Chapter 5: Slaying

"A Blood Refining fourth heaven trying to plot against me, truly overestimating himself." When Yang Tian saw the black-clothed man's movements, he sneered inwardly. Then he returned to the open space, crossed his legs, and pretended to cultivate.

Not far away, the black-clothed man crept stealthily to the edge of the pool. When he saw Yang Tian sitting there, a cruel smile curled on his face.

"Kid, you offended Fatty Chen, so don't blame me. Blame your bad luck." Seeing Yang Tian cultivating, the black-clothed man chuckled inwardly: "Hehe, I didn't expect you to be worth ten blood stones—enough for me to cultivate for half a year."

To be safe, the black-clothed man took out a small green bottle, uncorked it, and a green mist emerged. He blew it, and the mist drifted into the house.

"Hehe, this bottle of 'Mist of Confusion' cost me a blood stone..."

His gaze fell on Yang Tian, who had collapsed on the ground. The black-clothed man grinned sinisterly and swaggered over.

Sensing a strange fragrance, Yang Tian's head suddenly grew heavy. He tensed inwardly, quickly held his breath, and switched to internal breathing. The faint strange fragrance in his body was directly dispersed by the War Heaven Art.

"Kid, remember to be a good person in your next life. Some people are not to be offended." Looking at Yang Tian's slightly youthful face, the black-clothed man's expression turned icy, and he suddenly burst into arrogant laughter.

Just as he was fantasizing, a crystalline palm struck out violently. Surging blood energy erupted, crimson light rolling, and slammed directly into the black-clothed man's chest!

"How is this possible?" Seeing the attacking palm, the black-clothed man's face changed drastically, but it was too late. The surging blood energy washed over his body.

"Crack!" As the sound of breaking bones rang out, his figure flew like a folded kite and crashed to the ground, rolling several zhang away. The black-clothed man suddenly raised his head, his venomous gaze sweeping over Yang Tian's sneering face, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

How could Yang Tian give him a chance? His figure flickered, and the blood energy in his body surged like a wild horse, his airborne body charging toward the black-clothed man.

"Kid, you tricked me!" The black-clothed man roared, forcibly suppressing his injuries. Facing Yang Tian's fist, he mobilized all his blood energy, and a cyan fist struck toward Yang Tian's fist.

Bang!

Blood energy interwove, bursting with dazzling light. Yang Tian's gaze was cold and sharp. He threw several consecutive punches, each one fierce and unyielding, as if tempering his fist technique. At the same time, the blood energy in Yang Tian's body erupted fully, dense blood energy washing over the black-clothed man.

"Ah—ah—bastard! How can you be at Blood Refining third heaven? Impossible!" The black-clothed man roared repeatedly. The blood energy continuously scoured his body, making him feel as if he were burning. His internal injuries were triggered again, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Yang Tian sneered inwardly, remaining silent. A chilling light gleamed in his eyes. He kept striking with the nameless fist technique, the previously awkward parts gradually becoming smooth and integrated. The more he fought, the braver he became. The War Heaven Art circulated, constantly replenishing the consumed blood energy.

"This won't do, or I'll die here today." The black-clothed man's face twisted. Yang Tian clung to him like a stubborn ghost, leaving him no room to escape.

Clang!

Suddenly, a cyan iron blade appeared in midair. The blade was five feet long, its surface exuding a chill.

Infused with cyan blood energy, the blade suddenly blazed with light. The blade edge was sharp, and a cyan blade aura a foot long spread out, like a bright moon cutting through the air, causing ripples in the surrounding void!

"Kid, die!" The black-clothed man's gaze was venomous. He forcibly activated the weapon, and the blood energy in his body was nearly depleted.

Facing the slashing blade aura, Yang Tian remained unmoved. At that moment, his slightly closed eyes burst with light. All the blood energy in his body converged on his fist, and a small blazing sun appeared on his fist! The energy of this sun was extremely violent, on the verge of exploding.

"Die." Yang Tian sneered. He punched out directly. Crimson light shot into the sky, the sun blasted through countless air currents, shattering the blade aura. Then the sun surged forward, sending the airborne long blade flying, its surface covered with dense cracks!

"Not good." The black-clothed man's face changed drastically. Without hesitation, he fled outward.

"Can you escape?"

Seeing this, Yang Tian snorted. His figure flickered, and his airborne body shifted. He bent his leg and drove his knee toward the black-clothed man's head.

"Crack." The sound of breaking bones rang out. The black-clothed man's head was nearly crushed.

Yang Tian grabbed the black-clothed man and looked at his dying state. He snorted, "Speak, who sent you?"

"You want to know?" The black-clothed man's head was dizzy. His dazed gaze swept over Yang Tian's slightly youthful face. He was suddenly jolted awake and frantically struggled against Yang Tian's grip.

"Stop struggling. Move again, and I'll kill you with one palm." Yang Tian said coldly, tightening his grip.

A suffocating feeling hit him. The black-clothed man's face changed, and he quickly begged for mercy: "Alright, alright, I won't struggle... I won't move."

"Speak, who sent you?"

"I'll tell you, but you must swear not to kill me. Otherwise, even if you beat me to death, I won't tell you." Seeming to grasp a lifeline, the black-clothed man hurriedly said.

"Heh." A cruel smile curled on Yang Tian's face, revealing a row of white teeth. He grinned sinisterly: "I know even if you don't tell me. It's Fatty Chen, isn't it?"

"You... you... how do you know it's him?" The black-clothed man was greatly shocked.

"Hmph, did he send someone to attack my foster father? If you don't speak, I don't mind beating you to death." Yang Tian snorted, a trace of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

"You promised to spare my li—"

Before he could finish, Yang Tian lifted the black-clothed man by the arm, swung him in the air like forging iron, and slammed him heavily to the ground.

Just before hitting the ground, the black-clothed man's pupils suddenly contracted. He screamed, "Stop—I'll talk!"

Thud!

Yang Tian ignored him and slammed the body heavily to the ground. "Crack, crack!" The sound of breaking bones rang out continuously.

"Ah—bastard!"

Screaming in pain, the black-clothed man's entire arm was twisted like a hemp rope, and several ribs were broken.

"Speak or not? Next time, it'll be your head!" Yang Tian's words struck the man's mind like the cold wind of winter.

The black-clothed man couldn't help but shiver. A trace of fear rose in his heart. Seeing the piercing killing intent on Yang Tian's young face, the words slipped out: "He didn't go after your foster father. He just told me to capture you."

"Capture me?" Yang Tian frowned slightly. "What for?"

"I only know he wanted to force your foster father to hand over the Dragon Star Martial Arts Hall. I don't know anything else. I really don't." Seeing Yang Tian frown, the black-clothed man flattered: "Young master, please spare me. I can help you deal with Fatty Chen."

"Help me." Yang Tian raised his head, staring at the black-clothed man's fawning gaze. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Betraying your employer—you deserve death!"

"No, don't kill me."

Thud, thud, thud!

Swinging the body in the air, Yang Tian slammed it heavily to the ground. A scream suddenly exploded. Yang Tian kicked the black-clothed man's head. The impact force spewed out, plowing a ten-zhang trench in the ground.

Blood and bone splattered.