Chapter 12: No Mercy

“How dare you! Who are you to trespass in the Elders’ inner residence? Such insolence!”

“Where did this filthy brat come from? Don’t you know you can’t enter without being announced?”

“Guards, throw this stray dog out at once!”

As soon as he charged into the inner courtyard, several guards immediately blocked Wu Tian’s path, then pointed at Liu Qi and shouted furiously.

One of the attendants stepped forward, scrutinized Wu Tian, and then sneered, “Aren’t you that useless Wu Tian? Here to cause trouble, are you? Young Master Qin Long was just looking for you, and now you’ve come waltzing in yourself. You’re asking to die!”

Wu Tian’s voice was icy as he barked, “You’ve got a lot of nerve, forgetting your place. Courting death!”

“Heh! You still think you’re someone of importance? Since you’ve thrown yourself at our feet, don’t blame us for being ruthless!” The attendant looked at Wu Tian with disdain. “Boys, beat this stray dog within an inch of his life—better yet, cripple him. Keeping such trash in the Elders’ residence is a stain on our name!”

“Get him! This good-for-nothing has no place in the Qitian Sect!”

“Take him out! Master Qin will reward us!”

With that, several attendants brandished their weapons and rushed at Wu Tian.

Had Wu Tian been an ordinary disciple, they wouldn’t have dared to act so brazenly, but since he could not cultivate, he was considered worthless in the martial world of the Divine Dragon Continent. The Qitian Sect cared nothing for the life or death of a useless cripple.

A cold gleam flashed in Wu Tian’s eyes. He said icily, “Since you’re all so eager to die, don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”

No sooner had he spoken than the Black Dragon Blade appeared in Wu Tian’s hand, true energy surging into the blade. He stepped forward and swung with lethal force.

With a hiss, the blade fell, and an attendant’s head toppled to the ground, a massive wound marking the fatal strike—dead in an instant.

Before the head even hit the floor, Wu Tian’s Black Dragon Blade pierced another attendant’s heart.

Ding!

“Congratulations, player Wu Tian, for slaying an eighth-rank martial servant. Gained 100 experience and 10 silver.”

“Congratulations, player Wu Tian, for slaying a ninth-rank martial servant…”

In Wu Tian’s mind, the system’s notifications chimed in succession. In less than half a minute, he had slaughtered seven or eight attendants. He had already reached the tenth level of Martial Master, so dispatching these low-level servants earned him little experience, but scraps were still meat—he wouldn’t turn up his nose at any gain.

Only now did the remaining attendants in the inner courtyard snap out of their daze, staring at Wu Tian as if he were a monster.

“Madman… He’s gone insane! Killed so many—Wu Tian, not even Young Master Qin Long nor the Qitian Sect will spare you for this. You’re finished!”

Many attendants were scared out of their wits, some retreating in terror, pointing at Wu Tian, but at this point, no one dared bar his way.

…

Meanwhile, in a room within the inner courtyard, Qin Long and Wang Xiaoshi were leering at Xiao Hui, who was tied to the bed.

Xiao Hui was bound head to toe, a cloth gag covering her mouth, leaving her helpless.

“Xiao Hui, once you’re with us, you’ll want for nothing,” Wang Xiaoshi said, rubbing his hands and grinning as he approached the bed.

“Mmm… mmm…” Xiao Hui cried, shaking her head desperately.

“You refuse? Still thinking of that worthless Wu Tian? You’d best give up on him. Wu Tian’s as good as dead, and if you follow him, you won’t live long either. Better to come with us,” Qin Long said with a sneer.

Still, Xiao Hui shook her head with stubborn resolve.

“So you’d rather die for that trash?” Wang Xiaoshi’s expression darkened.

Though tears streamed down her face, Xiao Hui’s gaze remained firm as she glared at Wang Xiaoshi.

Smack! Wang Xiaoshi slapped her hard, and, powerless to resist, blood welled from Xiao Hui’s lips.

“Stupid whore, since you don’t know what’s good for you, we’ll just take what we want. Don’t blame us—actually, it’s more fun this way. Tsk, tsk… When I’m done, I’ll toss you to my attendants. Ha ha…”

“Heh, and when they’re done with you, we’ll just feed you to the dogs! Ha ha!” Qin Long chimed in.

Despair washed over Xiao Hui. She knew nothing good would come from falling into their hands. She’d even considered biting her tongue to end her life, but with her mouth gagged, she couldn’t.

“Heh heh, Xiao Hui, here we come.”

Bang, bang, bang! Just then, the door was pounded violently.

Wang Xiaoshi’s brow knotted. “Damn it, what’s so urgent? Ruining my fun!”

“Young Masters Wang and Qin, something’s wrong! Wu Tian is on a rampage—he’s almost here!” came an attendant’s anxious voice.

Wang Xiaoshi and Qin Long exchanged glances. A cold light flashed in Qin Long’s eyes. “That brat has walked right into our hands. Senior brother, he smashed my face in out on the street—now that he’s come here himself, we can’t let him off!”

“Naturally. I’ll teach that piece of trash a lesson myself!” Wang Xiaoshi cracked his knuckles with confidence.

Boom!

Before Wang Xiaoshi finished speaking, the door was kicked open with a resounding crash, and Wu Tian strode in.

“Wu Tian!” Wang Xiaoshi and Qin Long cried in shock.

“I order you to release Xiao Hui at once—or I’ll kill you all!” Wu Tian roared, eyes bloodshot at the sight of Xiao Hui bound to the bed.

“Wu Tian, you dare storm in here? Are you tired of living? You think a useless cripple like you will walk out of here alive?” Wang Xiaoshi sneered.

Yet both Wang Xiaoshi and Qin Long overlooked one crucial point: if Wu Tian were truly worthless, how could he have made it this far?

“I’ll count to five,” Wu Tian said coolly, raising five fingers.

“No need for five—I’ll have you begging for mercy before you finish the first!” Wang Xiaoshi snarled, charging at Wu Tian.

Qin Long, watching his senior brother attack, felt smug. His brother was already a first-rank Martial Master; Wu Tian, once hailed as Qitian Sect’s top genius, was only ever a first-rank Martial Master himself. Even if Wu Tian had regained his strength, he couldn’t possibly match his brother.

“Courting death,” Wu Tian uttered with chilling calm.

“Die!” In a flash, Wang Xiaoshi appeared before Wu Tian, his massive fist swinging toward Wu Tian’s head. No ordinary man could dodge such a blow, and a triumphant smile already curled Wang Xiaoshi’s lips.

But in the blink of an eye, that smile froze—as Wu Tian’s figure vanished from view.

“You can die now,” Wu Tian’s indifferent voice sounded from behind Wang Xiaoshi, and with no hesitation, the Black Dragon Blade slashed toward Wang Xiaoshi’s neck.