Translator: CinderTL
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Huang Shang ascended the stairs slowly, flanked by three elite guards from the Security Bureau.
The sound of their footsteps triggered the motion-sensing lights in the stairwell.
At that moment, a burly man with high vigilance suddenly sensed something.
He snapped his gaze toward the corner of the corridor. "Who!? Who's there!?"
A shadow, blending seamlessly with the railing, was clearly visible at the bend in the hallway.
As he shouted, the other two guards immediately became alert.
And that shadow…
Stood up.
"So, while a century-class fugitive is still on the loose, you guys are sitting here enjoying your meals?"
A voice echoed through the corridor.
The accusatory tone displeased a middle-aged man, who barked, "Who are you? Which department are you with? Who's your superior—"
Before he could finish speaking, Li Chunjun stepped into view at the stairwell corner.
The moment they saw him clearly, the middle-aged man—clearly of considerable rank within the Security Bureau—suddenly fell silent, as if his throat had been clamped shut.
An indescribable fear surged through his eyes.
"L-Li Chunjun!?"
Not just him—the burly man's face also stiffened.
Huang Shang, who had been somewhat tipsy moments ago, instantly sobered up.
His eyes widened in shock, locking onto the figure at the stairwell corner. His body began trembling uncontrollably.
"You… You're still here!?"
For some time, they had turned a blind eye to the lax search efforts for Li Chunjun, hoping he would sense the danger and leave Guangzhou City on his own. But now…
He was still here!?
Was he planning to exterminate the entire Jin family!?
Is he insane!?
Yes!
He's insane—completely insane!
And now, this monstrously powerful madman was blocking his way!?
A jolt of terror shot through Huang Shang, and he instinctively turned to flee at full speed.
But the instant he moved, Li Chunjun's left hand flashed to his waist.
A short blade shot forward with a piercing whistle, weaving past the burly man, the middle-aged man, and the third guard, striking Huang Shang's thigh with pinpoint accuracy.
A wave of searing pain overwhelmed him. He stumbled on the stairs, lost control of his body, and tumbled down, rolling across the ground while screaming in agony.
"Director!"
"Brother Shang!"
"Second Uncle!"
Three shouts rang out simultaneously.
Among them, the young man who called him "Second Uncle" roared with fury. Like a raging lion, he drew a dagger and lunged forward.
But as he charged past the burly man, a flash of sword light—moving at an inhuman speed—pierced through him.
Shhk!
His body convulsed.
In the burly man's horrified gaze, a glistening sword tip had emerged from the young man's skull.
It was so fast that even this elite expert—who was only a step away from fully mastering both internal and external martial arts—couldn't track the sword's movement!
The sight sent sheer terror flooding through him.
"No way!?"
He hadn't been present at Mo Lei's funeral or the Jin family massacre.
Well, Mo Lei's funeral and the Jin family funeral were basically the same thing.
He hadn't witnessed the carnage firsthand.
But afterward, when even the Speaker was alerted, he had rushed to the scene.
There, he saw the bodies being carried out—one after another.
Dozens of external martial arts masters.
Over twenty internal martial arts experts.
All dead.
The sight of nearly a hundred corpses strewn across the Jin family courtyard had sent shivers down his spine.
And when the body of Fang Lieyun—the Security Bureau's strongest fighter, whom he wouldn't have dared challenge even in his wildest dreams—was brought back, he finally understood the sheer terror that was Li Chunjun.
And now, here he was…
Face-to-face with this walking calamity.
And in just a single instant, Huang Shang's nephew—who had trained under a renowned master and achieved internal strength mastery before turning thirty—was dead, without even seeing how the sword had been drawn.
That was when he truly grasped the depth of horror this man embodied.
It was a fear impossible to imagine without facing it directly.
Paralyzed by this terror, one of the Security Bureau's top ten experts knew he couldn't afford to linger. He immediately leaped backward, retreating at full speed.
Unfortunately, he was too close.
He had always prided himself on leading from the front, eager to impress Huang Shang.
This time was no different—he had been the first to sense and expose Li Chunjun's presence.
And so…
As he desperately retreated, Li Chunjun withdrew his sword from the young man's skull and struck again—this time, faster than lightning.
Like a thunderbolt from the heavens, the blade overtook his fleeing body and pierced straight through his throat.
Shhk!
The burly man's eyes widened in shock as his body was thrown backward. Blood gushed from his throat in a crimson arc, painting a chillingly beautiful line in the air.
The last remaining man—the middle-aged officer of seemingly the highest rank under Huang Shang—screamed in terror, "It's not—"
He never finished his sentence.
Li Chunjun's left hand lashed out like a viper, seizing him by the throat before he could react.
Then, without pause, Li Chunjun leaped downward.
Still gripping the man's throat like a ragdoll, he vaulted several meters through the air, clearing the bodies of the fallen guards and landing heavily on the ground.
Then…
As Li Chunjun's feet touched down, he slammed the man into the ground with brutal force.
Boom!
The impact sent a paralyzing shock through the man's entire spine.
A crushing, needle-like pain radiated through his organs, making him convulse violently. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, unable to suppress the injury.
This was…
Internal trauma.
At that moment, the lights in the entire building—and in the surrounding buildings—suddenly flicked on.
Three internal-strength-trained elites had been wiped out in an instant.
Huang Shang, still writhing on the ground with a blade in his leg, had been howling in pain.
But as he saw the lights turning on around them, an idea struck him, and he shouted desperately:
"Quick! Help me! That century-class fugitive is here! He's rampaging in our residential complex! Gather the forces and take him down now!"
His voice echoed through the dark night, carrying far into the distance.
However…
The Security Bureau's residential complex did not respond as he had expected.
The lights that had turned on…
Began shutting off.
Not just the ones recently switched on.
Even homes that had already been illuminated…
Also turned dark.
Within ten seconds, the surrounding buildings became pitch black.
Only the faint glow of streetlights remained.
Huang Shang's mouth opened involuntarily.
But whatever he had intended to yell…
The words refused to come out.
It was as if his heart had plummeted into an abyss.
(End of the Chapter)
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