Chen San fell dead to the floor.
Yang An walked into the main hall carrying the bloody head. Only then did everyone clearly see who had arrived.
Wang Gou'er flew into a rage!
He hadn't gone looking for Yang An.
Yet Yang An actually dared to show up at his door.
And even dared to kill someone in public! He was completely disregarding Wang Gou'er! Standing up, Wang Gou'er roared, "Yang! What do you think you're doing!"
Yang An lifted his eyelids.
Looking in Wang Gou'er's direction, he swung his arm and hurled Chen San's head right at him!
Buffed by tenfold combat power!
The bloody head flew like a massive boulder, kicking up a gust of wind and drawing a long, crimson line through the brightly lit hall!
Smashing straight toward Wang Gou'er's face!
Although Zheng Huaiyi of Huichun Hall had sold Yang An fake medicine.
He used the absolute best spiritual medicines to treat Wang Gou'er's injuries. At this moment, with his wounds mostly healed and possessing the strength of a ninth-grade martial artist, Wang Gou'er kicked upward.
He instantly shattered Chen San's head.
It exploded like a water balloon, splashing scarlet blood all over the floor.
Earlier at the Yang house.
Yang An's reckless, life-risking fighting style had cost Wang Gou'er dearly, and the memory was still fresh. Having just kicked the flying head to pieces, he stared guardedly at Yang An, waiting for him to launch a surprise attack.
However, Wang Gou'er saw that Yang An did no such thing.
Instead, while he was busy shattering the head, Yang An turned around, closed the doors, slid the wooden bolt into place, and casually locked the iron padlock on the door as well!
Seeing this action.
Wang Gou'er instantly understood what he meant.
This kid was here to exterminate them!
He dared to come alone to exterminate them!
This was no longer just looking down on people; this was naked humiliation! Wang Gou'er's vicious face turned green and pale. Furious to the point of laughter, he pointed at Yang An repeatedly and said, "Good! Good! Good! Good for you, Yang Erlang, to be arrogant to this extent! I actually admire you a little bit!"
"You want to take us all on by yourself, huh!"
"I'll grant your wish!!"
Wang Gou'er took a step forward and roared furiously at the dozen or so thugs under his command, "Whoever brings me this Yang bastard's head, I will reward them with two thousand taels of silver!!!"
Two thousand taels of silver!
Hearing this number, the eyes of the dozen thugs practically turned into the shape of silver ingots. Two thousand taels of silver could buy several properties in Yunzhou City, purchase hundreds of acres of fertile land, and even allow one to marry seven or eight concubines!
If spent carefully, it would last for three generations!
The dozen or so thugs were pumped up as if injected with chicken blood, their eyes turning red as they stared at Yang An.
"His head is mine!"
"Bullshit, his head is mine! Don't any of you try to steal it! Whoever dares to steal it from me, I'll turn on them!"
"Fuck your mother, whoever chops it off keeps it!"
Under Wang Gou'er's heavy reward.
These thugs howled like wolf cubs. Before they even made a move, it was as if Yang An was already a piece of fat meat dangling in front of their mouths, ready to be eaten.
However.
Before this pack of starving thugs could pounce on Yang An.
Yang An had already gripped his dagger tightly and charged at them expressionlessly!
Buffed by tenfold combat power!
His short-distance sprinting speed reached the absolute limit.
The moment he pushed off the ground, the glittering golden dagger in Yang An's hand transformed into a dazzling golden thread!
Before the thugs could even react.
Yang An brought a gust of fierce wind with him, arriving right in front of them!
Meeting Yang An's indifferent, lightless eyes, the thug running point with a sword felt a vile chill rise in his heart. Immediately after, a cold, gleaming blade light slashing downwards filled his vision!
Squelch!
The blade light dissipated.
A blood line appeared in the center of the sword-wielding thug's forehead. In the blink of an eye, the entire man, along with the sword in his hand, was cleaved cleanly in two by Yang An's slash.
His bloody internal organs spilled onto the floor!
He split apart to the left and right, dead!
The second one.
Having slain one man in the blink of an eye, Yang An's movements didn't stop. His free left hand simultaneously locked onto the neck of another thug!
His eyes were as cold as frost.
It was as if what he held in his hand wasn't a person, but a chicken. As his five fingers exerted force and clamped down, a scalp-numbing sound of bones shattering echoed, accompanied by blood spurting from between his fingers. The thug's throat was instantly crushed into a mass of mangled flesh!
Yang An flicked his wrist, casting off the crimson blood in his palm!
The thug stared in horror, clutching his endlessly bleeding throat. He let out two whimpering sounds, stumbled back a few steps, rolled his eyes back, and collapsed dead.
The third one.
Having killed two men consecutively, an invisible, ferocious aura gradually emanated from Yang An, drowning the crowd of thugs within it. The courage that Wang Gou'er had just bought with money instantly withered by more than half.
The thugs hesitated in their charge toward Yang An.
However, while they hesitated.
Yang An certainly did not!
Treading the wind and snow, coming here in the dead of night, he had only one purpose!
And that was to kill!
To kill every single one of these animals!
Leaving no one alive!
KILL!!!
Activating the tenfold combat power also meant stamina consumption increased exponentially. Wasting not a single second, Yang An closed the distance to three men in just two steps.
Qin Guo'er's dagger was truly a divine weapon!
He slashed the dagger horizontally.
As the cold, sharp edge drew a horizontal line, two men were sliced completely in half at the waist amidst the flashing blade light. Their severed intestines mixed with foul blood and spilled all over the floor.
The fourth and fifth ones!
Those who were bisected at the waist could not die immediately.
Separated from their lower halves, the two thugs let out agonized, inhuman howls. The splattering blood sprayed onto the face of a man standing next to them.
That man's calves turned to jelly from terror.
Unable to hold onto the long staff he had originally intended to smash into Yang An's head, it fell to the floor with a clatter. Crying for his parents, he turned and ran.
Unfortunately, just as he turned around.
Yang An's iron hand had already clamped onto the back of his neck like an eagle's talon, lifting his entire body off the ground.
Yang An raised his foot and kicked.
Explosive force blasted into the man's lower back, shattering his pelvis and internal organs into pieces.
The sixth one!
From entering the door until now, only the time of a few breaths had passed!
Yang An had struck five times, and six people had died by his hands. In the blink of an eye, only six of the dozen or so thugs remained!
A massacre!
It was a one-sided massacre by Yang An!
The remaining thugs were completely jolted awake. How could they still have the guts to think about those two thousand taels of silver? Their courage completely shattered, right now they only wanted to flee, they only wanted to live!
Throwing away their weapons.
The thugs screamed and ran toward the main gate, terrified of running slower than the others.
However, upon reaching the door.
These thugs, who committed evil deeds on a daily basis, finally remembered that the main gate had already been locked dead by Yang An.
Crowded at the gate, they couldn't escape at all!
They were so desperate they were about to cry!
Seeing them gathered together, Yang An casually grabbed a corpse and hurled it at them!
Bang!
Flesh, blood, and white bone flew everywhere!
The thrown corpse instantly crushed one man to death. The remaining thugs were also smashed dizzy and knocked off their feet.
They collapsed to the floor with their heads split and bleeding!
The seventh one!
Yang An took a step and closed in on them.
He stomped and snapped one man's spine, stomped and caved in another's chest, and stomped and crushed a third's head.
The eighth, the ninth, the tenth!
Just like that, one stomp per person, one stomp per person. Soon, out of Wang Gou'er's twelve thugs, only two were left breathing.
In the eyes of the two surviving thugs.
How was Yang An still a human? He was simply a vicious ghost that had crawled out of hell! A man-eating vicious ghost!
The two were so terrified they soiled themselves.
A foul, piss-scented puddle spread across the floor. They knelt, crying and snotting, kowtowing repeatedly to Yang An.
"Lord Yang, spare our lives! It was our fault! You are a great man with a great heart!"
"We won't dare do it again, we'll never dare provoke you again!"
Yang An didn't respond in the slightest, coldly raising the dagger.
At this moment.
Wang Gou'er's furious roar came from behind him.
"Yang brat, die!"
Based on the information Wang Gou'er originally had, Yang An was just a frail scholar without the strength to truss a chicken. At first, Wang Gou'er hadn't taken him seriously, and due to his carelessness, nearly died at the Yang house.
Knowing his intelligence was absurdly wrong.
And knowing that Yang An was no scholar, but clearly a hidden martial artist whose grade was likely no lower than his own.
Unable to gauge Yang An's true strength.
Wang Gou'er had planned to let this group of thugs test the waters so he could know his enemy and himself.
But look at the situation now.
In just a few moments, his dozen or so subordinates had almost all been killed by Yang An! And he hadn't learned a single thing!
Wang Gou'er couldn't sit still anymore.
He grabbed his Nine-Ring Broadsword, leapt fiercely into the air, and brought the blade crashing down!
The blade light behind him was ferocious, yet Yang An's expression remained as cold and indifferent as before.
He didn't even turn his head!
Grabbing one thug and throwing him behind to block the blade, he simultaneously plunged the dagger in his hand into the neck of the other thug. Like peeling an apple, he carved a circle around his neck, slicing off his massive head.
The eleventh one!
As Yang An turned around, the thug he had thrown to block the blade had also died under Wang Gou'er's edge.
The twelfth one!
Looking at Wang Gou'er standing in front of him.
Up until now, Yang An, who had done nothing but kill since entering the room, spoke his first words.
"Your turn."