Only after a stunned moment did the assassins of the Rakshasa Guild come to their senses. But by now, their will to fight was utterly broken. Since Chu Tianhe’s arrival, he had unleashed only two strikes, but the force of those two blows was enough to shake the world.

Now, the assassins of the Rakshasa Guild scattered like frightened birds, each displaying their most desperate escape techniques. Their movements became a blur as each one staked everything on fleeing this place of certain death as swiftly as possible.

“Heavenly Gang Twelve Fiends, hear my command!” After felling Lu Liang with a single stroke, Chu Tianhe’s voice thundered out once more.

“We are here!” The reply from the Twelve Fiends was like a single roar, so powerful it seemed to shake the very sky.

“Within your sight, leave no one alive!”

With Chu Tianhe’s command, twelve butcher’s blades left their sheaths at once. Like demons unleashed from hell, the Twelve Fiends charged the assassins of the Rakshasa Guild. Wherever their blades passed, not one of the three thousand Rakshasa masters could stand against them.

In no time, the ground ran red with blood.

At the sight of the carnage, with corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood flowing, the members of the Qin family were utterly petrified.

The Qin family had never seen a battlefield, nor had they ever witnessed such a bloody spectacle. Many began to vomit. The patriarch himself collapsed to the ground in terror, his legs gone weak, a warm liquid spreading across the floor beneath him.

For all his years and the many storms he had weathered, never could he have imagined he’d one day be so frightened that he would lose control of his bladder.

“Lord, the Rakshasa Guild has been annihilated. As for the Qin family, shall we kill them or not?” The speaker was Tianyi, who knelt on one knee before Chu Tianhe, hands clasped in salute.

Unlike Tianjiu, Tianyi was the first to follow Chu Tianhe, and was the leader of the Heavenly Gang Twelve Fiends. Cold-blooded, ruthless, and addicted to killing, his mind held only orders and nothing else.

As for who the Qin family was, he cared not at all. In his eyes, they were mere ants; there were only two choices—kill, or spare.

And at that moment, Chu Tianhe’s gaze slowly fell upon the Qin family patriarch.