597. Wealth moves people's hearts.
With disbelief in their eyes, the two swung their swords again, the short blade piercing the Sixth Prince's chest like lightning, blood spurting out.
The Sixth Young Master groaned in pain, his body convulsing. He instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late to stop the deadly blade.
"You, you dare kill me! The Huo family will never let you get away with this!" the Sixth Young Master screamed desperately, begging for help; he didn't want to die!
Two knives, swiftly thrusting in and out, inflicting over a dozen wounds in an instant, as if it were an irreconcilable feud. Blood gushed out, filling the dark alley with a heavy, pungent stench of blood.
Holding a blood-stained short blade, he appeared even more ruthless and ferocious in the night.
A voice exclaimed excitedly, "Hurry, hurry! It'll be troublesome if someone sees us!"
As they spoke, the two hurriedly rummaged through the Sixth Young Master's body, searching for his money. Since they often followed the Sixth Young Master, they naturally knew where he usually kept his money bag.
In the darkness, their fingers skillfully groped around, sliding over the Sixth Young Master's clothes, and finally found the familiar money bag in a hidden pocket.
Overjoyed, he quickly took it out, opened it, and found it indeed filled with heavy silver, two taels of gold, and several hundred-tael silver notes.
No, there's another cultivation manual.
A flicker of greed, and without hesitation, a wicked thought arose in his mind.
With silver and martial arts manuals at his disposal, how could he simply hand them over? In an instant, he forgot his previous tension and fear, his eyes filled only with the desire for wealth and the obsession with the manuals, willing to give everything for the sake of becoming a superior person.
It seemed that everything was drawn to a close amidst greedy eyes.
Suddenly, one of them turned the short blade in his hand and stabbed his companion without hesitation.
The other person was equally decisive.
The short blade pierced the body, and blood gushed out almost simultaneously.
The two terrified individuals stared at each other's blurred faces!
Trust and loyalty crumble instantly in the face of greed.
The friendship that once existed has now become so fragile.
At the moment their blades met, the malice and betrayal in their hearts had surpassed any reason or emotion.
There has never been friendship, so how could there have been trust?
The thin man exclaimed incredulously, "We shared pants and drank wine together!"
The person opposite him, equally surprised, then filled with anger and resentment, growled, 'Why have you done this to me?'
The two, incredulous, swung their knives again without hesitation. The short blades were bright red, indistinguishable from black in the darkness.
In the pool of blood, his breath slowly faded, his eyes filled with despair, resentment, and anger at the other party's distrust!
It's as if it's saying, 'We're all good brothers, wouldn't it be good for you to die once?'
Some of the demon slayers gathered in Yansha City. During the battle between Ren Pingsheng and the Huo family head, the demon slayers quickly attacked the direct descendants of the Huo family.
In this vast city of Yansha, from officials to gangs, the Huo family is everywhere. Gangs plunder and fight, but there is always an invisible hand controlling everything and doing things according to its own will.
The Shangtie team, numbering several dozen, charged with the fiercest ferocity. They came from impoverished backgrounds and were mostly unfortunate individuals; it's unknown whether they still have any family members.
He rushed quickly toward his target, the third master of the Huo family, who was now sixty years old.
Limited by natural talent, he was ultimately unable to break through, but with the accumulation of elixirs and medicinal baths, he embarked on the path to the sixth rank.
Money, money, wealth, companions, laws, and land—unless one possesses extraordinary talent, one can never escape these things.
Shangtie took the lead, its steps light and agile, leading the way with firm and powerful strides, eager and urgent.
The gate of the Third Master Huo was magnificent and imposing. Two guards stood at the entrance, their armor made of animal hide, tough and sturdy, and their thin swords gleaming with a cold light, appearing extremely sharp.
Shang Tie and his men moved swiftly, rushing over like lightning, their momentum fierce. Their eyes were firm and resolute, showing no fear, and they slashed at the two guards at the door with a single stroke.
The blade flashed, its cold light chilling the air. Before the two guards could even react, they were struck down by the sudden attack.
Before the thin knife in his hand could be drawn, his head rolled to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.
Without pausing, Shang Tie and his men rushed in and quickly passed through Master Huo's gate.
The scene inside the gate gradually unfolded, revealing a magnificent architectural complex, imposing and grand, with flowers, trees, lanterns every ten steps, bright red, and a pond and houses, like a fairyland on earth.
"Who dares to cause trouble at the Huo family? They're asking for death!" A harsh butler with thick eyebrows and slightly slanted eyes heard footsteps and screams, his face darkened, and he quickly rushed over.
He was dressed in a cotton-padded robe and had a long whip at his waist, giving him an imposing presence.
This demanding butler, named Huo Er, is a capable assistant in the Huo family, responsible for the daily management and security of the mansion.
He was usually harsh and strict with his servants, but he was extremely loyal to the Huo family and would not allow anyone to infringe on the Huo family's authority.
He strode over, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. Who was this fearless person who dared to cause trouble?
Looking around, I saw the heads of two guards lying on the ground, their blood staining the ground red, clearly indicating that they had been attacked suddenly.
Huo Er was startled, realizing that these people were exceptionally strong, able to kill Huo family guards so easily.
Quickly regaining his composure, he shouted, "Assassin! Assassin! Help!"
Before he could shout, footsteps and the sounds of weapons were already rapidly approaching from all directions.
At the same time, similar shouts arose from other branches of the Huo family.
Shang Tie's expression was unusually cold. He moved with incredible speed, sweeping across the ground like a gust of wind, raising a cloud of dust.
With a sweeping motion of the broadsword, a ruthless slash occurs, blood splatters, and a head falls to the ground.
He growled, "Fire Two, today can be considered revenge for the wronged souls you whipped to death."
Without pausing for a moment, they rushed towards Master Huo's residence.
Inside the inner courtyard, Master Huo hurriedly got up from his concubine, warm and delicate, his newly married beauty of sixteen, the two hundredth or so beauties he had favored.
There were so many that I've forgotten the exact number.
All he knew was that with such a beautiful woman in the house, no one could refuse him if he wanted her.
A gust of cold wind swept over her, and the beauty on the bed uttered a complaint in her sleep.
Master Huo cursed inwardly, 'Dare to provoke the Huo family? They're asking for death.'
With a fine sword in hand, its blade gleamed with a sharp light, revealing its extraordinary sharpness.
He quickly donned his inner armor, rushed out of the room, and roared with the menacing force of a tiger descending a mountain, "Guards! Guards! Where is Huo San?!"
His voice exuded an undeniable authority, as if a single cough from him could cause the entire mansion to revolve around his emotions.
A loud shout, like a thunderclap, instantly startled the sleeping servants awake.
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