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In the darkness of the night, there was no trace of light. The endless darkness was like the descent of a Satan.

The wind howled, and the battle continued.

Three of the blades on his body had cut deeply into his flesh, but he did not show any expression of pain. Instead, it was as if he was smiling, but every time he laughed, he would just pull out the spindle, causing him unbearable pain. Looking at Zuo Qiang, he said with some difficulty, "I can be considered to have died in your hands as well. With your current courage, in the future, you will definitely cause others to tremble in fear."

He just stared at Zuo Qiang, and in the end, he actually stabbed the blade that Zuo Qiang had stabbed into his chest with all his might.

"Sect Master …"

Many people from the Battle Soul Sect exclaimed in surprise as they all gathered beside Xue Lin's corpse.

Zuo Qiang looked at Xue Lin's falling body and said with a cold voice, "It's a pity that you can't see the future. Northern Anhui will tremble with his arrival." However, it was a pity that the formidable young master, Xue Lin, could no longer hear it.

Seeing that Xue Lin had died, the subordinate shouted: "Kill him! Take revenge for me!" As he spoke, he raised his blade to kill Zuo Qiang, who was frowning on the ground. The members of the War Soul Gang behind him also seemed to have forgotten the terrifying power of Zuo Qiang. They brandished their blades and charged forward.

Zuo Qiang picked up the blade beside him, stood up and started fighting with the Battle Soul gang members.

Instantly, the originally quiet street was filled with the thunderous sound of people fighting and killing each other. The sound of swords clanging against each other resounded in the street, followed by miserable screams. On this deserted street in the center of the city, there was a hand-to-hand fight that was hard to see again.

People were playing in the bustling city, so they didn't know what was happening around them. The city's clamor had already covered up the noise. In this world, there was no one who could stop these desperately bloodthirsty young men from playing their 'favorite' game.

The chaotic battle went on for a long time, and who knew how many people had escaped, but those who hadn't fled from the Battle Soul Sect were either dead or seriously injured. Zuo Qiang had already made up his mind that he would pay the price of blood to tell those blissful and gentle people in Northern Anhui, that his arrival would lead to a bloody baptism in Northern Anhui.

The martial arts world was a bloody place. If you were afraid of bleeding, then you shouldn't walk the martial arts world, and you shouldn't hang around the martial arts world. This was a game that people with anemia couldn't afford to play.

The blood continued to flow, as if it was going to turn the entire area into a red color, and the blood would flow like a river. From this night onwards, Xue Lin and his gang, Battle Soul Gang, were completely eliminated in the Northern Anhui region.

Standing in front of a medium-sized nightclub in the southern part of the city, the lips of a handsome yet evil and mysterious youth slowly curled up.

My nightmares come from you, my butcher knife comes from you, my life changes from you. Tonight, I, who have already recovered, want to use you to swear my rise to the world. Ignorant and fearless people, use your blood to pay tribute to my slaughter knife! Let this chaotic world tremble under the influence of this blood!

At the "Polaris Nightclub", people were moving around. The weak pink light from inside shined on the wide dining room. The place was filled with noise. The huge sound box's roar was unbearable to the ears.

Some men and women were wearing fashionable outfits, and were crazily dancing in the hall. The blonde girls frantically wiggled their round buttocks and shook their explosive hair. This was a place that drove young people crazy.

At this moment, the wine hall was filled with people coming to amuse themselves. The nouveau riche, the ordinary office workers, the white-collared employees of the suits and collars, the business owners, and so on. The day's tiring work finally ended, and they all liked to relax their tense nerves.

However, what was astonishing was that in this crowded restaurant, there was no telling which family the child belonged to. To be exact, it was a youth. He was handsome and extraordinary. His nose was straight and straight, with a curved red lip under it. The line was clear, the lips were thin, and the taste would be cool and refreshing, like a cold watermelon. There was a small shallow vortex under his lower lip. He just sat there quietly in a corner, with a faint smile on his face, which was very eye-catching.

"You're here." After an unknown period of time, an extremely ordinary-looking young man who looked to be slightly older than him walked in front of the youth.

The young man nodded towards the young man who was sitting on the sofa. With an emotionless face, he said coldly: "He did not disappoint the young lord. It seems like the young lord was not mistaken about him."

When the youth heard this, he maintained his mysterious smile as he slowly said, "Because I saw his boiling blood and his hell-like eyes."

"Sit down. This is the wine I ordered for you." The seemingly student pointed at the empty seat beside him, and said to the very respectful young man in front of him. Before the young man could say anything, the young man had already stood up. When the young man saw this, he hurriedly asked, "Young Master, where are you going?"

The youth mysteriously smiled as his eyes glanced at the sparse number of people on the enormous dance floor. He slowly said, "I haven't relaxed for a long time. I'll go warm up." With that, he laughed and walked quickly to the dance floor, imitating Michael Jackson's signature movements. He began to walk on the spot like a robot, his perfect stiffness making him seem like a heavy robot moving slowly.

Slowly, the crowd around the young man dispersed to watch his performance. When he glided backwards on his feet, the crowd began to cheer him on. His fluid movements were comparable to the steps of some of the senior dancers. The female could not help but shriek loudly. Under the light of the lantern, the youth's originally handsome face now had an adorable look, causing one's heart to be captivated.

The young man watched the young man dance on the original stage with a knowing smile on his face. He sat on the comfortable sofa and began to drink the expensive wine.

The next day, a city in the north of Anhui Province was shocked. Dozens of corpses were found on the most remote street in the center of the city. Nearly a hundred people with varying injuries were also lying unconscious on the ground, moaning in pain.

The citizens who were discovered early in the morning were shocked for a long time before they screamed out loud. They immediately ran away trembling and called the 110 police. The 110 patrolmen who rushed over were also frightened by this spectacular scene. The morning air that was supposed to be fresh and fresh was now filled with the thick smell of blood.

By the time they called for an ambulance and cleaned up the streets, it was already noon. The local government immediately understood the seriousness of the situation. They completely sealed off the news, not allowing the reporters to report the real situation. Otherwise, even the people who ate the country's food would not be able to live a good life. While sealing off the news, they continued to investigate. No matter what, they had to give an explanation to the citizens.

Although most of the news had been sealed off by them, this time, the impact on time was too great. Many citizens had personally witnessed this event, so how could they cover their mouths? Therefore, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. They had no choice but to investigate more and give the citizens an explanation.

The water that had been used to clean the street was all red. Even after cleaning the street that looked like it had been dyed in blood, there was still a low and deep smell of blood left in the air. No one knew how long it would be before anyone dared to walk on this path. This was because very few people were willing to walk on blood.

Although things had been forcefully suppressed by the police, the residents were still panicking. The timid residents had already entered the night, so they hid at home, no longer going out, entertaining, or meeting friends … In their eyes, no matter how strong their own forces were, there was no guarantee that they would be able to completely evacuate the gang overnight without alerting the other gangs and police, not to mention the frightening Battle Soul Gang.

In the east of a certain city.

This was a luxurious villa with an area of more than 5000 mu. Not only was the area vast, but there were also trees and streams, gardens and gardens scattered all over the place. Not only was the environment quiet and serene, there was also the feeling of science and technology.

Although this was a place where the prices of the houses in the city were quite expensive, and the luxurious and quiet villas were even more expensive, but even so, they were all ordered out before this huge group of villas was built. Furthermore, those qualified to compete for the rights to purchase were either high officials of the city or wealthy families.

As night fell and the sun rose, a red Mercedes-Benz stopped at the entrance to the villa. After handing a pass to the guard, the guard quickly let the car in.

The car quickly stopped in front of a villa of an ancient style. The mysterious young man walked straight in with a document in his hand.

"Interesting, as expected of his son, a tiger father without a dog son. I never thought that he would have already extended his hand towards that direction. It seems like there will be a bloody storm there. " The mysterious young man, also known as the Palace Master, said to himself with a faint smile as he held onto the document the mysterious person had given him.

"Then what does Asgard Master mean?" The mysterious person beside him hinted.

"Let's not worry about him first. If necessary, we can secretly help our Lord. Perhaps, this person might be of use to us in the future." The mysterious youth was calm and collected, as if everything in the world was in his hands.

The mysterious man looked at the confident Palace Master in front of him, his heart filled with reverence and reverence. To him, this seemingly young Palace Master was an extremely terrifying figure, and there was nothing that he couldn't accomplish.

Who was that young man who was dancing wildly in the nightclub? Why was he so arrogant? What was his purpose? And who was that mysterious Palace Master? Who was the mysterious Palace Master talking about? Who was his son? What was behind all this?