Hong Jiu's promise was like a resounding hammer blow, shaking the entire scene.
He slowly turned around, his gaze sharp and intense, staring directly at Wu Tian. His eyes held both the grief of losing a loved one and the determination to fight for justice.
"Wu Tian, today is your death day. I will settle all your sins."
Faced with Hong Jiu's imposing presence, Wu Tian not only showed no fear, but instead a calm smile appeared on his lips, as if he had everything under control.
"You want me dead? Even the King of Hell couldn't do that, let alone you! But... I can remove this cancer from Linhe."
Hong Jiu, the overlord of Linhai City's underworld, is a figure whose fame is forged on the tears and blood of countless people.
The people both hated and feared him, but his power and ruthlessness were awe-inspiring and left them helpless.
Although the four major families had the power to resist, their internal strife, coupled with Hong Jiu's cautious approach and reluctance to make enemies, led to their growing power.
If Wu Tianzhen can sever this source of evil, Linhai will surely usher in an unprecedented era of clarity.
Upon hearing this, Hong Jiu burst into deafening laughter, followed by a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
A venomous glint flashed in his eyes: "Over the years, how many people have tried to get rid of me? But they all ended up as corpses in the sea. Now, you will be just like them, boss. It's your turn to make your move."
After he finished speaking, a loud "bang" ripped through the air.
Suddenly, a man with an unusual appearance and limbs leaped into the arena and stood opposite Wu Tian.
This person's face was covered with scars, almost completely scarred, and his appearance was terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.
His appearance was like a dark cloud obscuring the sun, causing an uproar and whispers among those around him.
"The Hongmen boss is the head of the four Vajras under Ninth Master, and also Ninth Master's greatest reliance in becoming the king of the underworld."
"This man is ruthless and has countless lives on his hands. He is a figure who strikes fear into the hearts of the entire Linhai."
"roar!"
With a deafening roar, the eldest brother pounded his chest like a king of the mountains, emitting terrifying screams that instantly enveloped the entire sports center in an indescribable aura of terror.
The fear and murmurs of the surrounding crowd seemed to be suppressed by this sudden pressure, and an indescribable heaviness and tension filled the air.
Wu Tian faced the legendary "leader of the Four Great Vajras," his calm smile not only undiminished but shone even brighter in his unwavering determination, as if declaring to the world: Today, this malignant tumor in Linhai City will undoubtedly be eradicated.
"I thought the head of the Four Vajras under Ninth Master was some kind of sacred being, but it turns out he's just a low-IQ brute. What's laughable is that some people still treat him like a treasure."
Wu Tian's words were spoken lightly, yet every word was precious, like the morning bell and evening drum, resonating in everyone's hearts.
The people of Linhai all knew, without saying a word, that their elder brother seemed to have something wrong, but fearing his ruthless methods, no one dared to speak out.
Now, Wu Tian revealed the secret, and everyone suddenly realized that this awe-inspiring elder brother was actually mentally deficient.
Upon hearing this, Hong Jiu showed no anger, but instead responded with a faint smile: "It is precisely this unadorned innocence that makes him easy to control and loyal."
He turned his gaze to his eldest brother, a deep smile playing on his lips, and said softly, "Boss, this guy in front of you called you an idiot, and he also killed four of your younger brothers..."
Before he could finish speaking, his elder brother, filled with rage, roared incoherently, "Ah, you...you damned bastard, you deserve to die, you're about to die!"
After saying that, he suddenly pulled at his waist, revealing two sickles linked by iron chains, their cold light gleaming.
He grinned, his yellow teeth gleaming slightly in the sunlight. Then, the scythe in his hand transformed into a swirling storm, impenetrable, like the scythe of death, wielded with unrestrained abandon.
Upon seeing this, the crowd involuntarily retreated, fearing that the whirlwind of death would affect them, and a tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the air.
Wu Tian remained motionless, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He shouldn't have been so ruthless towards someone with intellectual disabilities.
But he knew that today's battle was not only about his personal honor and life and death, but also about Xia Xue's safety, and he had to do his best.
He took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand, and a faint energy gathered in his palm.
"Come on, let's finish this quickly. There are plenty of other people waiting in line to fight me!"
Although Wu Tian's voice was not loud, it pierced through the clamor of the crowd as clearly as a sharp sword, striking the depths of everyone's hearts.
He seemed detached from the clamor, oblivious to the restless rivals around him; his composure was remarkable.
As his words settled, the Storm Scythe in the elder brother's hand suddenly froze, then transformed into a raging dragon, carrying a world-destroying momentum, and roared towards Wu Tian's neck.
This scene was breathtaking, as if it were a dirge for the end of life.
Hong Jiu's lips curled into a meaningful smile, knowing full well the ruthlessness of his boss's "deadly scythe" strike, enough to make countless powerful figures die with regret.
Now, this move is aimed directly at Wu Tian. He thinks the outcome is already decided, and Wu Tian will not escape this calamity; he will either die or be seriously injured.
However, just as the scythe was about to touch Wu Tian's skin, he raised his hand slightly, and an invisible force burst forth, colliding violently with the scythe and making a deafening "bang".
To everyone's astonishment, the scythe was reversed by this force and sped away towards the leader.
The eldest brother was utterly astonished, his wide-open eyes filled with disbelief.
The weapon he had honed his skills for a lifetime now seemed to have betrayed its master, bringing with it a deadly threat as it came straight at him.
He tried his best to control it, but the scythe was unstoppable. It arrived in an instant, slicing through the air and leaving a piercing "hiss" sound before embedding itself deeply into his shoulder.
Blood, like a river bursting its banks, gushed out, staining his clothes crimson, and the ground beneath his feet was also soaked by this torrent of life, a truly shocking sight.
All around was deathly silent; everyone was utterly shocked by this sudden turn of events.
Why did the elder brother's weapon turn against its master?
This incredible scene left everyone deeply confused and bewildered.
Wu Tian stood as firm as a mountain at this moment. His voice, though indifferent, contained boundless majesty: "If it weren't for your incomplete mind, you would already be a corpse by now."
This statement, devoid of warmth yet seemingly imbued with compassion, evokes both awe and fear.
"roar!"
The eldest brother let out a strange cry.
The voice was filled with anger and resentment. He endured the excruciating pain, ripped the scythe from his shoulder, and blood gushed out.
He seemed oblivious, only knowing to brandish the weapon stained with his own blood and launch a desperate counterattack against Wu Tian.
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