Jiang Chen paid no attention to the enraged Blood Fiend. He pushed his Phantom Light Step to the limit, his figure becoming a blur as he appeared beside another Blood Fiend Gang member.
In an instant, another lifeless body crumpled to the ground.
Blood Fiend's eyes widened in disbelief. His gaze darted around, but no matter how much he tried to keep up with Jiang Chen, he couldn't match his speed. He could only watch helplessly as Jiang Chen took down his men one by one.
Within minutes, every member of the Blood Fiend Gang who had accompanied Blood Fiend lay on the ground, lifeless.
"Very well... Very well!" Blood Fiend's voice trembled with rage as he stared at Jiang Chen. "Boy, if you walk out of Xuancang Mountain alive today, I'll write my name backward!"
Blood Fiend was furious beyond measure. Since establishing the Blood Fiend Gang and rising to dominance around Cangshan City, he had never faced such humiliation. He no longer cared that this was Jiang Wuya's son—this boy would pay a bloody price today.
"Blood Fiend Fist!"
With a roar, Blood Fiend swung his right fist, releasing a dazzling, blood-red light. The energy condensed into a massive, scarlet fist over a foot long.
"Die, boy!" Blood Fiend bellowed, launching the blood-red fist like a meteor crashing from the sky.
Jiang Chen's expression remained calm. Without hesitation, he unleashed the Azure Dragon Sky-Breaking Fist.
His punch collided with the blood-red fist mid-air. The moment their energies clashed, the scarlet fist trembled, contorting under the force of Jiang Chen's attack. In an instant, it shattered into fragments of light, dissipating into nothingness.
Blood Fiend staggered backward, falling to one knee. Blood sprayed from his mouth, his face pale and full of shock.
"You... Who are you?" Blood Fiend coughed violently, struggling to breathe. His eyes were wide with terror as he stared at Jiang Chen.
The strength of Jiang Chen's punch far exceeded his Blood Fiend Fist. The young man's technique was undoubtedly an intermediate-level Black-Rank martial art, perhaps even stronger. More frighteningly, Jiang Chen's cultivation had surpassed his own; he had reached the ninth level of the Qi Protection Realm.
Even Lin Yu, the so-called genius of the Lin family, would pale in comparison.
"I am Jiang Chen, the current head of the Jiang family," Jiang Chen declared coldly. "I told you—after today, there will be no Blood Fiend Gang in Cangshan City."
His words hung in the air like an unbreakable decree. In a flash, he appeared before Blood Fiend, his presence exuding lethal intent.
"Stop... Patriarch Jiang! I... I am willing to surrender!" Blood Fiend's voice trembled, his eyes filled with fear.
Jiang Chen stared at him coldly. "Why should I trust you?"
Blood Fiend frantically pulled out a scroll from his robe. "I have a secret technique-a binding spell that enslaves the user. Once you cast it on me, my life will be in your hands. I won't dare betray you!"
His voice pleaded desperately, the arrogance from earlier completely gone. Blood Fiend knew that Jiang Chen's strength rivaled, if not surpassed, Jiang Wuya's. If he didn't surrender now, he would die here in Xuancang Mountain today.