"Sigh... Although I don't know why you've caused such a stir, I've watched you grow up, and I know you're a good kid."
I don't have much time left either. I'll die peacefully in my old age and won't be a burden to you.
From now on, you can do whatever you want. I have a feeling that you'll definitely make a name for yourself someday.
But remember this, you better remember this well: we won't do those immoral things.
Otherwise, when you finally get out of bed, I, the old man, will have to teach you a lesson.
The old man's voice gradually softened, and his breathing weakened; it was now his final moments.
"Don't worry, old man, don't you know who I am?"
I am a kind-hearted person and cannot bear to see others suffer. I have never done anything bad.
Holding Old Man Han's hand, Han Feiyu reassured him that he would never let him down.
"That's good, that's good..."
The hand I was holding was gradually loosened.
"May you rest in peace, old man."
[After Old Han passed away, you spent a whole month arranging his funeral.]
It must be said that the old man's initial wish has indeed been fulfilled; he has found someone who can take care of him in his old age and allow him to enjoy his later years in peace.
[One month. You've had a month. Are you sure everything is arranged and you're ready to leave this city?]
To fulfill your original wish, change the path of storytellers, and then change the world, you need more power; simply staying in one place is not enough.
In a sense, you are now free from shackles and constraints, able to do anything you want and are capable of doing.
Take out the list of martial arts masters you've compiled over the years, and choose your target.
[The first target: the former Grand Elder of the Blood Shadow Cult, the infamous Crimson Blood Demon.]
"Ugh..."
Inside a training room, an old man in a red robe coughed up black blood. He had been poisoned, and by his most trusted disciple no less.
Without leaving a trace, when he came out of the pass, they served him a cup of tea laced with drugs.
Now, the man has plunged the knife into his chest, created some distance, and is quietly waiting for his death.
The man had a smile on his face, as if he had already won.
"Why... Liu Zhanpeng, I... have treated you well..."
"Why? That's a good question, but I won't answer you. Just go to hell with that question in mind."
Han Feiyu looked at the being before him, whose life force was gradually dissipating. Faced with death, this so-called expert was no different from an ordinary person.
The replacements started with the servants at the entrance of the Blood Shadow Church, followed by ordinary disciples, elite disciples, and then this guy's personal disciples.
It will take no more than twenty days.
"The hunt for these powerful individuals seems to be simpler than I imagined. The first target has been achieved."
One name was crossed out on the roster in his hand.
This is not just a notebook recording the situation of experts, but also a book of life and death for the King of Hell.
He intends to single-handedly destabilize the entire martial arts world.
It's past midnight, everyone should have dinner by now, right?
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