"People do not offend me, and I do not offend people; but if someone offends me, I shall kill them!"
"Third uncle, there’s no need for you to handle this matter. You just need to take care of the aftermath once Flame Gate is eliminated,"
After finishing his words, Xiao Yifeng hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Han’s eyes flickered, and he couldn’t help but sigh.
Inside the Xiao Family hall.
Xiao Han returned here and recounted the events to Xiao Yuanshan.
Xiao Yuanshan’s expression instantly changed and he said, "How could he be so reckless? It’s not something he can just decide to extinguish, and it’s far too dangerous. Xiao Han, you must immediately take a few Honored Offerers of the Xiao Family and go to protect him. He must not come to any harm."
At that moment, Xiao Ding walked in, his voice deep and firm.
"What do you disagree with?"
Xiao Yuanshan’s gaze turned to Xiao Ding.
"Father, this kid has already been expelled from the Xiao Family, and his name has been removed from our clan’s registry. We shouldn’t continue to help him. Besides, Flame Gate has the Fiery Flame Sect behind it, and our Xiao Family cannot afford to offend them lightly,"
Xiao Ding stated each point.
"Xiao Ding, do you know what you’re saying? He is the only bloodline of your second brother. Although he has been expelled from the Xiao Family, the bond of blood is thicker than water, and that cannot be changed."
"Your second brother may no longer be with us, and I cannot let his only bloodline meet with misfortune. Moreover, the decision to expel them from Xiao Family was entirely orchestrated by your dear wife Situ Yan, don’t think I don’t know that,"
Xiao Yuanshan’s expression was severe as he sternly chided.
"Alright, Father, please don’t be angry. Our Xiao Family isn’t suited to handle this matter, but I’ll keep a close eye on it. I won’t let anyone harm Little Feng!"
"Hmm, go then. You must ensure his safety!"
Xiao Yuanshan nodded.
The expression on Xiao Ding’s face became extremely ugly, the coldness in his eyes flickering menacingly.
As time ticked by, the sun set in the west, and night quickly fell over China.
In Northern China, a bustling economic city, there was a high-class entertainment club that served as Flame Gate’s stronghold in the area, pulling together over a hundred of Flame Gate’s people.
At some unknown time, a group of men dressed in dark green clothes, with Swiss army knives at their waists, military boots on their feet, and black gloves on their hands appeared. They were the Zhan Huang mercenaries, led by Dahu.
Two Flame Gate guards outside the club eyed the group, just about to speak, when two Zhan Huang mercenaries charged them, swinging their Swiss army knives and swiftly slashing their throats.
The two guards fell to the ground with wide-open eyes.
Dahu led his men directly inside, bellowing, "Anyone not from Flame Gate, get out!"
With Dahu’s furious shout, and the daunting presence of the group behind him, the entire club was alarmed, and all the patrons playing there scattered in fear.
"Who are you people? How dare you come to a Flame Gate stronghold and cause trouble!"
At that moment, the person in charge of this Flame Gate location appeared, fixing his cold gaze on Dahu as he spoke, with a gathering of Flame Gate’s people converging.
Dahu’s body shot out explosively, appearing instantaneously in front of his opponent, and a ferocious punch thundered forward, unleashing a terrifying force.
With a bang, the head of the Flame Gate’s person in charge burst open like a watermelon, blood mixed with brain matter spraying all over Dahu’s face, adding to his fearsome appearance.
"Kill, don’t leave a single one!"
Dahu commanded coldly.
As his voice fell, slaughter ensued!
Ten minutes later, Dahu walked out with a group of Zhan Huang mercenaries cloaked in murder and splattered with fresh blood. The club too fell into fiery destruction, along with the charred remains of the hundreds of Flame Gate members.
At the same moment, similar incidents unfolded in many cities to the north.
Dahu, Erhu, Lin Mu, Luo Yun, Lei Bao, An Ying, and others led squads of the Zhan Huang mercenaries to launch devastating strikes against the Flame Gate’s strongholds in these cities, wrecking them completely.
That night, the entire north became restless. Observant individuals would notice that many entertainment clubs in these cities were ablaze. These were locales where the Flame Gate held sway, and the fires were set to eradicate the evidence.
On this occasion, Xiao Yifeng was determined to utterly eradicate the Flame Gate and had called over most of his overseas forces.
In the north, Dragon City.
Xiao Yifeng, with the Blood Rakshasa, Cold Edge, Kuang Shi, and a host of Zhan Huang members, arrived here.
Among them, one figure was particularly eye-catching. This figure stood nearly two meters tall, with a burly build like a towering monolith.
His hands were thicker than a normal person’s thighs, his body was rippling with muscles, each more prominent than the next, making even Dahu and Erhu appear less formidable.
His complexion was dark, his pupils as large as bronze bells, filled with a terrifying intent to kill, and dressed in an oversized black garment.
A thick aura of Blood Evil Energy enveloped him as if a fierce god had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, giving anyone who approached an unbearably oppressive and uncomfortable sensation.
This man was Tian Tu, one of Xiao Yifeng’s subordinates, second only to Jian Yun in strength, and terrifyingly powerful.
What was most crucial was his heart of carnage; the more he slaughtered, the swifter his power rose. In the Western Mercenary World, he had slaughtered over a dozen mercenary groups; with thousands dead by his hand, even more so than those Xiao Yifeng had killed. He truly lived up to the name Tian Tu, as if he would even slay the heavens.
"Are those people taken care of?"
Xiao Yifeng asked indifferently.
"Those spies have been dealt with. I assure you they won’t know for some time that we’ve already arrived in Dragon City."
"Blood Rakshasa, Cold Edge, Kuang Shi, take your men to the Flame Gate headquarters. You must completely obliterate it. Not a single one shall be spared, kill them all without mercy!"
Xiao Yifeng ordered with a cold and icy gaze.
Cold Edge and Kuang Shi nodded. Blood Rakshasa said nothing, but since his soul was controlled by Xiao Yifeng, he naturally understood Xiao Yifeng’s commands.
Soon, these three left with a group of Zhan Huang mercenaries, heading for the Flame Gate headquarters.
With their departure, besides Xiao Yifeng and Tian Tu, fifty men remained, all dressed in identical black attire.
Each had an imperial character emblem on their clothing, wielded a cold, gleaming sharp dagger, bore a solemn expression, sharp eyes, and radiated an intangible killing intent.
These fifty men were the elitest team of the Zhan Huang Mercenary Group, the Imperial Guard, famed as the Zhan Huang’s protectors and meticulously formed by Jian Yun and others.
Each one of them had cultivated a Cultivation Technique, with strength at the Transformative Energy Stage or higher, their combat power multiple times stronger than their own realm, and these fifty were merely a portion of the Imperial Guard members.
In this group of fifty, there were twenty Dark Energy experts, twenty-five at the Transformative Energy Stage, and five in the Gang Qi Realm—an extremely formidable force in the Secular World.