Hearing Fang Zhe's last sentence, the submissive smile on Han Mujun's face instantly vanished, replaced by utter disbelief. It felt as though the blood in his veins had stopped flowing. "Y-You..." Han Mujun stepped back, his breathing turning so ragged that the wound on his right arm began to seep fresh blood through the gauze once again. "Fang Zhe! You cannot do this! You have violated your own oath!" "Patriarch?!" the Elders shouted in panic, completely bewildered by this drastic turn of events. "Fang Zhe!" Han Mujun roared, his voice hoarse with a mixture of raw fury and deep frustration. "Three days ago, you defeated me in Nan She Province and demanded atonement! I handed over the entire supreme financial authority of the Han Family... That was a global black ATM card containing all the liquid assets we accumulated over three generations! Even..." Han Mujun raised the remaining stump of his severed right arm, trembling violently as tears of rage streamed down his pale face.

The crimson ice dust from the shattered remnants of the gigantic Blood Sword still drifted through the air, glittering beneath the fading evening light like a beautiful yet lethal spectacle. Across the ruined floor of the pavilion, fifty elite cultivators of the Han Family lay helplessly scattered. Their breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps, and the ripples of spiritual energy within their bodies had been completely extinguished. The Han Clan, once so deeply revered in this province, had collapsed in mere seconds. Han Mujun knelt in the center of his own pooling blood. The remains of his left hand clutched his chest, which felt utterly crushed from the formation's backlash. His bloodshot eyes scanned the surroundings, watching his core elders and shadow guards draw their final breaths one by one. His courage, his thirst for vengeance, and his arrogance as a Patriarch crumbled away, replaced by an abysmal despair. "Ruined... everything is ruined..." Han Mujun whispered, his voice h

Hearing the thunderous roar of fury from within the cell block of the strongest prison in the Celestial Star Nation, the prison guards stationed outside the iron bars instantly fell to their knees, their bodies trembling violently. They knew that the terrifyingly tattooed young man inside was no ordinary inmate—he was a ruthless "dragon" whose power was capable of turning heaven and earth upside down. None other than Han Ling. * While a storm of rage was freshly ignited in the darkest corner of the country, a commercial airliner landed smoothly at the airport of Nan She Province. Fang Zhe spent the three-hour flight with his eyes closed, stabilizing the pure ice energy within his dantian while simultaneously checking the system menu, which now held a balance of 20,000 points. To him, the threat from someone like Han Ling did not disturb his composure in the slightest. According to his initial plan, his utmost priority at the moment was to strengthen those closest to him first.

[Diiiing!] [Coordinates Locked. Initiating real-time navigation...] A red dot blinked in the corner of his virtual map, pointing to a narrow alleyway in a small slum on the outskirts of Nan She Province. [Remaining time: 42 minutes!] "42 minutes... more than enough," Fang Zhe muttered. Wuuuuush! Without wasting a single second, his body shot forward using his lightness technique. In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished from the second-floor living room, leaving behind the warmth of a freshly brewed tea whose steam was still thin and swirling. Wuuuuush! Wuuuuush! Now, Fang Zhe continuously leaped across the rooftops of buildings beneath the pitch-black night of Nan She Province, like an eagle hunting its prey. The night wind howled fiercely in his ears, but his focus remained locked entirely on the red dot displayed on the system interface. Ten minutes later, mid-journey. Down below, in a dimly lit dead-end alley beneath a flickering, broken street lamp, the atmosphere wa

"Aunt Mei, fetch some warm water and a clean towel! Doctor Irma, hold her hand to stabilize her blood flow!" Fang Zhe shouted. "Erina, help me light the candles!" "Right away!" Aunt Mei and Doctor Irma replied in unison. Wuuuush! Wuuuush! With swift dexterity, Fang Zhe utilized his spiritual needle technique to isolate the poison around her stomach, preventing it from spreading to Erina’s heart. Using a medical scalpel that had been sterilized over the candle flame, Fang Zhe maintained a cold expression and absolute precision as he cut away the flesh tissue that had necrotized due to the poison around Erina’s stomach. "Uuuugh!" The girl groaned in pain within her unconscious state, but Doctor Irma deftly held her body down. "Medical needle and thread, quickly!" Doctor Irma handed them over without hesitation. Under the guidance of Fang Zhe’s Divine medical instincts, his fingers moved as fast as afterimages. Each pierce of the needle stitched the tear in Erina's abdominal wal