The chilling, sharp aura that enveloped Fan Yi was truly terrifying.
Alone, he overwhelmed everyone to the point that they could hardly breathe.
"Adong, you're quite bold, aren't you?"
"I can tell, that guy is a dangerous person, come over here quickly!"
Kong Erhu felt both touched and angry as he waved at Adong.
Adong took two steps towards Kong Erhu, slowly lifting his gaze.
His smile was ambiguous, "Lord Tiger, am I not dangerous?"
For some reason, under the chandelier's glow, Adong's eyes held a profound and sinister intent.
This sensation was like a giant python choosing its prey, baring a mouth full of serrated teeth.
Kong Erhu's eyes suddenly widened.
He stared blankly at Adong, who had a deep smile on his face.
Suddenly, Kong Erhu seemed to realize something, and his body rapidly backed away.
He screamed, "You're not Adong…"
A flash of cold light!
An arc of blade light shot out from Adong's sleeve.
Kong Erhu's body suddenly froze.
His eyes, wide open, stared at Adong in front of him.
At the same time, he grabbed his own throat with both hands as it made crackling noises.
"You… you're not Adong, who are you...?"
Kong Erhu's voice came from his throat, hoarsely and wheezy, like a broken gong.
Adong smiled slightly, a hint of scorn passing in his eyes.
He spoke indifferently, "After so many years in the Mortal World, can't you see through it?"
"Today you are my prey, maybe tomorrow, I might become someone else's, go in peace."
Kong Erhu could no longer speak.
The shallow cut on his neck slowly widened until, with a sudden burst, it sprayed out a cloud of blood.
Immediately, his blood spurted out like arrows.
Kong Erhu's body slumped down softly.
He fell face-up on the ground, his eyes still wide open.
Kong Erhu died with his eyes open.
Watching Adong suddenly strike and kill Kong Erhu,
Mr. Jing hid behind an overturned table like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
He shrieked, "Who are you, and why did you kill Lord Tiger?"
The remaining three or four of Kong Erhu's closest thugs were also stunned by this sudden turn of events.
The four thugs, with weak legs and trembling fear, looked at Adong standing beside Kong Erhu.
Adong looked indifferently at Mr. Jing, "Who I am doesn't matter, what's important is that everyone here must die today."
"Run!"
The four thugs, feeling the intense deadly intent emanating from Adong,
completely lost their will to resist.
One of them shouted, and all four scrambled toward the door.
Adong's lips curled slightly.
He sighed, "No one can escape their fate; die!"
Adong's figure seemed to flicker in the air, then returned to its original spot as if it had never moved.
However, the four fleeing thugs abruptly stopped, as if nailed to the ground.
Slowly, their bodies began to tremble.
Unconsciously, all four lifted their hands to their throats, which made crackling noises.
Thud thud thud thud!
Four strange noises sounded, and a burst of blood mist erupted from the throat area of each man.
Then, blood shot out like arrows, and all four figures fell to the ground.
Witnessing such a horrifying scene, Mr. Jing with the goatee was utterly terrified.
He trembled all over, subconsciously muttering, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, spare my life..."
Adong slowly walked toward him.
In his bright, dazzling eyes, he looked amusingly at Mr. Jing, "Although you're a scholar, you are still a part of the Mortal World."
"At the brink of disaster, how can you be so cowardly?"
"I still have a bellyful of cunning strategies unutilized, and countless grand ambitions in my mind... I cannot die."
Mr. Jing was so frightened that he urinated and defecated uncontrollably, yet he kept muttering incessantly.
His words made Adong laugh.
He said indifferently, "I heard that you struggled for nine years in the entrance examination to get into Jingshi University, and you still didn't get in."
"Someone as useless as you also has cunning strategies?"
Mr. Jing was startled.
He raised his head, staring at Adong's mocking gaze.
Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, he pointed at Adong, "I know who you are, you're Buddhist... "
A flash of the blade!
Mr. Jing's voice abruptly stopped.
The solid wooden dice table was split in two by the blade's edge.
And on Mr. Jing's neck, there was a shallow blood mark.
This blood mark gradually expanded.
Bang!
A mist of blood sprayed out from Mr. Jing's neck.
Then, like others, his blood shot out like an arrow.
It seemed he did not feel any pain, one hand covering his throat, but his eyes were fixed intently on Adong.
A mixture of crying and laughing appeared on Mr. Jing's face, "He finally lost patience and made his move against Yannan, everyone is going to die, haha..."
Adong looked at Mr. Jing indifferently, expressionless.
By the time Mr. Jing finished speaking, his murky voice had turned into a piercing noise, then abruptly stopped.
He fell to the ground like a log, his eyes wide open.
Yet, the expression on his face was mysteriously serene with a mixed semblance of laughter and crying, conveying a sense of relieving liberation.
Adong coldly glanced at the corpse on the floor once more.
He turned around, walked out the door, and disappeared into the darkness.
Fan Yi, carrying Yi Long, walked out of Junhao Casino.
Yi Long was silent, his feelings complicated.
He tried to ask, "Did Yang Fei send you to save me?"
Fan Yi continued walking without pausing, grunting through his nose, "Hmm."
Seeing his indifferent demeanor, Yi Long felt it was not proper to inquire further.
But after only enduring for a minute, he couldn't help but ask again, "Where are we heading now?"
This time, Fan Yi turned his head, giving Yi Long a look.
He said indifferently, "Brother Fei asked me to take you back to Lanting Hotel."
"Brother Fei's Tendon-displacement Hand Technique is a unique method, without him to undo it, you will be paralyzed for life."
Speaking of Yang Fei, his lips slightly curled into a smile, then he continued, "This Tendon-displacement Hand Technique is extremely mysterious."
"After tonight, your meridians will harden and your joints stiffen, even Brother Fei won't be able to save you."
"Oh dear, the Grasping Hand that Brother Fei used was truly the Tendon-displacement Hand Technique."
"This is indeed the supreme skill of all martial arts of Grasping Hand Technique."
Even though Yi Long was prepared, hearing Fan Yi's confirmation still left him utterly shocked.
Fan Yi turned his head away disdainfully, a look of "you are so clueless" on his face.
He said mildly, "Which of Brother Fei's martial skills isn't of the highest caliber?"
"Spirit Snake Slash, Cunning Empty-hand, Great Stone Tablet Breaking Hand... forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I explained."
These names were all unfamiliar to Yi Long.
Yet seeing Fan Yi's expression, these martial arts seemed even more formidable than the Tendon-displacement Hand Technique.
His heart thumping wildly, he tentatively asked, "Brother, just who is Brother Fei, to be so formidable?"