Supremely Talented Tyrant

Hao Jian remained composed and didn't head straight home. Instead, he changed his route, walking towards a sparsely populated alley.

"Boss, this kid is walking into a dark alley. Could it be that he's discovered us?" In the darkness of the night, several shadows appeared, all puzzled as they watched the direction in which Hao Jian disappeared.

They knew that Hao Jian's home was not located there, and his behavior seemed to be deliberately luring them to follow him.

"Let's go take a look!" a man with a hoarse voice commanded from the front.

The group swiftly flashed forward, rushing up to follow.

But when they entered the alley, they found that Hao Jian had vanished without a trace.

"Where is he?" The man was bewildered and discolored. This was a dead-end alley with no way out—how could Hao Jian have disappeared into thin air?

"Over here!"

A sudden sneer came from above their heads, and as they all looked up, they saw Hao Jian clinging to the wall like a gecko, his limbs bracing against the wall, his entire body wedged midair.

"Swoosh!"

Hao Jian suddenly dropped down, his feet aiming directly for the shoulders of one of them. The man's shoulders cracked audibly, and then he collapsed to the ground.

The others jumped back in alarm, opening a distance between themselves and Hao Jian, warily watching him.

At this moment, they were like frightened birds. Had Hao Jian really taken out one of them with his first move?

They should know—they were considered top elites within the Martial Evil Hall!

Indeed, these martial artists were from the Martial Evil Hall, and their purpose in seeking out Hao Jian was naturally for revenge. Since Hao Jian had made many enemies, his adversaries had unanimously decided to join forces against him, with Liang Jiankun being the first, followed promptly by the Martial Evil Hall.

It seemed as if a storm was about to burst forth, the building filled with tension.

"Let me guess, you must be from the Martial Evil Hall, right?" Hao Jian asked with a smile. Though there were martial artists following both Liang Jiankun and Kong Xiaozhen, those were people of extraordinary strength, unlike the riffraff before him.

Such a horde of riffraff could only belong to the Martial Evil Hall.

If Sun Bohong knew that the elites he valued were seen as nothing more than riffraff in the eyes of Hao Jian, one wonders what he would feel.

"What's the point in knowing so much when you're about to die anyway?" The martial artists let out cold, mocking laughter.

"Kid, daring to be an enemy of the Martial Evil Hall will be the most foolish decision you've ever made in your life!"

"Kneel and kowtow, and you may keep your corpse intact!"

The martial artists jeered and shouted.

"Actually, this grudge between me and the Martial Evil Hall has nothing to do with you. Honestly, there's no need for you to get involved. We don't have any personal grievances, and truthfully, I don't want to kill you."

Hao Jian sighed and said, "How about this? You all kneel down and knock your heads on the ground a few times, apologize, and we can call it even. How does that sound?"

"Us, kneel down and kowtow? Are you out of your mind? Did a door squeeze your brain? Don't you see how many of us there are?" The martial artists were all furious. Was this kid insane?

"I think he's been scared witless; he's talking complete nonsense now."@@novelbin@@

"Kid, originally I wanted to finish you with one slice, but seeing how arrogant you are, I've decided to change my mind. I'm going to torment you a bit, and then I'll kill you."

"Enough talk, let's get this started!" The leader of the group barked an order.

A group of people charged toward Hao Jian, the bright gleam of knife edges flashing in the dark alley under the moonlight.

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"Sigh, why don't you understand how to seize an opportunity?" Hao Jian felt helpless and his figure burst out accordingly.

One minute later, those martial artists all lay in pools of blood, dead to the last man.

"You. What kind of monster are you?" The leader, backed into a corner by Hao Jian, looked at him in terror.

In just one minute, they were completely defeated with no chance to resist in the hands of this man.

This could no longer just be described as powerful—it was sheer terror! This guy was not human, he was a monster!

Hao Jian didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Have you ever seen the color of your own heart?"

The man couldn't answer, just staring blankly at Hao Jian, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

"Do you know that if you remove your own heart quickly enough, you can see what it looks like before you die?"

Hao Jian asked again, a demon-like smile spreading across his lips, as he held up his blood-drenched hand: "Just like this."

The man was completely stunned. In Hao Jian's hand was a heart, lying peacefully and beating thump-thump vehemently.

The man felt his soul disintegrate in fear and instinctively looked down at his chest, only to realize that a bloody hole had appeared there without his notice.

"That's... my heart?"

The man was petrified. When had Hao Jian made his move, and why hadn't he felt anything? What had he used to extract his own heart? His bare hands?

Demon!

This guy couldn't possibly be human. A human could never so cleanly remove a heart from another's chest, especially not unnoticed like this.

The man felt a chill run down his spine and began to regret not heeding Hao Jian's advice earlier. If they had followed his advice from the beginning, perhaps they wouldn't have had to die.

"I have a way to prove this is your heart, which is." Hao Jian chuckled, then suddenly squeezed the heart, crushing it instantly.

"Huh." The man gasped as his face turned ashen in an instant.

"You see, this is your heart, isn't it?" Hao Jian continued to smile, his grin as brilliant as sunlight, yet it was a dark radiance.

Hao Jian wasn't truly unangered that evening.

Liang Jiankun had humiliated him at the Yu Family's home; he held back only because of Yu Qianchong's face, choosing not to retaliate against Liang Jiankun at the Yu Family. But now, faced with a group of fools seeking trouble, Hao Jian could no longer contain himself, and a glimpse of his darker side began to show.

"Tell me, who exactly are you?" The man knew he was going to die, and before his death, he wanted to know the identity of the one who killed him.

"Have you ever heard of the God of Death?" Hao Jian asked, not really expecting the man to know. After all, such a minor character wouldn't have access to such heights and thus was unlikely to know who he was.

But Hao Jian was mistaken—the man did know and was very familiar with it. In fact, it was precisely because he understood too much about the dark world that he was determined to practice martial arts.

With a ghastly smile, he asked, "Is it the God of Death who even the sovereigns of the Four Great Alliances fear?"

"Oh, you know?" Hao Jian was somewhat surprised.

"I. I am a fan of yours." The moment the man spoke, a stream of fresh blood spurted out. Yet, he didn't care:

"They all say you died, that you fell to the united offensive of the Four Great Sovereigns, but I didn't believe it. I've always believed you were alive and that one day you would return, rallying to the battle hymn, once again descending upon the throne of the gods!"