Chapter 62: The Fate of Those Who Walk the Wild Path

Suddenly, Hua Tianyu moved again, swinging his blade in a single strike. There was nothing fancy about it. His eyes held no trace of mercy; facing his enemies, he never regarded them as his own kind. The Silver Dragon, even less so, was incapable of sympathy—its sole purpose was slaughter.

The Silver Dragon leapt, the steel blade slicing through the air with a terrifying sound, like the shriek of wind that struck fear into hearts. The speed of the blade was so extreme that it caused a faint vibration, a trembling that echoed as a subtle dragon’s roar within the rush of air.

The seven black-clad men wielding knives had no time to muster resistance before the Silver Dragon flashed past them. As the Silver Dragon swept over, they hadn’t yet realized what had happened when Hua Tianyu flicked the blood from his blade and returned to stand beside Lin Lin.

“That punch was off—next time, pay attention to sinking your waist and raising your hips!”

Feng Wenhu: Damn it, here we go again!...

Only then did the seven black-clad men manage to lower their heads and inspect their wounds.

“Ah...” Horrific screams burst from their throats almost simultaneously. Every one of their right arms had been severed at the shoulder, the limbs still twitching on the ground as blood sprayed relentlessly from the stumps.

“He who injures others, will himself be injured; he who kills, will himself be killed!”

“This arm is a reminder for you—next time you want to strike with your left hand, take a look at your right first!”

Hua Tianyu’s cold voice echoed in their ears.

The heavy scent of blood churned the stomachs of those present; such a shocking scene threatened to make them retch. Because of Hua Tianyu’s sudden eruption and the sky-shaking screams of the seven men, the followers of Yongxing Hall pushed back their opponents, ceased fighting, and turned to Hua Tianyu with fear in their eyes.

Wan Rong slowly rose from the ground, still reeling from the kick Hua Tianyu had delivered to his waist, which had nearly knocked him out. Leaning on his blade, he barely managed to stand.

One slash, seven men. Though it was only their arms, these were living men—not straw dolls! Even if they were straw dolls, Wan Rong admitted inwardly that he would struggle to sever seven arms with a single blow.

Suddenly, Wan Rong realized that Jiang Liliang had mobilized all the key members for this operation, and perhaps it was not a mistake. The master of Yongxing Hall had not grown timid with age, but shrewder.

All the black-clad men now feared that in the next moment, Hua Tianyu’s blade would claim their own arms and send them tumbling to the ground. Yongxing Hall fell into a hushed silence.

One slash commanded awe across the hall.

If not for Hua Tianyu's decisive strike, Tian Li and her companions might each have been wounded. Tian Li’s martial skills were somewhat inferior to the black-clad assailants; initially, two of them could each hold off one opponent without much trouble. Her frying pan, though lacking offensive power, offered broad, sturdy defense.

Once the black-clad men doubled up against her, she quickly found herself in peril. Hua Tianyu’s intimidating slash saved them all.

Yet many of Lin Lin’s subordinates had only ever engaged in minor scuffles; they had never witnessed such carnage. The sight of seven severed arms left their faces ghostly pale.

Despite their fright, they understood the crucial role Hua Tianyu played in this moment. His stature in their minds instantly rose.

“Brother Tian!”

“Thank you, Brother Tian!”

Their greetings brimmed with respect; Hua Tianyu’s greatness was now beyond their reach.

Hua Tianyu had observed their actions closely. Xia Yang had shown great loyalty, repeatedly risking himself to save comrades, and was already quite badly wounded. By contrast, Wang Ming was a coward—hiding behind others, caring nothing for his teammates.

Though these were Lin Lin’s people, Hua Tianyu would not wrest control, but that didn’t mean he ignored them. He needed to find promising candidates; only with Swan International’s flawless genetic evolution technology could he enact the Dragon Soul’s revenge plan. Lin Lin herself needed to grow stronger, or she would never be able to protect herself.

So, when Feng Wenhu feinted a punch to force Lin Lin aside, Hua Tianyu struck him on the back with the flat of his blade. The searing pain made Feng Wenhu gasp.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Hua Tianyu glanced at him indifferently and asked.

Feng Wenhu roared, “Do you take me for your sparring partner?”

With that, he charged at Hua Tianyu, swinging a fist toward his chest.

He had fought Lin Lin for some time, and though he was gradually losing ground, his stamina was far from depleted. This punch was fierce and powerful.

Hua Tianyu’s expression did not change; his face was indifferent. He casually swung his blade.

A sharp gust swept down, slicing past Feng Wenhu’s front and making him halt abruptly. His grey outer coat and white inner shirt were neatly cut from his neck to his hem, exposing the unscathed skin beneath.

He felt a chill sweep over him, deeper still in his heart. When he looked up at Hua Tianyu, he shuddered as if plunged into an icy abyss.

If Hua Tianyu had wished, that blade could have opened him up with ease.

“I’ll stop! I’ll go back right now!” Feng Wenhu spun around without hesitation and hurried off, his face betraying his desperate will to survive.

He hadn’t seen Hua Tianyu’s slash that severed seven arms, as he’d been fighting Lin Lin at the time, still holding some illusions about his own abilities. But the casual blade from Hua Tianyu made it clear: this was a man he could not contend with.

Glancing at the seven arms on the ground, he suddenly felt his right hand cramping. He recalled that even Wan Rong hadn’t managed to withstand a single move.

Master Jiang... Now, his only hope rested with Master Jiang.

Back in the day, Master Jiang was a legend in the underground world of Shangjiang City. The Jiang brothers, five in total, once challenged a rival hall of hundreds. Though they all left battered and bloodied, they still strode out laughing and joking. It was said they later went out looking for women, still covered in blood, frightening many young ladies.

So, Hua Tianyu was best left to Master Jiang. But before Master Jiang dealt with him, Feng Wenhu would obediently return to his role as sparring partner.

And Master Jiang indeed stepped forward.

Of all Yongxing Hall, only Jiang Liliang remained unfazed by Hua Tianyu’s display. Though Hua Tianyu had decimated most of Wan Rong’s elite, solving the problem of Wan Rong’s unchecked influence within the hall, Jiang Liliang felt no gratitude. What he wanted was Hua Tianyu’s people—and Hua Tianyu’s life.