Chapter Fifteen: The Execution of Yang Huang

Ssshh! Chu Jie swept by like a raging wind, the sword in his hand flashing past in a blur. Blood dripped from the blade, and as Chu Jie slowly opened his eyes and turned around, he watched Qi Tianba’s body split in two. Without another glance, Chu Jie turned and departed.

There was nothing left in this place to keep him.

The rain gradually ceased. Chu Jie wiped the water from his face, his gaze unwavering as he strode forward. Having ignited the Nine Tribulations physique, his strength had soared to the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm; even when facing the formidable Spirit Gathering Realm, Chu Jie no longer felt fear.

He lifted his head, looking toward the outer city, his eyes ablaze with battle intent.

The descendants of the Wang clan, the butterfly mark...

Chu Jie had only half a year—time pressed upon him.

Swish!

A group of five suddenly appeared before him, swords in hand glimmering with sinister light.

Chu Jie pressed his lips together, his gaze landing on the blood eagle emblem at their throats, instantly recognizing them as members of the Yang family.

"The Yang family moves quickly!" Chu Jie tightened his grip on his sword.

The lead assassin nodded, snorting, "Chu Jie! You killed Young Master Yang Yun. You deserve to die!"

His sword burst forth in dazzling brilliance, and as he moved, the four behind him drew their blades as well.

Countless sword energies intertwined into a giant net, descending from above. Chu Jie’s eyes flashed, his sword whipping out in a moment of clarity.

Sword energy tore through the air; Chu Jie’s blade traced a luminous arc in midair, crashing down with ferocity.

A sickening sound, like malice ripping silk—before him, the first man was instantly shredded. The remaining four were struck by sudden terror. They’d just arrived, unaware that Chu Jie’s strength had undergone a qualitative leap!

"What’s going on?"

"Wasn’t he only at the sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm?"

"The intelligence was wrong!"

The four shouted in anger, and seeing Chu Jie’s overwhelming power, they no longer dared to fight, fleeing desperately.

Chu Jie would not let them escape. With a leap of dozens of yards, his sword lashed out—one Yang clansman’s back was pierced clean through!

Twisting the blade, boundless sword energy exploded in the assassin’s chest, Chu Jie’s sword flicking upward, tearing the man asunder.

The remaining three, witnessing the carnage, fled in horror.

Remembering years of humiliation at the Yang family’s hands, Chu Jie’s eyes grew bloodier with intent.

In the darkness, the silver sword radiated dazzling light.

Bang!

Another Yang clansman was blasted apart by Chu Jie’s sword. The last two were now utterly terrified, fleeing with all their might.

Whizz!

Chu Jie threw his sword, javelin-like, piercing the head of a fleeing Yang assassin.

The final assassin was so frightened his eyes seemed ready to pop, scrambling on hands and knees. A ferocious light flickered in Chu Jie’s gaze.

He followed at a leisurely pace, sword light slashing open the assassin’s back again and again.

The man fled with all his strength, cursing his parents for not giving him more legs, heedless of the blood streaming behind him.

For two whole hours, from the pitch-black night to the rising sun, the Yang assassin fled all the way out of the ninth district, finally screaming desperately.

"Lady Yang! Lady Yang! Chu Jie... Chu Jie, he..."

He rushed to the side of Yang Huang, who waited in place, gasping for breath.

Yang Huang’s peach blossom eyes narrowed. "Where are the others? What happened to Chu Jie?"

"They’re all dead!" came a cold reply.

Yang Huang suddenly looked up, and at the edge of her vision, Chu Jie approached, clad in blood-red robes, sword in hand.

In just a few days, Chu Jie had acquired a murderous aura; even as he approached, one could feel the malice radiating from him.

Yang Huang’s peach blossom eyes flashed coldly. "Chu Jie! You dare return!"

Chu Jie lifted his head, smiling calmly, "Why wouldn’t I?"

"Courting death!" Yang Huang snapped her whip, slashing through the void, aiming it at Chu Jie.

Crack!

Chu Jie caught the whip in his palm, yanked, and pulled Yang Huang to his side, his large hand gripping her throat.

Yang Huang was utterly stunned; she hadn’t expected Chu Jie to become so formidable in just a few days.

"Chu Jie! Let go!"

The lackey beside Yang Huang shouted loudly.

Chu Jie’s eyes narrowed. "You want me to let go just because you say so?"

His grip tightened, and Yang Huang’s eyes rolled back.

Seeing the dozen or so lackeys cowering and afraid to advance, Chu Jie casually knocked Yang Huang unconscious, tossing her aside, then charged at the group.

Like a tiger among sheep, the lackeys were sent flying.

Just hours ago, Chu Jie had only reached the sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm, so the Yang family had dispatched seventh and eighth level experts—twenty in all—to deal with him, considering it overkill.

Yet they never imagined that Chu Jie would ascend so swiftly, slaughtering the Yang family’s men in droves!

Bang!

Chu Jie’s sword spun, sword light gleaming, a sheet of silver flooding forth.

With a soft sound, the sword light sliced through a Yang clansman like tofu, shattering his body.

"The Yang family and I are mortal enemies! Today, I’ll kill to my heart’s content!" Chu Jie roared, his gaze ferocious.

The dozen Yang clansmen, swords and knives in hand, shrank back, not daring to advance.

Crack!

Chu Jie leapt up, punching a Yang clansman’s skull, crushing it into his chest—instant death.

"Ah!" Chu Jie howled like a madman, the others scattering in terror.

Chu Jie’s gaze swept the crowd. "Not a single one escapes today!"

He grabbed a long blade from a fallen Yang clansman and hurled it forward.

Bang!

Infused with Chu Jie’s energy, the blade exploded in midair, showering fragments everywhere.

The sound of sharp edges piercing flesh rang out—five Yang clansmen fell, vomiting blood.

The last three were so frightened they dared not flee, trembling as they stood.

"Master Chu, spare me! I’ll never dare again," one Yang clansman knelt, begging.

The other two knelt as well, heads bobbing like chickens pecking rice.

Chu Jie’s eyes showed no mercy. He casually threw his sword toward them.

"Only one of you three will live."

The kneeling Yang clansman’s face twisted in savagery; he seized the sword before him and slashed backward.

The assassin behind him hadn’t expected such ruthlessness, only able to point and stammer, "You... you..."

Bang!

Before he could finish, the kneeling man spun and blasted his companion apart, then attacked the other.

The two fought desperately, and finally, the quicker one lost an arm, looking anxiously at Chu Jie. "Master Chu... please keep your word..."

Chu Jie nodded.

The survivor, overjoyed as if granted amnesty, scrambled away.

Chu Jie’s sword suddenly flashed, shattering the man’s other arm.

He tumbled to the ground, turning his head in panic, "Master Chu, you promised! Let me go!"

Chu Jie nodded, "I did say only one of you would live, but... I never said it would be you."

"Chu Jie! You’ll die a terrible death!" the man screamed, his voice hoarse.

Chu Jie snorted, "Hmph! The Yang family and I are sworn enemies! Before I die, I’ll destroy Yang family!"

He strode over, his footfall echoing.

Bang!

The Yang clansman’s head burst open like a rotten watermelon, blood splattering everywhere.

At last, Chu Jie turned to Yang Huang, whom he’d tossed aside earlier. "You know I won’t spare you, so stop pretending."

Yang Huang rose shakily, her alluring face pale, lips bitten, a hint of temptation in her posture.

It must be said, Yang Huang’s figure was remarkable—curves that could stir desire.

Her hair was disheveled, snow white chest exposed, enhancing her seductive charm.

Chu Jie’s gaze was icy cold. "Don’t try to seduce me. Today, you will die."

A fierce light flashed in Yang Huang’s peach blossom eyes. "Chu Jie! Aren’t you afraid of the Yang family’s vengeance? Aren’t you afraid of their wrath?"

A cruel smile appeared in Chu Jie’s gaze. "I’ve already killed Yang Yun! Killing you, Yang Huang, is nothing! What does the Dark City matter?"

"If you kill me... Young Lord Luo will destroy you!"

Chu Jie was even more dismissive. "I stand alone, fearing no one! What of Young Lord Luo?"

"Besides... one day, I’ll make him pay too!"

"Chu Jie... you can’t kill me, Young Lord Luo is just ten miles away, you can’t..."

Seeing the murderous intent in Chu Jie’s eyes, Yang Huang panicked.

"Hmph! Even the gods can’t save you now!"

Chu Jie punched forward, his whole body crashing like a demonic dragon.

His fist struck Yang Huang’s chest, his gaze locked on her, fierce as a beast. "You’re just the first step; the whole Yang family will pay for my father!"

Bang!

Chu Jie’s hand twisted, Yang Huang’s body exploded completely.