Supreme Cultivation Master

"Is that so? I’ll show you what ’consequence’ means!" Ye Fan lunged forward, unleashing his Capture Hand technique. His claws, descending with the force of a dragon’s roar, raked across the Card Master’s shoulder.

Instantly, the Card Master felt a searing pain. Looking down, he found three gashes carved so deep into his shoulder that bone was visible. The agony made him grimace, and he swung his weapon in a desperate, overwhelming barrage.

With pinpoint precision, Ye Fan caught the weapon. He gave it a simple twist, and it snapped in half.

The Card Master’s chest was struck again, sending him flying into a large tree. As he struggled to rise, Ye Fan seized him by the neck, hoisted him into the air, and pinned him against the trunk.

"Who sent you?" Ye Fan asked coldly. "You have one chance. If I’m not satisfied with your answer, your neck will snap in the next second!"

The Card Master showed no fear. Instead, a sinister smile, like that of a Fierce Ghost, spread across his face. He laughed, "You’ll never guess, hahaha!"

CRACK!

Ye Fan broke both of his hands.

The Card Master was in immense pain, yet he still managed to laugh.

"Bone-breaking!"

A series of sickening CRACKS echoed through the clearing. The Card Master’s entire body trembled as he collapsed to the ground, unable to even voice his agony. Without a doubt, it was one of Ye Fan’s most terrifyingly brutal techniques.

"Are you going to talk or not?" Ye Fan demanded.

Still wearing that eerie smile, the Card Master simply stared at Ye Fan without saying a word, as if patiently awaiting death’s arrival.

Ye Fan crouched down, his eyes glinting with mockery. "Do you really think I can’t find out if you refuse to talk? You’re wrong. I’ll just check with the Assassin Alliance and see whose contract you recently accepted."

At this, a grave expression finally flickered in the Card Master’s eyes. His entire gambit had been based on the assumption that Ye Fan wouldn’t kill him without learning the client’s identity. Now that Ye Fan had called his bluff, he could no longer remain composed. The Assassin Alliance was formidable; it was virtually impossible for outsiders to access its records. But Ye Fan was different. He was the King of Heaven.

"Die!"

Ye Fan stomped down, and with a sickening squelch, the Card Master’s body burst apart.

Until the moment of his death, he couldn’t believe his target was connected to the King of Heaven. He could only blame his terrible luck or perhaps his sheer misfortune. Looking at the scattered remains on the ground, Ye Fan turned and walked away.

Back at the hospital, he told Su Qingxue, "I’ve killed the Card Master, but I haven’t found out who hired him yet. I’ll do my best, though. It shouldn’t take long to get results."

He handed the grotesque, broken blade that had killed Su Jian Country to Su Qingxue. Even snapped in half, it was the ultimate proof.

Looking at the broken weapon, Su Qingxue began to cry. Her great enemy was avenged, but instead of relief, she felt an even deeper sorrow. "Thank you!" she said to Ye Fan through her sobs.

Ye Fan pulled her into his embrace. "Silly girl, why be so formal with me? I’ve told you before—your family is my family. I will take on your pain and see that your revenge is done. The real culprit we need to find now is the client. I want to see exactly who ordered this!"

Su Qingxue broke down completely, weeping in his arms. She might be a powerful businesswoman, but at that moment, she was just a vulnerable woman in desperate need of comfort.

Elsewhere, Ye Fan made a call to check the Card Master’s files. The call only strengthened his suspicion that the contract the assassin had accepted came from the Divine Land. His suspicions were being confirmed more and more.

That night, Ye Fan smoked a cigarette on a rooftop. Tian Can and Di Que stood before him, awaiting his orders.

"Alright, it’s time for our plan," Ye Fan began. "Do you two remember the glorious moment when I founded King Hall?"

The two men rolled their eyes. Was that what he called glorious? The boss just led their band of thugs to wipe out several major powers on the South America Battlefield and snatch their territory. It was pure gangsterism. But they had to admit, as thuggish as it was, it was damn exciting! Laozi loved it.

"We remember, Boss! You said it was ’survival of the fittest.’ The point of our existence is to one day eat fine meat and have our pick of women!" they replied in unison.

Ye Fan nodded. "Good. I’m pleased you’ve taken it to heart. Now, our chance has come. Right here, under this very sky, we are going to carve out a world that belongs to us. Do you have the confidence to do it?"

"Yes!"

How could they dare say no? If they did, Ye Fan would surely put a bullet in them. Besides, when following him, they genuinely felt that confidence.

"Good," Ye Fan said. "Then let’s go. I’ve been investigating that fellow Chen Ying for a long time. Tonight, we pay him a visit to negotiate."

"Yes, sir!"

***

At that moment, Chen Ying was at his wit’s end over who would become the new overlord of the underground forces. With his status and power, securing the position should have been a simple matter. However, the other four major underground syndicates in Jiangning City all opposed him. Although his Feiying Society was the most powerful, taking on all four at once would be an unprofitable affair. Furthermore, his backer, Luo Yazhi, had not given him her absolute support. As a result, the four rival leaders were now at the Feiying Society headquarters for a negotiation.

"Gentlemen," Chen Ying said, "in terms of development and influence, our Feiying Society is undoubtedly the strongest. I believe there’s no argument there. Therefore, I should be the Alliance Hierarch! As for the resources, how about we share them?"

"I object!"

"I object too!"

He had barely finished speaking when he was met with unanimous opposition. Chen Ying was furious. "This is the Feiying Society," he said coldly. "You’d better think carefully."

"What? Chen Ying, are you actually planning to kill us?" one of them yelled.

"First, take a good look at your situation!" Chen Ying sneered.

Just then, the headquarters was surrounded by more than a hundred of his men. The four leaders’ hearts sank. They hadn’t expected Chen Ying to actually act so recklessly. His audacity was staggering.

"Chen Ying, you dare?!" one of the leaders roared.

BANG!

Before the man could finish his sentence, Chen Ying fired his pistol, and a bullet pierced his skull. The remaining three stared in shock. Chen Ying had truly been pushed to the edge and was now acting without any restraint.

"You ungrateful fools," Chen Ying declared. "If you had just elected me as the Alliance Hierarch earlier, I might not have done this. But now, it’s too late. After I deal with you, I’ll go and deal with your underlings!"

"Damn you, Chen Ying! You’ve got some nerve! Let’s get him!"

The three remaining leaders charged. Their strength was not to be underestimated; all three had reached the peak of the Outer Gate realm, only slightly weaker than Chen Ying, a Martial Artist who had recently entered the Inner Gate.

"Brothers, get them!"

At Chen Ying’s command, his hundred-plus men swarmed forward. The entire Feiying Society headquarters erupted into chaos as the mob descended upon the three leaders. Although they were fierce fighters, they couldn’t withstand the onslaught. They were forced to retreat, but there was nowhere left to run. They had no chance to call for reinforcements; Chen Ying had orchestrated everything.

It wasn’t long before two of the three were killed.

The last surviving leader, covered in wounds, screamed at Chen Ying, "Chen Ying, I’ll haunt you even as a ghost!"

"Too bad you won’t get the chance."

Chen Ying charged. The man met him with all his remaining strength, but he was still no match for Chen Ying and was quickly knocked to the ground. Chen Ying grabbed his throat. With a sickening CRACK, the man died, his eyes filled with resentment.

Chen Ying stood over the body and said coldly, "This is the price for opposing me. Without you leaders, I will quickly absorb all of your forces." It had to be said, Chen Ying could never have reached his position without such ruthlessness.

Just as Chen Ying was about to order his men to clean up the battlefield, three figures appeared.

Chen Ying’s heart leaped into his throat. Standing before him was Ye Fan.

The Demon King is here... Is he here to annihilate me? Against Ye Fan, Chen Ying knew he didn’t stand a chance.

His subordinates instinctively rushed forward to surround the newcomers.

"Chen Ying," Ye Fan said calmly, "are you planning on using these hundred-odd men against me?"

Trying to sound composed, Chen Ying asked, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit to my Feiying Society, Sir?"

"I’m here with a purpose, of course," Ye Fan replied. "Chen Ying, from today onward, I am taking over this city’s underground forces. Do you agree?"

This was an undeniably tyrannical declaration, enraging not only Chen Ying’s subordinates but Chen Ying himself.