A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

That night.

Tongming Lane was shrouded in a dim twilight. The low eaves of the houses on both sides were uneven, and occasionally a few scattered lights shone through the paper windows, dim and yellow.

Deep in the alley, in a rather dilapidated house, was the home of the hooligan Lao Liu.

At this moment, the oil lamp inside the room was dim, casting flickering light and shadow.

Not only was Lao Liu there, but the other four rascals who went to cause trouble for Ye Wen yesterday were also crammed into this small space.

On the table were several dishes of pickled vegetables, half a plate of braised meat, and a rough earthenware wine jar.

The air was filled with the smell of cheap alcohol and leftover food.

A weasel-faced ruffian, holding a wine glass, leaned closer and asked, "Sixth Brother, shall we make our move tonight?" His eyes gleamed with a mixture of eagerness and unease.

The sixth brother picked up a large, chipped porcelain bowl, gulped down a mouthful of wine, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve:

"The sooner the better, what's there to be afraid of? With our faces covered, he can't see our faces. Let's also prepare a burlap sack, just put it over his head, and he'll be blind no matter how fierce he is."

He put down his bowl, his gaze sweeping over the other three, his voice low but unable to conceal his ruthlessness:

"Don't worry, we'll just beat him up first and collect some interest. He's just a temporary constable after all. At worst, we'll just run to the countryside and hide from the storm for a while after we're done beating him up."

"Alright, we'll do as Sixth Brother says!" Another burly thug slammed his hand on the table, making the dishes rattle. "He's just a temporary constable. He's offended Sixth Brother and the young master. A beating is nothing!"

"Come on, brothers, bottoms up! We'll set off later when it's quieter on the road!" Old Six raised his bowl, a flush of alcohol rising on his face, but a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

The three men clinked bowls together, tilted their heads back, and gulped down the cloudy wine, which dripped down their chins.

Rough laughter and mumbled chewing sounds echoed from inside the room.

"Collect interest? Perfect, I'd like to collect some interest from your Fierce Tiger Gang too."

suddenly,

A very slight rustling came from the roof tiles, and a dark shadow had been quietly lurking on the eaves for some time.

The dim light from inside the room shone through the paper window, casting blurry shadows on the masked man's veil, revealing only a pair of cold, star-like eyes, their gaze sharp as knives and filled with fierce intent.

Lacking sufficient strength, we were unwilling to act prematurely.

But the other party went too far and pressed them relentlessly.

He couldn't touch the leaders of the Fierce Tiger Gang for the time being, but dealing with these few henchmen in front of him was a piece of cake.

As soon as it got dark, Su Bai sneaked over and lay on the roof, carefully observing the seating arrangements and status of the five people inside.

At this moment, there is no more hesitation.

The dark figure swooped down from the roof like a night owl, landing with barely a whiff of dust.

The next instant, he suddenly rushed forward and kicked the half-closed broken wooden door!

"Bang--!"

The door panel shattered, and wood chips flew everywhere.

"Who?!"

Just as Lao Liu and his companions were enjoying their drinks, they suddenly heard a loud noise, which shook them violently, and the bowls and chopsticks in their hands crashed to the ground.

The group hurriedly stood up, knocking the tables and chairs over.

Who dares to cause trouble on the territory of the Fierce Tiger Gang?

A sense of surprise and doubt flashed through their minds.

However, the visitor did not answer at all.

The moment the dark figure burst through the door, a short dagger appeared in his hand, its cold light flashing, and he thrust it straight at the sharp-tongued scoundrel closest to the door!

The rogue felt a blur before his eyes, and then a sharp, icy pain shot through his chest.

He looked down in astonishment and saw the dagger plunge into the ground and then withdraw, drawing out a stream of warm blood.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His pupils quickly dilated, and he collapsed limply to the ground.

The remaining few were terrified and scattered like headless flies, only wanting to escape.

They often bully the kind-hearted and engage in gang fights, but have they ever seen such a ruthless method of taking lives without saying a word?

Su Bai's eyes grew colder. He moved swiftly, wielding his dagger again, aiming at the rascal who was running the fastest and had already reached the back door.

The strength and speed of a Refining Skin Realm cultivator far surpass that of ordinary people. Before the opponent could even turn around, he felt a chill in his back, collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

"Attack together! Running apart will only make you die faster!" The thug with a face full of scars roared, his voice distorted with extreme fear.

He grabbed a bench from beside him and swung it haphazardly at Su Bai.

Another rascal, startled by the shout, also grabbed a stool, trembling, but dared not step forward, only waving it around in a show of bravado.

Old Liu's face was ashen, his legs were trembling, and he could barely hold back his urge to urinate.

His eyes darted around, and he caught sight of the window covered with tattered paper beside him.

Just as the two accomplices mustered their remaining courage and attempted to resist,

The sixth one made a move!

He burst forth with the fastest speed he had ever seen, not forward, but towards the window with all his might!

"Splash—!"

The rotten window frame and the tattered paper were smashed to pieces, and Lao Liu tumbled out of the house and crashed heavily onto the muddy ground.

Ignoring the pain all over his body, he scrambled to his feet and ran wildly towards the dark alleyway without looking back, his footsteps hurried and chaotic as he quickly disappeared into the distance.

Many members of the Fierce Tiger Gang live in Tongming Lane. If he can escape, he will have a chance to survive.

Inside the house, the last two hooligans saw that Lao Liu had escaped alone, and their barely held will to resist instantly collapsed.

The burly ruffian had barely swung the bench halfway when Su Bai's iron-like hand gripped his wrist.

Before he could even scream, a chilling sensation swept across his throat.

The last man completely broke down, threw down his stool, and knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face: "Hero, spare my life! Spare me..."

Before the words were even finished, a cold glint had already appeared.

Seeing the rogue Lao Liu scramble out of the house, staggering and running wildly, constantly screaming in a distorted tone, "Murder! Help—" his hoarse cries sounded particularly jarring in the quiet alley.

Su Bai's eyes narrowed, and he moved like a ghost to the door, his right hand already reaching into his robes.

When he stretched out his hand again, he was holding a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair between his fingers.

He flicked his wrist, his muscles tensing and then suddenly relaxing, and the silver needle silently tore through the air and shot out!

"Whoosh—!"

A barely audible whooshing sound.

Lao Liu had only taken a dozen steps when a sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of his right calf, followed by a strange tingling sensation, as if all the tendons in his leg had been instantly pulled out.

He cried out in pain, his left leg gave way, and he fell forward, crashing heavily onto the uneven, muddy ground, his body and face covered in dust.

The sixth brother was terrified, his heart pounding with fear.

He hurriedly turned over and looked down at his right calf in the dim light of the night. He saw a small dark spot seeping through the fabric of his trousers.

He reached out and touched something extremely thin and hard, almost completely embedded in his flesh.

He gritted his teeth, revealing a bit of a rogue's ruthlessness, pinched the slightly exposed end with two fingers, and pulled it outwards with a sudden jerk!

With a soft "hiss," a blood-stained silver needle was pulled out.

The numbness in my calves subsided a little, and my strength seemed to be returning.

Overjoyed, Lao Liu disregarded the bleeding from his wounds and desperately kicked with his still-functioning left leg, bracing himself with his hands on the ground, trying to get up and continue his escape.

Bang!

Just as his upper body left the ground, a dark shadow descended from the sky and landed steadily in front of him, blocking his path.

The sixth man looked up in alarm, before he could even make out the other person's face—

A cold glint, like the flick of a venomous snake, suddenly appeared!