Chapter 2

"Tiandu, Minghe?"

Holding a dripping long sword, two young men in windcoats coldly walked in through the main door, one on each side.

The hall was in an uproar, and the people in the center quickly made way, forming a path. A few couldn't resist the urge to attack, but before they could move, a flash of the sword and their heads were already gone.

Qin Hengshan's face was dark, and a glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"You shouldn't be here!"

"There's nothing wrong with that. The one who shouldn't be here is that fool, Jingsheng!"

Minghe lightly flicked the long sword in his hand, and drops of blood fell onto the red carpet, instantly disappearing without a trace. He gently caressed the sword, as if it were a lover, tender and meticulous. Minghe and Tiandu were twin brothers, but Minghe's temper was a bit more explosive. His identity could be discerned from his first words.

"Bold! Impudent! Seize them!"

Seeing his master's displeasure, the butler behind Qin Hengshan immediately stepped forward and shouted. Instantly, countless black-clad bodyguards rushed in from outside the hall, surrounding Tiandu and Minghe.

The many guests were stunned, then laughed, retreating to the periphery to watch the show. Such a grand spectacle was rare. However, some of the more astute ones felt fear and quickly slipped away.

Jun Wuming naturally saw all this and smiled contemptuously.

"1. 2. 3. Fall!"

Swoosh, one after another, like cutting wheat, a group of men and women suddenly collapsed, lying on the ground in a large circle within a few breaths.

"Ten Fragrant Soft Tendon Powder? No, the intense poison in their bodies?"

Qin Hengshan's eyes were as cold as water, his face full of killing intent. If these people died here, even he would be in deep trouble. What made him even more furious and shocked was that the intense poison in Tiandu and Minghe's bodies seemed to have been completely neutralized. How was this possible? Who in the world could neutralize the poison of "Seven Layers of Hell"!

"Seven Layers of Hell, seven poisons in a random order, with seven antidotes. One wrong move, and they would burst and die!"

"Is it you?"

"Of course, it's me!" Jun Wuming straightened his clothes and walked forward from the corner, a gentle smile on his face, respectfully looking at the old man in a neat gray Zhongshan suit.

This only made Qin Hengshan angrier.

"Can you treat poison?"

His voice rolled like thunder, the imposing momentum creating invisible ripples that echoed in the hall, causing the three men to frown. They exchanged glances, all surprised. They knew Qin Hengshan was always secretive, but they didn't expect his skills to be so profound that he could affect the surroundings with his internal energy alone.

Jun Wuming then sneered and lightly snorted, a powerful sound wave emanating from his mouth, shaking the surroundings.

"Bang, bang" The intense sound waves created immense force, shattering the reinforced glass around the hall. Glass shards fell, cutting the heads and faces of the unconscious people on the ground, nearly killing them.

The white-clad youth and Qin Xia, who had collapsed on the ground, looked incredulous, using the fiery yang energy in their bodies to suppress the effects of the drug. Jingsheng shakily got up from the ground, pointing at Jun Wuming and said, "Your martial arts..."

"My martial arts are still intact, right?"

Jun Wuming smiled, then his eyes turned dark, and he suddenly roared, "All thanks to you two dogs!"

"I don't care about your love, but you shouldn't have involved that bitch in a plot against me."

"Is it fun? Your closest brother and beloved sister teaming up to plot against me."

"Ha ha ha."

It seemed as if he was laughing until tears came out. The madness in Jun Wuming's eyes flickered like lightning, his killing intent hard to hide, his handsome face twisted with a ferocious expression.

"Do you think that old man would really hand over the organization to me? Do you think I really care about that old man's rotten company? What a huge joke!!"

"Disabling my martial arts, do you think I can't do anything to you!!" His face was grim, veins bulging, his gaze terrifying.

Jun Wuming seemed to realize his loss of composure, and he smiled gently again, straightening his sleeves. Facing the curious gazes of the crowd, he slowly smiled and said, "Wuming is good at disguise and hidden weapons. Jingsheng is skilled with firearms, and Tiandu and Minghe are good with swords. The old man went to great lengths to control us."

"Hmm" He smiled, "No, he should be concerned about the next generation, personally finding us the 'Seven Layers of Hell' to treat our defiance!"

"I must admit, the old man was thoughtful. But I was lucky. A few years ago, during a mission to assassinate an elder in the ancient martial world, I obtained a secret manual."

"That manual is called the Poison King's Manual. More unfortunately, it accidentally recorded a supreme martial art, specifically for those whose dantian is destroyed and limbs are injured!"

Tsk, tsk, Jun Wuming held a wine glass, swirled the red, alluring liquid, drank it in one gulp, and sighed lightly. He looked at the crowd with regret and shook his head, "Your luck is really bad!"

"Silkworm Transformation?"

His sleeves fluttered without wind, silver hair dancing, Qin Hengshan seemed to realize, his stern face twitching, regretting his hesitation. He should have eliminated this bastard regardless of the risk.

At the same time, he felt a faint regret. Wuming, Jingsheng, Tiandu, and Minghe, the four great killers, were all trained by him personally. They were the kings of all killers, and Wuming was the most outstanding among his many disciples, excelling in both internal energy and character!

However, Jun Wuming was too outstanding. In terms of intelligence, martial arts, and prestige, the other three killers couldn't compare, causing Qin Hengshan to lose sleep and eat poorly, wanting to eliminate him as soon as possible!!

"Silkworm Nine Transformations, rebirth after calamity!" Jun Wuming smiled coldly, "Old man, are you ready to die?"

"Oh, right, are you still waiting for your twelve killers? I forgot to tell you, your twelve precious killers were all killed by my two adorable brothers. No one will be there to see you off. Aren't you angry? If you're angry, let me help you on your way!"

Rubbing the transparent wine glass in his hand, blood droplets appeared, like surging waves. However, Jun Wuming felt no sensation, a wild fire burning in his heart, his eyes turning blood red.

"Bang" Chairs and tables flew, shattered by a powerful force.

"You two go first, do me one last favor, kill all those incompetent killers outside!"

Minghe and Tiandu exchanged glances, nodded slightly, and silently leaped out of the hall. A few muffled groans followed, indicating they had started their slaughter.

"Rebel!!"

Jun Wuming's charming smile flashed, and he released the oppressive aura that had been locking Qin Hengshan.

"Raising a son to see you off, old man, today I will fulfill your lifelong dream! Repay your upbringing! So you won't die with regrets in hell!"

In a flash, countless punches and kicks flew. Jun Wuming's hands were disabled, but his legs had become even more powerful.

With each kick, the air exploded like thunder, layer upon layer of force waves pressing toward the old man in the Zhongshan suit.

"Bang" Just a moment of carelessness, and Jingsheng, whom Qin Hengshan was protecting, was kicked by Jun Wuming, rolling several feet and spitting out a mouthful of blood, crashing into the corner, lying motionless, dead or alive.

"You."

"Take care of yourself first!"

"Indestructible Body!"

"Heavenly Residual Leg, four consecutive moves!"

Jun Wuming sneered inwardly, excitement spreading across his face. Qin Hengshan's decades of cultivation were indeed extraordinary, but compared to Jun Wuming, who had undergone a transformation through the Silkworm Nine Transformations, he was far inferior. A martial artist at the innate realm was not comparable to one at the acquired realm.

Trying to hold on with decades of cultivation, dreaming! Mocking, he seized the opportunity when Qin Hengshan's technique had a flaw, gathering all his yin energy from the Silkworm, and kicked out.

A cold blue light flashed on Jun Wuming's body, the energy at his foot turning into blue ice shards like lightning, "Bang" instantly shattering Qin Hengshan's golden protective shield, and stepping into his chest.

"Bang" Blood splattered, and Qin Hengshan was kicked into a large glass, instantly piercing his heart and lungs. After a brief struggle, his eyes dimmed, and he died.

Jun Wuming coldly snorted, not caring if he was really dead or not, and stepped on him, instantly freezing the unconscious Qin Hengshan with an extremely cold blue light.

Turning around, he looked at the unconscious Qin Xia with ill intent, just as he was about to act, the sky suddenly darkened, and a huge hand descended from the sky.

"Found you.."

"Ah! Damn, what a big.. coffin.."

A deafening explosion echoed, and after hearing a few words, Jun Wuming immediately lost consciousness.