Chapter 5

As soon as the words fell, the entire hall was thrown into shock!

What kind of existence was the Li family in Jiangzhou, and yet someone dared to speak such brazen words against them here?

Still, the scene of Chu Tianhe striking down Li Chengze lingered vividly in everyone’s minds, and the crowd wasted no time in fleeing the Li residence.

In no time, only Li Changshun and the ancient martial arts fighters under his command remained inside the Li family's villa.

“What are you all standing around for? Kill them!”

Furious beyond measure, Li Changshun roared, and the martial artists behind him lunged at Chu Tianhe.

Today marked his fiftieth birthday. Li Changshun had intended to use this occasion to showcase the Li family's power, to suppress the other prominent families, and force them into continued submission and servitude.

But the sudden appearance of Chu Tianhe shattered his plan completely. With his son now dead, Li Changshun’s rage was boundless; his face flushed red as he glared at Chu Tianhe, wishing he could flay him alive on the spot.

“Tian Jiu!”

As the Li family’s fighters charged, Chu Tianhe raised his right hand, extending two fingers in a subtle beckon.

Tian Jiu instantly understood, his figure flickering forward like a shadow.

A cold gleam flashed—the military knife was already gripped in Tian Jiu’s hand, its blade cutting a swift and merciless path.

With the chilling sound of blood spurting from severed throats, the ancient martial artists raised by the Li family fell dead in an instant. The entire massacre took no more than two seconds.

Li Changshun was stunned, frozen in disbelief by the sheer strength of his adversaries.

He had never anticipated such overwhelming power. A tremor of fear gripped his heart.

“Go and fetch Master Bai!”

Realizing he had encountered a formidable foe, Li Changshun wasted no time and sent his butler to seek outside help. Chu Tianhe made no move to stop him.

For the moment Chu Tianhe set foot inside the Li residence, this place had become a doomed ground; whoever entered would be slain without mercy.

“How dare you act so recklessly in Jiangzhou! Do you really believe that just because you know a bit of ancient martial arts, no one here can deal with you?!”

Soon, a figure appeared, stepping forward to shield Li Changshun. This man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, hair and beard as white as snow, exuding an impressive aura. The restrictive device on his wrist marked him as a man of great skill.

“Master Bai, these men killed my son! You must avenge our family!” With Master Bai standing before him, Li Changshun’s confidence returned. He glared furiously at Chu Tianhe, his anger so intense his entire body trembled.

“No need to worry! Mr. Li, with me here, these two petty criminals can stir up no storm.”

Without hesitation, Master Bai shattered the restriction device on his wrist, unleashing a powerful wave of ancient martial energy. His robe billowed as if caught in an unseen wind; he was every bit the image of a grandmaster, his presence commanding.

Throughout Jiangzhou, Master Bai was known as the most formidable ancient martial arts master. With over a thousand disciples at his martial arts gym, he and the Li family had long been partners in countless shady dealings—their interests tightly bound together.

“Kneel and apologize to Mr. Li. If you do, I’ll grant you a swift death. Otherwise…”

Perhaps emboldened by years of swaggering dominance in Jiangzhou, Master Bai didn’t regard Chu Tianhe as worth his attention, his tone dripping with arrogance.

But bravado lasts no longer than three seconds.

Before Master Bai could finish his words, Tian Jiu flickered forward like a spirit, appearing before him in an instant. Without hesitation, Tian Jiu delivered a resounding slap that sent Master Bai sprawling to the ground in utter humiliation—a stark contrast to his earlier arrogance.

“Otherwise, what?”

Tian Jiu’s gaze was as sharp as blades, sweeping over Master Bai, who sat dumbfounded on the floor clutching his face, his voice cold as steel.

To dare insult Chu Tianhe—on that count alone, Tian Jiu had already sentenced Master Bai to death in his heart.

Swallowing nervously as Tian Jiu brandished his blade, Master Bai could only gulp in terror.

When true skill is revealed, all can see. Both men versed in ancient martial arts, Tian Jiu’s speed was so far beyond Master Bai’s perception that he hadn’t even seen how Tian Jiu appeared before him—the slap had already left him dazed.

In that instant, he realized the chasm between himself and Tian Jiu was as vast as the heavens.

“Wait, young man, we can talk this out. Here in Jiangzhou, I still have some standing. If only…”

Master Bai immediately began to plead for his life, and this scene sent a chill down Li Changshun’s spine. His expression darkened, his brows furrowing tightly.

Who were these people, that not even Master Bai could stand against them, and would even beg for mercy?

But before Master Bai could finish, Chu Tianhe’s icy voice rang out.

“Kill.”