Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Hu Haiwang pressed one arm to the ground, struggling to prop himself up, then knelt down and kowtowed several times.

He could even see his father's back, trembling slightly, clearly also enduring immense grief.

"puff--!"

Hu Haiwang decisively channeled his Qi, using his finger as a blade to pierce through the chest. His heart shattered instantly, and he collapsed to the ground dead.

........

Wang family.

Upon receiving the intelligence, a family meeting was convened overnight. It was a dimly lit hall, and those seated there were all highly respected elders of the Wang family.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the head of the Wang family got straight to the point and said after a moment's thought:

"Uncles and elders, I can't make up my mind about this. Should we get involved?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than an elder gave a cold, eerie laugh:

"Secret Painting and Divine Painting have always been the two major schools of painting, especially Dou Ruchang. Although he is the third-in-command of Secret Painting, he is the real deal. His skills are far more formidable than those of the head and second-in-command of Secret Painting."

"Since Dou Ruchang has delivered himself right to our doorstep, how can we let this opportunity pass us by?"

"Take this opportunity to blunt their arrogance, and ideally, crush them so they can never recover."

"At that time, in the world of supernatural beings, only my Wang family will be dominant in the painting and painting lineage. After a few decades, when the secret painting lineage declines, we will find another opportunity to annex them and seize their methods."

Another elder, hidden in the shadows, puffed on a pipe, exhaling wisps of smoke, and said with satisfaction:

“We wanted to deal with him before, but we didn’t have the chance. Now this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and we can’t afford to miss it.”

"Besides, you have to handle this matter well, beautifully. Even if it goes too far, the reason for befriending Quanxing is there, and no one in the world will dare to say anything against us."

"In addition, if we show the San Yi Sect that we're going to be ruthless, we might be able to win them over."

"If any talented children in the clan are sent to our sect for cultivation in the future, our Wang family will definitely make a profit with this connection."

The old foxes in the Wang family were very shrewd in their calculations. In a clan with a long and distinguished lineage like this, the head of the family does not have the highest decision-making power when there are important decisions. They need to consult with the elders of the clan, consider the risks, benefits, and safety, and then make a corresponding strategy.

This is why they have been able to endure through the ages. Compared to the change of dynasties, the lifespan of aristocratic families is much longer, often starting from hundreds of years or even thousands of years.

As long as they don't make repeated serious mistakes, it's difficult for them to decline.

The Wang family patriarch listened to the suggestions of his uncles and elders. His eyes were sinister, and he smiled cruelly: "Fine."

“Since you uncles and elders are supporting me, I’ll take care of this. I’m determined to take Dou Ruchang’s life.”

"I'd like to see what outrageous excuse this idiot will use to explain himself to his followers and everyone in the circle."

Chapter 189 Action

The silver moon hangs high.

In a town in the south, inside a traditional medicine hall that uses the Three-Pronged Fire Needle technique, an old, reprimanding voice rang out.

A tall, slender figure, entirely composed of gray mist, waited silently at the corner of the street, its cold and sharp eyes locking onto the building area where its target was located.

About 45 minutes later, Sun Renfang, who was still arguing with his elders, endured the pedantic curses and quickened his pace without looking back. He rushed out of the pharmacy and disappeared into the dark night, preparing to keep his appointment early and lay low for a while.

After walking several hundred meters along the alley, suddenly, a foreigner dressed in a black suit appeared out of nowhere, holding a dark gold dagger, walking slowly like a butcher slaughtering livestock.

Sun Renfang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. A terrifying aura filled the entire narrow alley. In just an instant, he knew that the newcomers were up to no good.

run!

Almost half a second before he could react, his body, threatened with death, instinctively raised its hand and flicked its fingers to shoot out a dense barrage of quenched silver needles.

"Boom!!!"

Will flashed past like a ghost, his speed so fast that Sun Renfang's eyes couldn't even catch him. He closed in and suddenly grabbed Sun Renfang's throat with his left hand, slamming him against the wall.

"Pfft!"

As the wall collapsed, Sun Renfang nearly suffocated. His vision blurred, and he could clearly feel the broken and dented bricks on his back. It even felt like his spine was about to break.

"call out--!"

A cold glint flashed, and his right arm, which he was so proud of, was sliced ​​diagonally into his shoulder bone by Will's dagger. Blood splattered, and with a slight arc, it was forever severed from his body.

"what!!!"

A mournful wail echoed through the streets and alleys. Will stared at the arm with faint ink marks on the ground, paying little attention. He took out a snow-white silk handkerchief with his right hand and casually wiped the dirty blood off the dagger.

"You...you...to me...."

Sun Renfang felt as if the skin in front of his throat was burning, and his flesh was rotting inch by inch. The excruciating pain in his nerves made it impossible for him to keep his mind calm.

Will ignored him, said nothing more, and turned to leave. Any enemy he touched had no special antidote and could only wait to die on the spot.

This is the first battle of the hunt.

Several hours later, Liao Tianlin of the Jiyun Society was confined to his cell by his master. Suddenly, he was terrified. He saw that the mud walls were seeping out a grayish-brown mist.

"Who?!"

Liao Tianlin's weapons were all removed. He realized something was wrong and tried to shout for help, but his body went limp and he couldn't muster any strength.

"Cough cough!!"

Fear gripped Liao Tianlin's mind; his body temperature soared to 45 degrees Celsius, his eyes became bloodshot, and he struggled to breathe.

"Who...are you?"

Through his blurred vision, Liao Tianlin could vaguely make out a sickly white face.

"Pfft!"

Will swung his knife down, precisely severing the prey's right arm. To his surprise, the monkey's right wrist bore traces of some kind of liquid, consistent with the ones he had hunted before. This might be a good clue.

"what!!!"

Welton, annoyed by the noise, casually slit his throat, completing the assassination. His body once again turned into gray mist and disappeared, while the corpses with their heads rolling on the ground began to rot and decay.

When the disciples of Jiyun Society who were in charge of guarding the place arrived, they were horrified by what they saw. Their senior brother, who had been full of energy not long ago, was now nothing but a pool of rotten, foul-smelling filth.

"啕——"

The disciple could not bear it any longer; stomach acid rushed to his throat, and he began to vomit uncontrollably.

The next day.

Sun Renfang and Liao Tianlin's bodies were never found, and news of their deaths spread like wildfire. Many sect leaders realized that someone was already secretly taking action and accelerating the pursuit of their traitorous disciples.

Will successfully intercepted the fleeing Ding Dali before evening. This strong man, who practiced external martial arts, was physically imposing. A fierce battle was about to break out, but it ended in a short while.

As the sun set at dusk, Ding Dali was barely alive. His tendons and veins had been severed, and he could only lie on the ground, panting like a fish out of oxygen.

"Tell me the purpose of the ink stains on your arm, and I can give you a quick death."

Will said calmly and coldly, his tuxedo spotless. He couldn't even muster the interest to take this opponent seriously.

"Pah...you foreign devil...even if you beg me, you'll never find out!"

Ding Dali lay in a pool of blood, his life force slowly ebbing away. He was on the verge of death, but he didn't care at all.

"It's ok."

Will released his right foot from the head and said confidently:

"I think your wife and children, your relatives and friends, should know."

The devilish whispers caused Ding Dali's face to change drastically, and he showed a painful struggle.

In a moment of distraction, Will had already walked a good ten feet away, showing no sign of stopping.

"Do not!!"

"No!! I'm telling you, you...you come back!!"

Ding Dali pleaded hysterically, utterly terrified. This ruthless executioner, if he were to break into the sect, would cause rivers of blood to flow.

"Da...da....da..."

Will ignored them, neither quickening nor slowing his pace. The so-called threat was nothing but a lie; if the monkeys behind him didn't obey, he would simply hunt down the next one.

"Please... come back... I'll help you find them!!"

No matter how much Ding Dali shouted, Will continued forward. The desperate man crawled desperately, leaving a long trail of blood. In his final moments of lucidity, he reached the front in one breath and anxiously said:

"I...I'm telling you...stop..."

"Ink marks are... the secret manifesto of the Secret Painting, a means of communication. I'll call the others over for you..."

While the governor of Versailles was interrogating him, he looked down indifferently at the burly man at his feet and said, "You only have one chance."

"If you want to play tricks, I will respect your choice; as a price, all your loved ones will cease to exist."

Ding Dali was still in shock when he saw Will standing still. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, gathered his Qi at his fingertips, and wrote his current location on his wrist, asking his sworn brothers and sisters for help.

"Look... I've finished writing..."

"They've received the message too...they're coming...it will take time...please...don't drag me into this..."

Ding Dali spoke intermittently, his voice growing softer and softer. He had lost too much blood and could not hold on for more than half a minute before collapsing and dying.

Will hadn't expected the ink marks to have this effect, so he was too lazy to continue the pursuit and simply waited there for the enemy to come to him. He didn't even bother to deal with the corpse, leaving it to be exposed to the sun and rain.

Two full days passed, and on the morning of the third day, seven weary figures arrived. When they saw the gruesome corpse being pecked at by a flock of crows, they were all enraged, their eyes wide with fury.

“Fifth Brother!!!”

"Damn it! Who did this?!"

"Damn it, I will never let him get away with this."

Of the thirty-six sworn brothers, only seven remained after the few who died tragically, having come to Ding Dali's aid in response to his plea for help.

Zhang Xuan of the Ink Sect, Hao Wencai of the Natural Sect, Zhao Pingshan and Zhao Tianhai of the Heavenly Craft Hall, Liu Wang of the Leakless Vajra, Zhang Gui of the Hundred Herbs Hall, and Huang Fang of the Red Flower Immortal.

This was Wel's new prey. Amidst the billowing gray mist, his figure appeared beside the corpse, startling the crows, which took flight.

"You all arrived a bit late, and it's a pity your friends didn't get to see you."

"It was you... who did this?!"

The crowd was filled with shock and anger, and became extremely vigilant. The murderer had appeared so brazenly; there was no guarantee that there might be an ambush nearby.

"Okay, I'll take you to see him right away."

Will stared at the seven men with interest. There weren't many, but they were enough for him to kill, and it would be nice to have some fun.

Chapter 190 Meeting of All Sects

"Arrogant! You harmed my fifth brother and now you want to hurt my brothers."

Liu Wang was so angry that his eyes widened. Both Wulou Vajra and the Golden Body Old Man were sects that focused on physical cultivation and had been on good terms for generations.

Before they became sworn brothers, he and Ding Dali were already good friends. After seeing the rotting corpse, he felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer, and his brain was buzzing. He wanted nothing more than to tear the murderer apart.

"Come and die!"

"Go together!"

Hao Wencai and the Ping Shan brothers, both with angry expressions, each used their own methods; the former was a martial arts practitioner, and his movements were as agile as a leopard, while the latter was a weapon refiner, and each took out several of their natal magical artifacts.

"Tell me, who sent you here!"

Liu Wang led three men to surround Weir. His face was as angry as a Vajra, and golden Qi emanated from his body, swirling around his thick limbs, exuding a frenzied aura.

The other three, including Zhang Xuan, a mechanic, held a cold iron crossbow and aimed it at Will's vitals to prevent his enemy from escaping.

As for Huang Fang and Zhang Gui, they were both pharmacists who were not good at fighting and could only stand by and assist.

"You think you're worthy of being yelled at by me?"

Will's laughter was joyful and unrestrained. Even though he was surrounded, he remained calm. A gray-brown mist hung down from his right hand, engulfing the dark gold dagger.

The crowd's faces were grim and filled with murderous intent. They were about to subdue the demon when they were horrified by what happened next.

"Gurgle!!!"

A thick, almost liquid gray fog boiled wildly behind Will, from which one after another ugly, grotesque skull emerged, emitting terrifying wails.

"boom!"