"Where's my wife? Where's Ling Tianlin?"

In the villa, Jiang Chen entered with a cold face and expressionlessly looked at the group of men in black suits in the living room, speaking coldly.

"Kid, your wife is on Young Master Ling's bed right now! Haha..." a man in a black suit said with a full-faced teasing laugh.

"Haha!"

"Haha..."

The group of men in black suits all laughed out loud.

Suddenly, Wu Feng and Zhang Qiang, who were standing behind Jiang Chen, shivered together, sensing an extremely dangerous and icy killing intent.

This killing intent made them, as martial artists, feel an almost uncontrollable oppressive aura!

Unable to help themselves, they looked at Jiang Chen with shock in their eyes.

This was still Mr. Jiang not intentionally targeting them; had he targeted them on purpose, they likely would have been overwhelmed with terror by now.

Wu Feng and Zhang Qiang didn't dare to think any further and pitifully looked at the group of men in black suits in the hall. These guys had no idea who exactly they were messing with!

Whoosh!

At that moment, Jiang Chen moved!

A figure, with a faint blood-red glow, rushed quickly into the midst of the men in black suits.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh—

Blood-red blade lights flashed instantly!

In an instant!

The entire hall fell deathly silent in that moment.

"Tap tap tap—" Jiang Chen had already sheathed his blade and expressionlessly walked towards the stairs while behind him, the dozen or so men in black suits still maintained laughing expressions and postures.

But there was no sound at all!

The hearts of Wu Feng and Zhang Qiang tightened, they swallowed hard and quickly followed after him.

Thud, thud!

As Wu Feng and Zhang Qiang reached the foot of the stairs, they heard heavy thuds from behind. They turned their heads to look, and saw that all the men in black suits collapsed to the ground, splitting into two halves from their heads to their crotches!

"Ah!"

A piercing scream came from the entrance of the villa, Lin Zhiyan had just walked in and saw the bodies split in two, unable to hold back, she screamed out loud.

Too terrifying!!

Lin Zhiyan hurriedly looked up at the figure of Jiang Chen.

This man, for the sake of his woman, had he turned into a demon?

Just then, sounds of doors opening and closing came from upstairs. Wu Feng and Zhang Qiang's expressions changed, they glanced at Lin Zhiyan and quickly rushed upstairs.

Realizing in horror, Lin Zhiyan hurried up the stairs.

But as soon as she reached the stairway, she was frozen in place.

The hallway had turned into a hellish battlefield.

Blade light! Blood light!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and all she could see was a sea of red!

The sound of the wind! The sound of blades!

Waves of shrill screams pierced the air, accompanied by ongoing desperate wails!

Countless black-clothed thugs, engulfed by Jiang Chen's aura of blood, were being slaughtered like chopping vegetables.

Arms and legs were constantly severed by the blade's glow!

There were endless screams of agony!

Bodies had in just a few short seconds piled up in the corridor.

"Ah—" Someone screamed in terror, trying to turn and run, but Jiang Chen, covered in a blood glow, charged forward and swung his blade.

"Splurt—"

Blood spurted wildly from the neck, and a once-vibrant head soared into the air.

Jiang Chen sneered as he put away his sword and walked blood-soaked towards his next destination.

Meanwhile, Wu Feng and his companion just stood there dumbfounded, completely unable to lend a hand.

At this moment inside Jiang Chen's body, his qi and blood were circulating furiously. Jiang Chen's eyes turned blood red, and his expression became increasingly frenzied!

Bang!

Kicking open the door to a room, Jiang Chen glanced inside, no one there. He turned and walked towards the door of another room.

Wu Feng and his companion, jolted by the sound of the door being kicked in, quickly split up to search each room.

"Y-you dare to make a move! Ling Tian will not let you off..." As Jiang Chen kicked open another room, a young man inside, shivering with fear, his pale face turning white, shouted out at Jiang Chen with a trembling voice.

Whoosh!

But Jiang Chen didn't say a word as a flash of blood-red blade light swept past, and the man's voice abruptly ceased. Afterwards, Jiang Chen, expressionless, stepped out of the room and headed towards the stairs leading to the third floor.

Wu Feng and his companion followed closely behind. They were there to help, not to watch the show. With Jiang Chen now in a berserk state, if he killed everyone by himself, their presence would have no meaning at all!

Thud thud thud!

Jiang Chen ran quickly up to the third floor of the villa, where more than thirty men were already waiting in the corridor.

Frowning slightly, Jiang Chen shouted coldly, "Bring out Ling Tianlin to die. I'm here for him alone, but if you stand in my way, there will be no mercy!"

The sight of blood-covered Jiang Chen caused the men's faces to change, but they didn't retreat and continued to stand their ground.

Click click!

The doors at the end of the corridor opened with two distinct sounds, and two men with cold expressions walked towards Jiang Chen.

The faces of the men in the corridor lit up with joy as they made way.

The two men approached Jiang Chen, gave him and his two companions a once-over without a word when Lin Zhiyan ran up from the stairs. Seeing the two men, her expression changed slightly, and she rushed to Jiang Chen's side, warning him in a low voice, "These two are martial artists close to Ling Jianghai. Be careful!"

Jiang Chen's expression remained unchanged as he took a step forward to shield Lin Zhiyan, his cold gaze fixed on the two martial artists. "Where is Ling Tianlin?"

One martial artist sneered, showing absolute disdain for Jiang Chen, and Leng'ao spoke, "Kid, surrender now, or else, we'll make your life a living hell!"

The other martial artist was even more arrogant, his head held high as he declared, "Exactly. At such a young age, you dare to be so insolent in front of us; kneel down immediately!"

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes, and a hint of icy smile curled at his lips as he coldly spat out two words:

"Courting death!"

No sooner had he spoken than he pounced forward.

"Ha..."

The two martial artists burst into laughter simultaneously, preparing to confront the person they perceived as weaker.

But their laughter was cut short.

Whoosh! Whoosh—

Jiang Chen's movements were lightning-fast, and before they knew it, he was right in front of them. Two streaks of bloodlight flashed by, and the two martial artists stiffened without even having the time to react.

"Hmph."

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, slowing down as he passed by the two martial artists with an icy face.

Thump! Thump!

Ker-thunk—

Two dull thuds sounded as the heads of the martial artists rolled off their necks and down to Wu Feng's feet.

Splat!

Thud! Thud!

Two pillars of blood sprayed from the necks of the headless corpses, and their bodies collapsed to the ground.

"My God!" Wu Feng and his companion were shocked as they looked at Jiang Chen.

Were they killing martial artists as if they were weeds or ants?

This was Mr. Jiang injured—if he had been at his peak and used his full strength, how terrifying would he have been?

Too horrifying!

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