“Ah…”
A sudden scream echoed from the forest ahead.
“That’s Tang Fei’s voice.”
Ye Qiu’s heart raced. He grabbed Zhu Xiong Ying’s shoulder and shot forward like lightning.
Before Zhu Xiong Ying could process what was happening, he felt himself being lifted, the scenery around them blurring past like a fast-forwarded film, the wind whistling in his ears.
“Is Saint Doctor Ye really not a Dragon List expert?”
Zhu Xiong Ying found it hard to believe.
In his mind, only a Dragon List expert could pull off such a feat.
Little did he know, Dragon List experts were mere weaklings compared to Ye Qiu.
Soon, Ye Qiu stopped.
He looked ahead.
Three hundred metres away, an ancient tree stood, with a man in camouflage tied upside down to it, head towards the ground, feet in the air. It was Tang Fei.
Tang Fei was bound tightly with vines.
Beside him stood a bald monk.
The monk was young, about thirty, with a plump face and large ears, resembling a Maitreya Buddha, draped in a red kasaya.
In the next moment, killing intent flashed in Ye Qiu’s eyes.
He saw the monk holding a black dagger, slicing into Tang Fei’s body.
Splat!
Blood oozed from Tang Fei’s wound.
“Courting death.”
Ye Qiu set Zhu Xiong Ying down, instructing, “Stay here, don’t move, and keep yourself covered.”
With that, he stepped forward.
“Doctor Ye, what are you doing?” Zhu Xiong Ying asked.
The response was two cold words.
“Killing someone!”
…
Beneath the ancient tree.
The monk, unaware of Ye Qiu’s presence, grinned at Tang Fei, “Do you know why I killed everyone else but spared you?”
Tang Fei roared, “What the hell do you want?”
The monk smiled, “My goal is to kill. Anyone from your country, I want to kill, and the more, the better. My dream is simple: one day, I’ll slaughter your entire nation, leaving not even a dog alive. I spared you because I know once Hades Hall loses contact with you, they’ll send someone to rescue you. I’m waiting here to kill them as they come, one by one, or two by two, haha…”
The monk laughed loudly, his face full of smugness.
Tang Fei shouted, “Aren’t you afraid this will spark a conflict between our countries?”
The monk sneered dismissively, “Your country’s guardians are all dead. What’s there to fear? Even if I kill a few hundred or thousand more, what can you do about it? Your country’s usual response is just to condemn me. What else can you do?”
Tang Fei was livid.
He had led his team into the forest to capture the drug lord, only to encounter this monk upon entering.
From the start, the monk played a cat-and-mouse game with them.
One by one, Hades Hall soldiers were mercilessly slaughtered.
At first, Tang Fei thought the monk was with the drug lord, but when the monk killed the drug lord too, he realised he was wrong.
“As a monk, aren’t you afraid of going to hell for all this bloodshed?” Tang Fei asked.
The monk smiled faintly, “If hell dares take me, I’ll slaughter it too.”
Slash—
The monk sliced Tang Fei again with the dagger, saying casually, “Every now and then, I’ll cut you again. I hope you can hold on until someone comes to save you. But don’t expect anyone to actually get you out. Any Chinese who shows up here will be killed by me…”
“Big words.” Suddenly, a voice rang out behind the monk.
“Who?” Startled, the monk didn’t have time to turn before a fist struck his back.
Bang!
He was sent flying, crashing dozens of metres away, spitting blood.
At that moment, Tang Fei saw who had struck.
“Ye Qiu?” Tang Fei was elated at first, then urgently shouted, “Ye Qiu, get out of here! This monk is powerful. He killed all our Hades Hall soldiers.”
Ye Qiu had come to find Tang Fei. How could he leave?
Besides, in this situation, if he left, Tang Fei was as good as dead.
Swish!
Ye Qiu raised his hand, sending a sword qi to cut the vines, freeing Tang Fei.
Tang Fei had four or five bleeding wounds.
Ye Qiu drew several blood-stopping talismans to stem the bleeding, then asked, “Who is this monk?”
“I only know he’s from India. Beyond that, nothing,” Tang Fei said. “Ye Qiu, be careful. This guy’s strong. I suspect he’s a cultivator.”
Ye Qiu was surprised, “A cultivator? Perfect.”
Perfect?
Tang Fei gave Ye Qiu a strange look, unsure what he meant.
“Heh, another one here to die. Nice,” the monk said, climbing to his feet and wiping blood from his mouth, grinning sinisterly at Ye Qiu.
“Who are you? State your name,” Ye Qiu demanded.
“Want my name? You’re not worthy,” the monk snapped, throwing a punch at Ye Qiu.
The force was overwhelming.
“You sneaked a punch on me. Now I return one,” the monk said, his fist reaching Ye Qiu in an instant.
Ye Qiu stood his ground, meeting the punch with one of his own.
He’d never been afraid of a contest of strength.
Boom!
Their fists collided with a deafening explosion, nearly bursting Tang Fei’s eardrums as he stood nearby.
Step, step, step—
The monk staggered back a dozen steps before steadying himself, while Ye Qiu remained unmoved.
“Hmm?”
A flicker of surprise crossed the monk’s eyes, as if he couldn’t believe Ye Qiu had pushed him back.
But soon, that surprise turned to excitement.
“I’ve heard China has many experts, and today I meet one. Excellent,” the monk said, his face alight with enthusiasm, releasing a powerful battle intent.
“Old Tang, step back,” Ye Qiu warned.
Tang Fei retreated forty or fifty metres.
Ye Qiu fixed his gaze on the monk, “I’ll ask you again. Who are you, and why did you kill Hades Hall’s soldiers?”
“Why do I need a reason to kill? I kill because I want to,” the monk said, showing no remorse.
At those words, the killing intent in Ye Qiu’s eyes intensified. Such disregard for life was utterly inhumane.
“No matter who you are, for killing Hades Hall’s soldiers, I’ll make you wish you were dead,” Ye Qiu said coldly.
“Kid, you’re even cockier than me. Good, let’s see what you’ve got,” the monk replied.
With that, his aura surged again, like a raging storm sweeping the surroundings.
Boom!
The monk threw a fierce punch at Ye Qiu.
