"Don't even try to escape, because when I know you're here, you're already dead!"

Under the cover of night, a young man weaved through a patch of overgrown grass like an electric current. Behind him lay a scene of carnage: freshly painted crimson corpses strewn haphazardly across the ground. The air reeked with the sickening stench of blood.

He was clad in a black cloak, wearing a ghastly mask that revealed only a pair of jet-black pupils. His gaze was fixed intently on the man atop the island peak.

The man is the leader of Hell!

Hell is one of the world's most notorious underground organizations, infamous for its evil deeds and universally condemned.

And this unnamed sea island is the headquarters of Hell.

At this moment, the entire island resembled a human hell, an eerie silence reigned except for the young man's voice echoing through it.

"Jigokuzō and the Ten Dragon Halls have no grievances against each other. Why are you attacking us?"

A man in a red cape stood at the top of the island, emanating a terrifying aura, his face contorted with rage and shock.

Anger, because the youth just killed one hundred and twenty-eight people at the Purgatory headquarters.

One man slays hundreds, not a drop of blood stains him.

This broke his heart!

He was surprised because he recognized the visitor.

Ominous expression.

This is the symbol of the Dragon's Hall Master!

The Dragon's Den is an organization that was born four years ago and does not belong to any country.

In just four years, Zhanlong Hall transformed from an obscure small force into a formidable presence that struck fear into the hearts of all underground forces worldwide.

All this is because, in just the past four years, Zhanlong Hall has eliminated eight underground forces.

There are two factions that possess warriors of god-level strength!

Decades ago, global martial arts began to revive and are now flourishing. The number of martial artists has increased, but those who can reach the level of a war god are few and far between.

The God of War, is the existence standing at the peak of martial arts on this planet!

The astonishing achievements of the Zhanlong Hall have made people realize that the hall master is a god-tier powerhouse and the best in this field, thus earning him the title of Ghostface War God.

Being the leader of Purgatory, a man in a red cloak, doesn't think he is stronger than those two deceased war gods.

Especially after hearing what the young man just said!

Twenty years ago, Ye Jinmei, a special forces soldier from the Longguo Army, was assassinated while in labor. Her comrades fought bravely to hold off the attackers, buying her enough time to give birth safely.

After the child was born, he only took a look and gave it to his comrade, letting the comrade escape with the child.

Yet, facing the assassins, he fought until his death!

At that time, her husband Jiang Zhan was fighting valiantly on the battlefield, determined to end the war as soon as possible so he could return home to his wife and newborn child.

As a result, Jiang Zhan returned victorious from battle only to find his wife dead.

The young man continued to move forward, slowly opening his mouth, his voice low and hoarse.

With every word he uttered, the murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger.

"This has nothing to do with hell, you've got the wrong person!"

The man in the red cloak was shaken, but he desperately fought to control his inner terror.

Twenty years ago, Jiang Zhan rushed back to Yanjing from the border. Alone, with a single blade, he slaughtered every dog of the Zhao family, leaving none alive. Only you, Zhao Qian, escaped abroad!

The young man stopped, murderous intent in his eyes, staring at Zhao Qin as if he were already dead. "Four years ago, I founded the Zhanlong Hall and fought in the underground world all to find you!"

"Who...who are you?"

The man in the red cloak, hearing this, was completely panicked.

Zhao Qian, that is his real name, but he hasn't used it for twenty years.

To be precise, he wouldn't dare use that name!

And the reason he had been living in obscurity for the past twenty years was because of the very thing that the young man mentioned.

That incident shocked not only Longguo but the entire world at the time!

Because that Jiang Zhan man, was once the youngest God of War in the world!

Even if Jiang Zhan died, Zhao Qian had ten thousand reasons to believe that if his true identity was exposed, someone would definitely find him within twenty-four hours and send him to meet the King of Hell to discuss life!

"Surname Jiang, nameless!"

Jiang Wuming replied coldly, slowly taking off his ghost mask, revealing a resolute face that belied his age. His face was filled with anger and killing intent, "A warrior protects his home and country, fighting on the battlefield, but among those he protects, there are people who raise their swords against his wife and children—the Zhao family! They shall be punished!"

"You... you are Jiang Zhan's son? This... impossible! You are only twenty years old, how is it possible to be a God of War level powerhouse?"

The proclamation of Jiang Wuming echoed in his ear, and with the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar look on Jiang Wuming's face, Zhao Qian seemed to have seen a ghost, stammering helplessly.

Is that possible?

Whew!

Responding to Zhao Qian was a sound that pierced the void.

Jiang Wuming's killing intent surged, like a ghost, he instantly swept to Zhao Qian's front and punched out.

In an instant, his true energy surged madly to his right arm, converging in his right fist, radiating a terrifying energy wave, imbued with intense anger and killing intent, toward Zhao Qian!

Zhao Qian's face changed, he was too late to dodge, immediately his hands turned into palms, pushing forward, like a gate, blocking in front of him.

Palm strike fist.

At this moment, Zhao Qian utilized his combat instinct and experience of life-or-death struggles to the extreme, countering with the renowned Baguazhang of the Dragon Kingdom martial arts world.

Boom—

With a clash of fists, Zhao Qian's palms exploded directly. Then, his mouth was struck by Jiang Wuming's iron fist, collapsing in an instant. The entire person flew backwards, blood mixed with internal organs spraying from his mouth.

"This... this can't be..."

Zhao Qin, like a kite with its string cut, drifted down in the wind. His pale face was etched with disbelief.

There is no god of war under thirty years old.

This was once the consensus of the global martial arts world.

Back then, Jiang Zhan was twenty-eight years old and a war god, creating legends in the global martial arts world!

Right now, for the War God-level powerhouse Zhao Qian, he was almost instantly killed by Jiang Wuming who was only twenty years old!

This... completely overturned Zhao Qian's understanding of martial arts!

"Mother, the last remnants of the Zhao family have been eradicated. Rest in peace in the underworld."

As if in response to Zhao Qian, Jiang Wuming closed his eyes slightly and spoke softly.

Bang!

As Jiang Wuming's words fell, Zhao Qian heavily collapsed to the ground, curled up like a dead dog, convulsing violently and constantly vomiting. He was clearly on the verge of death.

Jiang Wuming put on the ghost mask again, no longer looking at Zhao Qian, and turned away directly.

"You… you mongrel! Though your martial arts talent is astonishing, you are the son of Jiang Zhan. As long as you defy me, you will surely die a miserable death – you'll end up like Jiang Zhan, buried with our Zhao family!"

Zhao Qian turned back, gazed at Jiang Wuming's departing figure, and suddenly burst into a sinister grin.

Jiang Wuming's footsteps came to a halt. He suddenly turned, his eyes like daggers, sweeping towards Zhao Qin.

Immediately, before Jiang Wuming could ask a question, Zhao Qian's smile stiffened on his face, and then his head tilted at an awkward angle, he died completely.

Looking at Zhao Qian's corpse, and recalling Zhao Qian's words just now, Jiang Wuming frowned slightly, remained silent for a few seconds, then turned, his form flickering, rapidly dashing towards a helicopter waiting on the beach.

Inside the helicopter, a young boy with short hair sat in the co-pilot's seat, his eyes gleaming with intense excitement as they sped past Jiang Wuming.

"Master, where shall we go now?"

When Jiang Wuming boarded the helicopter, the short-haired boy respectfully asked Jiang Wuming for instructions, the fiery look in his eyes replaced by reverence.

That respect, carved into the soul!

"Return to headquarters."

Jiang Wuming gave his instructions and then leaned back in his chair, appearing to be resting his eyes, but he was actually recalling Zhao Qian's last words.

One hour later, when the helicopter carrying Jiang Wuming flew out of the area covered by the natural magnetic field near the island, the satellite phone in the helicopter rang.

"Please speak."

The short-haired boy glanced at the satellite phone and, upon seeing that it was a call from Tianying, the person in charge of Zhanlong Hall, answered.

"Little Yao, is the Lord of the Manor here?"

The hawk opened its mouth and spoke, its words filled with respect for the child.

All of this is because of a young man named Dongfang Xiao Yao. At only eighteen years old, he possesses terrifying strength. In the Zhanlong Hall, his power ranks second only to Jiang Wuming, and he is Jiang Wuming's absolute confidant.

"Tian Ying, what's the matter?"

Jiang Wuming opened his eyes and asked.

"Master, the Zheng family of Gui Shan in Long Country is threatening and forcing Su Shiyun to marry. I reported this to you as soon as I received the news, but I couldn't contact you or Little Yao. So, I had Xing Tian bring people over first..."

On the phone, Tian Ying's heart jumped to her throat instantly. She immediately reported the situation, without any hesitation in between.

Because he deeply remembered Jiang Wuming's words: "Members of Zhanlong Hall are not allowed to set foot in Longguo, but there is one exception - if Su Shiyin and her mother are in trouble!"

"Little Yao, go to the Dragon Country!"

Jiang Wuming directly interrupted Tianying's words, a terrifying killing intent instantly surging from him.

"Yes, Lord!"

Dongfang Xiao Yao immediately took the order and boosted the helicopter's speed to its maximum.

Jiang Wuming squinted his eyes, gazing at the pitch-black sky. His mind was completely occupied by an image of a child.

The child wore a watercolor ink painting cheongsam and a pair of black leather shoes, with two braids styled like sheep horns. Her dimple was so adorable, she looked like a little fairy.

When he was little, he was a sickly child. Every time his mother finished making medicine, she would watch him and coax him to drink it all up, then tell him: "Wuming, don't worry, as long as you keep drinking the medicine, you'll become as healthy as me and never get sick again."

Whenever he was bullied by the Su family children, he would fiercely roll up his sleeves, clench his fists, and protect him like an old mother protecting her child.

Every time the child receives delicious food from elders, he would stuff it into his mouth and lie that he had already eaten it. Then, he would pretend to be humble and watch him eat with a sly smile.

Twelve years ago today.

In order to make his son recover as soon as possible, the old master of the Su family used a precious medicine bought for thousands of gold to give him. Afterwards, he was discovered by the old master of the Su family and beaten unconscious.

The childlike rhyme, she is his sister.

It's not a relative.

But closer than kin!

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