Chapter 4

He Wuhen was stunned by the sudden surprise. He had never imagined that the Blood-Drinking Saber could have such a miraculous effect.

Absorbing others' strength to enhance oneself—it was almost like the Star-Sucking Technique from a certain novel, truly a divine skill!

"I never thought the Blood-Drinking Saber could have such a bizarre effect. Killing a mastiff only increased my experience by ten points, but with one slash, I absorbed the strength of this lackey. He was demoted to a Fifth-Rank Warrior, while I advanced a whole level to a Fourth-Rank Warrior."

Feeling his strength multiply, He Wuhen was overjoyed.

With this, he had another way to level up. Not only could he grow stronger by killing beasts, but he could also become stronger by slashing people and absorbing their strength. It was truly a heaven-defying divine skill!

At this moment, Wang Kui's lackeys were completely terrified. Seeing He Wuhen laugh heartily, they were at a loss, not knowing what to do.

People have a common flaw: they bully the weak and fear the strong. In the past, He Wuhen was timid and cowardly, and these lackeys dared to beat the young master of the He family.

But now, things were different. He Wuhen had changed. Not only did he dare to fight back, but he also disabled a lackey with one slash. The other three lackeys immediately lost the courage to continue.

He Wuhen reined in his laughter, drew the Blood-Drinking Saber, and pointed its sharp black blade at the noses of the other three lackeys, sneering, "If you don't want to die, get lost!"

Hearing this, the three trembling lackeys felt as if they had been granted a reprieve. They turned and fled in a panic, leaving Wang Kui alone in the alley, stunned.

"This can't be... It's absolutely impossible. This can't be that waste of space."

Wang Kui was dumbfounded, still in shock, his face full of disbelief.

He couldn't reconcile the arrogant and powerful figure before him with the timid and cowardly He Dashaoye of the past.

"What's impossible? Go to hell!"

This incident made He Wuhen's pent-up anger explode. He kicked Wang Kui, who was still stunned, in the chest, sending him flying.

"A Da, A Er, attack! Beat him to death."

Kicking Wang Kui away, He Wuhen spat and gave the order, his demeanor resembling that of a spoiled rich kid.

A Da and A Er were stunned, still in shock.

Just a moment ago, they were beaten to a bloody pulp. Now, the once cowardly and useless young master had suddenly become incredibly brave, and the situation had completely reversed. They still found it hard to believe.

But they only hesitated for a moment before reacting. Their faces twisted into vicious grins, they pounced on Wang Kui, raising their fists and beating him mercilessly.

"Ahh! Ouch!" Piercing screams echoed through the alley. The passersby on the street had long since vanished, and no one dared to approach the alley, so no one would hear Wang Kui's cries.

Unable to accept reality, Wang Kui was quickly beaten to a bloody pulp by the two Eighth-Rank Warriors. His nose and face were bruised, and his head was bleeding. In just a few moments, he was beaten into a bloody mess, his lips swollen like sausages, looking incredibly ridiculous.

Wang Kui, in agony, finally came to his senses. He stopped focusing on He Wuhen's transformation and began to beg for mercy, knowing that if he didn't, he would be beaten to death.

"He Wuhen, you little bastard! You dared to kill my mastiff and beat me, you're dead, I tell you!"

Wang Kui, filled with rage and hatred, glared at He Wuhen, making a vicious threat.

"Damn, you still dare to threaten me? A Da, A Er, keep beating him. Break one of his arms as a lesson."

He Wuhen, pointing his saber at Wang Kui, sneered and ordered A Da and A Er to continue beating him.

Although he had leveled up, he was still a Fourth-Rank Warrior and not a match for Wang Kui, a Seventh-Rank Warrior. But his two lackeys were Eighth-Rank Warriors, and beating Wang Kui was easy.

A Da and A Er, loyal to He Wuhen, immediately followed the young master's orders. A Er stomped on Wang Kui's arm, which immediately bent backward and deformed, clearly broken.

"Ahh! Ahh!!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed as Wang Kui, in agony, clutched his arm and rolled on the ground, cold sweat drenching his body.

"He Wuhen! You damned bastard! I am a member of the Wang family. Do you dare to kill me? If you kill me today, the Wang family will declare war on the He family! Your grandfather will be the first to kill you!"

Seeing Wang Kui still so defiant, even using He Yaotian to intimidate him, He Wuhen's anger flared up.

Everyone in the Jade Capital knew that He Wuhen was most afraid of his grandfather, He Yaotian. Mentioning He Yaotian would have made He Wuhen flee in terror in the past.

But unfortunately for Wang Kui, the He Wuhen of today was no longer the useless rich kid of the past.

Sure enough, He Wuhen sneered, grabbed the Blood-Drinking Saber, and in a few steps, stood over Wang Kui, stepping on his chest and pressing the blade to his neck.

"Wang Kui, do you really think I won't dare to kill you?"

"Back when you beat and humiliated me in public, did you ever think of today? When you set your vicious dogs on me, did you ever show mercy?"

"Haha, now I'm just repeating what you did. Am I being too harsh? Think about how you treated me back then."

As he spoke, He Wuhen flicked the Blood-Drinking Saber, and the sharp blade accidentally cut Wang Kui's neck, causing blood to seep out. Wang Kui swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the blade, trembling in fear.

"Do you think mentioning your status as a Wang family member will keep you safe? Ha, you're just one of the dozens of third-generation grandsons of the Wang family. Do you think you can make the Wang family declare war on the He family? Go to hell! I've even raped a princess and am still alive. Do you think I won't dare to kill a small fry like you?"

Holding the Blood-Drinking Saber, He Wuhen spoke while slapping Wang Kui's face. The cold, bloodstained blade pressed against Wang Kui's face, turning him pale and causing him to wet his pants, the stench of urine and feces filling the air as he lost control of his bladder and bowels in fear.

"He Dashaoye... He Dada, I was wrong. Please don't kill me. Spare my life. I was blind to provoke you. Please forgive me!"

Wang Kui was truly terrified. He knew about He Wuhen's rape of Princess Lianyu and that He Wuhen was still alive, which showed the immense power of the He family.

Wang Kui, though a member of the Wang family, was not a core member. If he really died, the Wang family would not dare to declare war on the He family over him. This was the difference in their status.

"Hmph! That's better. Today, I'm in a good mood, so I'll spare your life. If I see you again, I'll chop off your third leg."

With that, He Wuhen left the alley with his two lackeys. The quiet alley was left with a terrified Wang Kui, still kneeling and begging for mercy.

After this incident, He Wuhen lost interest in buying beasts at the black market and returned to the He residence with his two lackeys.

On the way, A Da and A Er were distracted, their eyes filled with fear, not daring to look at He Wuhen. They still couldn't adapt to the drastic change in He Wuhen's behavior.

They had followed He Wuhen for four years and had seen all his cowardly and despicable actions. Today, the young master had become so brave and powerful, subduing Wang Kui and scaring him into wetting his pants. It was truly unbelievable!

When did the young master become so strong?