Unfettered Retribution: Slaughtering My Way through the World Chapter 52: Transforming Force Level 6! Advancing by Leaps a

"Hong Wentong, get out here now!"

In the distance, Bai Shihong’s furious roar continued to echo.

It was accompanied by the shouts of others.

"Surround this place! Don’t let a single fly escape! Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, find Hong Wentong!"

"Search now! Go door to door! Kill anyone you see, spare no one!"

"Hong Wentong, if you don’t co out, everyone here will die because of you!"

...

RUMBLE!

A large number of figures mobilized, completely surrounding the area. They kicked down doors one by one, cutting down anyone they saw, and soon, a wave of bloodcurdling screams filled the air.

Many wealthy families began to panic, wailing in despair.

"Boss Hong, please, stop hiding! Co out! Don’t drag us down with you! I pay you tribute every month!"

"Hong Wentong, you coward, hurry up and get out here! Do you really want everyone to die with you?"

"Co out, Hong Wentong! Uncle Hong, Grandmaster Hong!"

"Uncle Hong, just co out and die!"

...

This area was a typical wealthy district, with high walls, deep courtyards, and vast estates. It was filled with pavilions, rockeries, and gardens, making it the perfect place to hide.

In the past, these wealthy people had all been under the protection of the Red Sand Gang and had many financial dealings with them.

But tonight, to avoid being implicated by Hong Wentong, these wealthy people were all cursing him out.

"Hong Wentong, if you’re a fucking man, get your ass out here! What’s the big idea, dragging us all into this? A man answers for his own actions! Why do you have to make us all die with you?"

"Enough!"

Suddenly, a low, ice-cold voice ca from a courtyard. Covered in blood, Hong Wentong stood tall, his clothes fluttering as he began to walk outside.

The eyes of the search party lit up, and they all shouted.

"We found him!"

"Hong Wentong has appeared!"

"Hahaha, Hong Wentong, you won’t escape death today!"

Many of them burst into laughter and quickly surrounded him.

Bai Shihong, Lu Zhentian, Yue Kaishan, Zuo Qiuyun, and the others were even faster, streaking in from a distance to land in the area.

As for the wealthy people who had just been shouting, they all looked horrified and quickly backed away.

"Master Hong, we didn’t an to sell you out, it’s just... we had no choice. Please... please forgive us. After you die, I will definitely erect a monunt to you and have your virtues praised for generations to co."

One of the middle-aged n spoke with a trembling voice, terrified that Hong Wentong would lunge at them before he died.

Hong Wentong’s gaze was indifferent. He swept a look over the middle-aged man without a word, then looked straight ahead. When his eyes landed on Zuo Qiuyun, they narrowed slightly.

"Left Protector, I have never treated you unfairly, have I?"

Hong Wentong’s tone was low.

"Bullshit!"

Zuo Qiuyun spat and sneered, "You fucking had watched every day, utterly paranoid about ! It forced to protect myself, living timidly and uselessly under your shadow. I fucking hate your guts! Not only are you going to die tonight, but I’m also going to kill your entire family and make sure they can never be reborn!"

Zuo Qiuyun’s eyes filled with deep hatred.

All the events of the past seed to flash through his mind.

If Hong Wentong hadn’t repeatedly pushed him, he would never have had to continuously sell out his own subordinates, causing them all to fear him. In the entire massive gang, not a single person dared to align with him anymore.

He had long grown tired of this life of being manipulated and controlled.

"Hong Wentong, you’re at death’s door. There’s no need to say more. It’s simply naive to still be talking about right and wrong at a ti like this."

Lu Zhentian said in a cold tone.

"That’s right!"

Yue Kaishan also broke into a grin. "You were a Gang Leader of your generation. Why waste your breath before you die? A win is a win, and a loss is a loss. There’s nothing else to it!"

"Hong Wentong, I’ll give you a dignified death!"

Bai Shihong’s tone was cold as he stared at his opponent. "Co and fight !"

An aura surged from his body, making his robes snap in the wind.

Although he had sustained so minor injuries himself during the earlier battle with Hong Wentong.

However, his injuries were nothing compared to Hong Wentong’s.

Hong Wentong had used a Secret Technique earlier. Now that its effects had worn off, the backlash had set in, and he was no longer a threat.

Hong Wentong’s expression was grim. He took a light breath and fixed his gaze on Bai Shihong. "Fine. Then I will experience Elder Bai’s profound skills once more!"

His muscles bulged and power suffused his body as blue veins popped out on his skin. With a stomp of his foot, he charged directly toward Bai Shihong.

Bai Shihong didn’t hesitate. His eyes turned cold, and his body shot toward Hong Wentong like a savage beast, radiating a powerful and terrifying aura.

BOOM!

The mont they clashed, another terrifying roar erupted. Qi Energy blasted in all directions, sending swathes of floor tiles flying through the air.

Then, the two of them seed to transform into giant beasts as they began to clash violently, creating a terrifying series of BANGS.

The onlookers all wore cold smiles, watching everything intently.

Tonight, Hong Wentong would surely die!

Even if the Twelve Alliances investigated later, the Bai family would be there to handle it.

It had nothing to do with them.

While the fierce battle raged on, Chen Xuan’s figure once again rushed out of an alley. He casually slapped seven or eight unknown martial artists to death along the way, then raised his head and looked around.

’The sound from before seed to co from this direction? Why has it stopped now? Could it be that the Gang Leader is already dead?’

He frowned.

’Whatever.’

’Ti to add so points.’

He opened his panel again and saw that he had accumulated another 17,400 retribution points.

It was more than enough for him to break through to the next realm.

’Retribution points, add them to the Adamantine Sun Art!’

Chen Xuan thought to himself.

[Ding! You have consud 6000 retribution points to continue upgrading the Adamantine Sun Art. You have successfully obtained a 60x Cultivation Speed. At this mont, you can clearly feel your bones and muscles changing further. A torrent of scorching, powerful energy roars and howls within your body like a flood dragon...]

[You have consud another 8000 retribution points. Your Cultivation Speed has reached an astonishing 140x. You can feel your muscles constantly tearing and reforming, becoming stronger, more robust, and more inhuman. At this mont, it is as if a powerful Adamantine Guardian has awakened within you... You feel an unprecedented, imnse power...]

[Congratulations, Host! Your Adamantine Sun Art has broken through again!]

[You have reached the Sixth Layer of Transforming Force!]

BOOM!

His body was enveloped in raging energy. Waves of searing heat burned across his skin, making every inch feel like a red-hot branding iron. An uncountable amount of power filled his body...

Chen Xuan let out a light breath, quickly reined in his aura, and gave a casual wave of his hand.

"Satisfying!"

Tonight was truly his lucky night.

People were delivering retribution points to him one after another!

And now, he had even reached the Sixth Layer of Transforming Force in one fell swoop.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, a Crossbow Arrow shot toward his back from the shadows.

THWAP!

Without even looking, Chen Xuan casually reached out and caught the Crossbow Arrow in his hand. Then, he turned to look.

In the alley, a martial artist holding a crossbow and laden with large and small bags looked stunned, then imdiately turned to flee.

Chen Xuan threw it casually.

The Crossbow Arrow tore through the air with a shrill whistle. In an instant, it pierced through the back of the man’s head, sending his body flying seven or eight ters before it slamd hard against a distant wall. He couldn’t be more dead.

[...retribution points 300!]

"..."

Chen Xuan remained silent. He walked over, grabbed the large and small bags from the man’s body, and slung them over his own back as if they were rightfully his.

Just then, a thought struck Chen Xuan. He looked up again, hearing a series of low, deafening roars.

It sounded like powerful experts were fighting.

Without a second thought, he imdiately rushed over.