Jiang Chen didn't spare Xue Sha a glance.
His footwork blurred, pushing his Flowing Light Phantom Step to its limits. In a flash, his figure vanished—reappearing beside another Blood Evil Gang member.
Crack!
The man didn't even scream before collapsing, lifeless, to the ground.
Xue Sha's bloodshot eyes widened.
Too fast!
Even with his speed pushed to the extreme, he couldn't catch up. All he could do was watch as Jiang Chen cut down his men one after another.
In less than a few minutes, the gang's elite were reduced to corpses littering the forest floor. None survived.
"Good… very good!"
Xue Sha's voice shook with rage as he stared at Jiang Chen. "Boy, if you can walk out of Xuancang Mountain alive today, I'll write my name backward!"
This wasn't anger—it was humiliation.
Since founding the Blood Evil Gang and dominating Cangshan City, Xue Sha had never suffered such devastation.
He didn't care who this boy was anymore. Jiang Wuya's son or not, Jiang Chen had to pay in blood.
"Blood Fiend Fist!"
Xue Sha roared, his Qi Refining Realm energy erupting violently.
His right arm twisted, his fist coiling like a viper before launching forward. A dazzling crimson radiance enveloped his arm, compressing into a massive blood‑red phantom fist—over a meter long—floating before him like a solid mass of killing intent.
"Die!"
He hurled it at Jiang Chen like a meteor.
The ground quaked beneath the impact.
But Jiang Chen's expression remained unshaken.
"Azure Dragon Sky‑Breaking Fist."
His right fist blazed with silver‑white light, roaring like a dragon.
The two fists collided midair.
Boom!
The crimson energy shuddered, cracking like shattered glass before disintegrating entirely, dispersing into drifting motes of blood‑colored light.
The shockwave rippled back toward Xue Sha, sending him staggering.
He dropped to one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His vision swam.
"You… who are you…?" Xue Sha rasped, his voice trembling.
The blow had shaken him to his core. The young man's punch wasn't just stronger than his Blood Fiend Fist—it was on par with a Mid‑Tier Profound‑rank Martial Technique.
And that aura—this youth had already reached the ninth layer of Qi Refining Realm!
Even Lin Yu, the so‑called number one genius of Cangshan City's Lin family, couldn't compare.
Jiang Chen's voice cut through the silence like a blade: "The current head of the Jiang family—Jiang Chen."
He stepped forward, his shadow falling over Xue Sha.
"I told you… after today, there will be no Blood Evil Gang in Cangshan City."
Jiang Chen vanished and reappeared before him in a blink, his fist cocked for the final blow.
"Stop—Patriarch Jiang!"
Xue Sha's voice cracked with panic. He scrambled backward, his hands raised. "I—I surrender! I'm willing to serve you! Please… spare my life!"
His heart pounded like a drum. The youth before him was no less terrifying than Jiang Wuya in his prime. If he didn't submit now, his corpse would decorate this mountain.
Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed. "And why should I trust you?"
Xue Sha's face twisted desperately. "I… I have a secret technique—one that can enslave myself to you. Once I use it, my life and death will be in your hands!"
With shaking fingers, he pulled a tightly‑bound scroll from his robe and held it out.