Starforce Warriors-Chapter 484: Night of Blood and Rain in the Slums (3)

The slums were soon engulfed in raging flames. Many makeshift houses that were hastily constructed from flimsy materials had caught fire.

Countless impoverished residents were trapped by the inferno in rooms no larger than pigeon cages. The air was filled with the harrowing symphony of sounds of screams, struggles, and curses. It was a scene of pure human tragedy.

"Sigh. This is the result of their sins." A young man with a jade-like face and earlobes that hung to his shoulders remarked, his voice tinged with a faint sense of regret. His expression remained detached as he watched the silhouettes of people struggling within the fiery hell and murmured, "Only through death can they atone."

Four young women of striking beauty stood around him, their pale skin almost luminous. Each held a sword, their blades shimmering in hues of gold, silver, copper, and iron; yellow, white, red, and black.

Escorted by a team of elite Kong family warriors, the young man moved through the burning slums with the calm air of a nobleman touring a chaotic world, serene and unbothered by the suffering around him.

Yet, despite the horrors unfolding before him, he made no effort to extend a hand to save anyone. Suddenly...

Crack! Boom!

The sky rumbled with thunder as dark clouds gathered overhead. In an instant, a torrential downpour began. The cold rain fell like soybeans, pounding against the ground and extinguishing some of the flames. The icy droplets soaked the scorched earth, creating a stark contrast to the raging chaos of moments before.

"Young Master, the family head sent me to inform you that the leaders of the three major gangs are all gathered ahead." The Kong family’s chief steward bowed deeply in respect as he delivered the message.

The young man gave a slight nod. Truthfully, he held little regard for tonight’s operation. The weeds of the slums hardly deserved his sword. Grass was meant to be cut by sickles, not blades of distinction.

Even figures like Long Zhengfei, Li Buyi, and Chi Chunshui, who had been highlighted in the dossiers, were nothing more than weeds in his eyes. How could such rabble merit his attention, let alone his sword?

Killing them would add little to his name. Yet, for the sake of family interests, he had reluctantly agreed.

"My teacher was right." He mused silently. "The family is a cage of bones. To be bound by it is to hinder the path to Sainthood."

His four elegant sword-maidens flanking him, the young man parted the crowd and strode forward unhurriedly.

In the central square of the slums, the two sides faced off in a tense standoff. At the forefront stood Long Zhengfei, Chi Chunshui, and Li Buyi, leading a sea of thousands of slum fighters.

Their eyes, bloodshot with fury, burned with hatred as they glared at the warriors of the Du and Kong families. The slum dwellers’ rage was palpable. There was a collective desire to tear these invaders who had stormed their homes with fire and death into pieces and reduce them to nothing but minced flesh.

The heads of the Du and Kong families, standing behind their forces, felt a twinge of unease. The Kong family head only just realized that the slum dwellers of Haijing City were far more fearsome and formidable than the rabble from Xu Base City.

In just half an hour of fighting, the Kong family’s private armed forces had already suffered significant losses. Though they had managed to push in this far, the lackluster effort of the Police Department troops had stalled their advance. The combined forces of the two families were beginning to show signs of exhaustion.

In the most recent skirmish, Long Zhengfei’s iron fists had killed over a dozen of the Kong family’s elite experts. The Kong family head finally lost his composure as he summoned his family’s prodigy.

"Weilan, kill them for me!" He bellowed, pointing at Long Zhengfei, Chi Chunshui, and Li Buyi.

The eyes of the pale and refined young man, Kong Weilan, swept over the three leaders of the slum. His eyes, deep as the stars, glimmered faintly with disappointment.

Famous by reputation, but disappointing in person. So these are the so-called three giants of the slum?

He stepped forward slowly. The four sword-maidens by his side moved to follow, but Kong Weilan raised his hand, signaling them to stop.

“Gold, silver, copper, and iron; you are unworthy of any of these blades,” he declared coldly.

His gaze shifted back to the three slum leaders as he continued, “Killing you would only defile my sword.”

“Hah! You’re quite the pompous little brat,” Long Zhengfei laughed heartily. “State your name. My Divine Fist doesn’t kill nameless nobodies.”

Kong Weilan’s lips curled into a faint smile as a flash of sword light burst forward.

"Watch out!" Chi Chunshui’s heart surged with alarm as he instinctively hurled the ruler in his hand.

Clang!

Sparks erupted as the ruler, a weapon he had kept by his side for years, was instantly shattered into fragments by the force of the sword qi. But the remaining energy of the sword qi showed no signs of dissipating.

Long Zhengfei sensed danger. Channeling all his cultivation into his fists, he transformed his hands into what seemed like solid metal as he unleashed a devastating strike.

Boom!

The impact of the clash pushed the rain in a radius of several hundred meters clean away.

Thud.

Long Zhengfei’s body crashed heavily to the ground. Both of his fists were shredded. The skin was flayed, as his fingers beneath them were crushed. His arms were riddled with deep gashes as the muscles and bones were utterly destroyed.

"Father!" Long Jing’er screamed, rushing to his side.

On the other side, Kong Weilan extended his hand. An invisible force surged forth, lifting Long Jing’er into the air, holding her captive as she struggled in vain.

Li Buyi acted swiftly in this dire situation. The bamboo rod in his hand shot forward, aimed directly at Kong Weilan in a desperate bid to intervene.

Whoosh!

A sharp sound of air being pierced rang out.

“Hmm?” Kong Weilan raised an eyebrow in slight surprise.

This fortune-teller’s strength is far beyond the other two.

Kong Weilan exhaled, and a streak of sword light shot forward.

Swish!

The bamboo rod’s force was instantly shattered, and the sword light pierced through Li Buyi’s left shoulder. The impact sent him flying backward as he crashed heavily into the crowd behind him.

At the same time, Kong Weilan had already effortlessly seized Long Jing’er by the neck.

Everything had happened in the blink of an eye. Before anyone could react, the three major leaders of the slum had already been defeated by this pale, refined young man. A wave of unrest rippled through the slum fighters as murmurs and shouts filled the air.

Kong Weilan glanced at the defiant young woman in his grip. Her fair skin and fiery eyes caught his attention, and a faint smile of satisfaction crossed his lips.

“A fine vessel indeed. A perfect cauldron. Master will surely be pleased... Bind her.”

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He casually tossed Long Jing’er behind him. Kong family experts quickly moved to restrain her, gagging her and shackling her wrists and ankles.

A disinterested Kong Weilan raised his hand. The rain within a hundred-meter radius froze as the droplets hung in midair.

“Go.”

He pushed his palm forward. A piercing screech filled the air as each raindrop transformed into a tiny sword. A blinding storm of sword lights came down on the slum fighters like a rain of death.

"Divine Realm?" Mr. Ruler’s face twisted in shock, his eyes flickering with a sense of despair.

He realized in that instant that the slum’s three major gangs were doomed. Death had arrived. But just as the inevitable seemed certain—

Aaaang hou!

A thunderous dragon’s roar descended from the heavens. A crimson-golden dragon phantom appeared above the battlefield and dove in front of the crowd. A deafening bellow unleashed a shockwave that shattered the storm of swords into nothingness.

Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms!

A figure descended from the sky.

“Young friend!” exclaimed Chi Chunshui. His face lit up with unrestrained joy.

Li Xiaofei had finally returned.