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Looking at the corpse on the ground and the severed arm that was holding the long sword, Wang Rudong's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins.

The blood energy that he had just forcibly suppressed began to surge uncontrollably within his body, and the air around him seemed to become viscous.

"Young Master!"

Wang Fu, who had run out, was shocked by the scene before him, especially when his gaze swept over Mu Yang, who was dressed in a dark black outfit. His heart pounded wildly in fear.

He quickly leaned close to Wang Rudong's ear and whispered, "Master, it's Mu Yang! He's the constable Mu Yang who killed Huang Feng!"

Wang Rudong was startled, and the anger in his eyes immediately subsided by more than half.

He looked at Mu Yang, his eyes filled with an extremely complex expression.

There was anger, murderous intent, and a hint of barely concealed fear.

As Wang Rudong looked at Mu Yang, Mu Yang was also looking at the Wang family patriarch, who was famous throughout Qingxi County.

He had white hair and beard, a tall stature, and vigorous vitality, but...

Mu Yang's nostrils twitched slightly, and his eyes narrowed.

Something's not right. Why does Wang Rudong have a faint aura of demonic energy about him?

It seems to have a similar smell to the rat demon on Yellow Wind Mountain.

Very strange.

Seemingly sensing Mu Yang's gaze, Wang Rudong took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging anger and killing intent in his heart, and gathering the blood energy that was about to leave his body.

He looked at Mu Yang, forcing a stiff smile: "Chief Mu, coming to my Wang family's house late at night to cause trouble, is there some misunderstanding?"

"If any of my Wang family's ill-mannered juniors have unintentionally offended the head constable, I, Wang, would like to apologize to you on his behalf."

As he spoke, Wang Rudong gave Wang Fu beside him a look: "Afu, why don't you hurry to my study and get a hundred taels of gold for the head shepherd to calm his anger!"

One hundred taels of gold is equivalent to one thousand taels of silver.

This is an amount that an ordinary constable in Qingxi County could not accumulate in a lifetime.

Even a foreman earning five silver dollars a month would have to save for more than ten years without eating or drinking.

As for the death of the servant and the amputation of his own son's arm, Wang Rudong remained silent, clearly intending to pay a fine to avoid further trouble and settle the matter peacefully.

"father!?"

Wang Shijun didn't understand.

His family is one of the three major families in Qingxi County. How could they be so subservient to a mere constable?

"Shut up!"

Wang Rudong sternly stopped Wang Shijun.

Wang Shijun trembled, silently lowered his head, and said nothing more.

After reprimanding Wang Shijun, Wang Rudong turned to Mu Yang with a forced smile: "Chief Mu, what do you think?"

"not enough."

Mu Yang's indifferent voice made Wang Rudong's smile freeze, and the blood energy he had just suppressed almost became uncontrollable.

He took a deep breath, his smile fading slightly: "What Chief Mu says is true. How can a mere hundred taels of gold demonstrate the sincerity of the Wang family? How about I add another hundred taels?"

Mu Yang simply stood there with his knife in hand, his voice indifferent:

"not enough."

The atmosphere froze instantly upon hearing this.

Wang Rudong's smile vanished completely, and his aged eyes coldly stared at Mu Yang: "Chief Mu, being greedy is not a good thing."

"Is that so? But I think it's a good thing." Mu Yang's lips curled into a mocking smile.

He didn't care about silver or gold at all; all he wanted to know was whether the demonic aura he had just felt was just an illusion.

As for how to determine that?

"Whoosh!"

To Wang Rudong's astonishment, Mu Yang swiftly brought down his knife.

Wang Shijun's head shot skyward.

Hot blood splattered all over Wang Rudong's face.

"Jun'er!!!"

Wang Rudong let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He never expected that Mu Yang would be so disrespectful, killing his most beloved son, the once-in-a-century prodigy of the Wang family, right in front of him.

"I want you dead!!"

Wang Rudong could no longer suppress the overwhelming killing intent in his heart, and streams of dark red blood energy surged out like a tiger descending a mountain.

Amidst the surging of blood energy, a faint black demonic aura swirled within, emanating a chilling presence.

"That old bastard from the Wang family is definitely up to something!"

As the undisguised dark red aura of blood appeared, Mu Yang finally confirmed that the demonic aura he had just smelled was not an illusion, but was indeed coming from Wang Rudong.

With such a strong demonic aura, this old man must have spent a lot of time with demons, and it's even very likely that the martial arts he practices are related to demons.

That's perfect, no need to waste any effort, the evidence is right there!

"Demonic Bloodline Techniques! Wang Rudong, you actually practiced demonic bloodline techniques, falling into demonic cultivation!!"

A gasp of surprise came from the street.

The people speaking were Xue She and Zhou Heng, who had rushed over.

Seeing Wang Rudong's white hair flying wildly and his blood tinged with dark red, Xue She's expression changed drastically.

He had considered the possibility that Wang Rudong was colluding with demons, but he never expected that the other party would be so bold as to dare to practice evil arts that were explicitly prohibited by the imperial court!

"This secret technique requires the blood of at least a third-tier demon as a catalyst, supplemented by blood pills made from human blood, to cultivate. The cultivation process is extremely cruel, requiring one to frequently consume raw flesh and blood to maintain demonic nature."

"But once mastered, its power is boundless, and its physical strength is comparable to that of a martial artist who has broken through to the Blood Marrow Realm after the second round of tendon and bone tempering. The strength of a single arm can reach 20,000 jin!" Xue She said solemnly as he quickly explained the details of the secret technique that Wang Rudong was cultivating to Mu Yang.

What does it mean to have a single-arm strength of up to 20,000 jin?

It's no exaggeration to say that even if Huang Feng Laoguai didn't use his demon blood magic, he wouldn't be a match for Wang Rudong.

"Twenty thousand jin? That's it, this old bastard actually has such strength!"

Upon hearing Xue She's words, Zhou Heng's face turned pale.

Even at the peak of the Blood Marrow Realm, a single arm can only weigh 10,000 to 20,000 jin, which is twice the strength of an ordinary person at the peak of the Blood Marrow Realm.

How do I fight this?

"Since you're here, then stay here too!" Wang Rudong's eyes, which had somehow turned crimson, swept over Xue She and Zhou Heng, a cruel smile spreading across his lips.

Now that things have come to this, he has nothing left to hide.

The only way is to kill these three people in front of us and then move the Wang family away from Qingxi County. As long as he is still alive, the Wang family will have the right to start over.

"Mu Yang, you take Zhou Heng and go first! I'll hold him off!"

Xue She abruptly drew his longsword from his waist, his tone urgent: "I have a first-class steed in my courtyard. You two ride it and quickly go to the county city to report to the Demon Slayer Bureau!"

"Trying to leave? Too late!"

Wang Rudong roared, his dark red blood energy suddenly surged, and he pounced on Mu Yang, who was closest to him, like a wild beast ready to devour its prey.

He moved extremely fast, and the bluestone slabs under his feet were cracked.

However, when faced with the terrifying Wang Rudong, Mu Yang's handsome face showed no fear; instead, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a step forward and slashing fiercely at the surging dark red blood energy with his broadsword.

The dark red blood energy seemed to have no physical form, but when it struck something, it was as if it had pierced into a quagmire.

Even if an ordinary martial artist possesses exceptional skills, they would be helpless against him.

Unfortunately, the one who wielded the sword was Mu Yang!

"drink!!"

Mu Yang suddenly exerted his strength, and the immense force of his single arm, exceeding 60,000, was transmitted into his blood energy through the blade.

Wang Rudong's expression changed drastically.

Before his incredulous eyes, the Imperial Feather Broadsword continued its relentless slash down at his head.

His proud demonic blood and energy couldn't even withstand Mu Yang's blade.

How is that possible!

Without time to think, Wang Rudong suddenly circulated his blood and qi throughout his body, letting out a roar that sounded inhuman.

"roar--!!"

In an instant, his body swelled up a size, and a layer of blackish-yellow stiff hair grew out of his skin, standing upright like steel needles and tearing his brocade clothes.

This is a characteristic of demonic bloodline external magic; the physical body is transformed into a demon, greatly increasing defensive power!

He crossed his arms in front of him, ready to take Mu Yang's knife head-on.

"Snap!!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking was particularly jarring in the silent night air.

Wang Rudong's arms, covered in stiff hair, were severed at the shoulder by the Imperial Feather Broadsword, just like withered branches!

"ah--!!"

Wang Rudong let out a piercing scream, his entire body being jolted backward by the immense force transmitted from the blade.

He simply couldn't believe that despite his painstaking cultivation of demon blood external techniques, possessing the strength of 20,000 jin in one arm and a defense no less than that of a perfect third-tier demon, he was so utterly vulnerable in front of this young constable!

"We can't win, we have to retreat!!"

Despite having a thousand questions in his mind, Wang Rudong made a decision immediately.

He glanced at Wang Fu, who was already terrified, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He suddenly kicked out, sending Wang Fu hurtling towards Mu Yang.

Mu Yang didn't even lift his eyelids. With a casual wave of his hand, Wang Fu's body was cut in two in mid-air.

Taking advantage of that moment, Wang Rudong turned around and desperately fled into the depths of the Wang family mansion.

He doesn't care about anything else now—the Wang family's legacy, revenge—none of it is as important as his own life.

"Trying to run away?"

Mu Yang's power surged from his feet, his body shooting out with lightning speed, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

Wang Rudong felt the wind whistling behind him, a chill running down his spine, and a coldness spreading through his body.

He abruptly turned around, trying to make a final struggle, but was met with a blinding glint of cold light.

"Pfft!!"

The Royal Feather Broadsword easily cleaved through the stiff fur on his body, cutting down from his shoulder to his waist.

As the bloody aura dissipated, the crimson in Wang Rudong's eyes gradually faded.

On his deathbed, he was filled with resentment:

"If I had more time, more Blood Pills, and could break through to the fourth-tier Qi Condensation Realm, gaining an additional ten thousand jin of strength, wouldn't everything be different...?"

If Mu Yang could hear his inner thoughts, he would tell him with certainty that it wouldn't be any different.