Unfettered Retribution: Slaughtering My Way through the World Chapter 55: Putting on Quite a Show

The streets were quiet.

Chen Xuan rose to his feet. He casually flicked the fresh blood from his hands and let out a long breath.

What a relief!

All powerful enemies eliminated.

His retribution points were soaring.

This was the joy of life!

Staggering footsteps sounded from behind him.

Covered in blood, Hong Wentong was leaning against the alley wall, struggling forward.

When he erged, his face filled with horror as he gazed upon a sight he would never forget.

A tall, sturdy youth in a black robe stood at the edge of a sea of fire. Qi Energy swirled around him, his aura overwhelming. At his feet lay a concave, twisted corpse, a grueso sight to behold...

"Unbelievable..."

Hong Wentong muttered.

He had imagined every possible scenario for tonight.

He had even considered whether the authorities would intervene at the critical mont...

But he never would have imagined that the one to change everything would be Chen Xuan.

’So, those two tis I tested Chen Xuan before... I found out jack squat?’

’This kid... just how much strength has he been hiding?’

’A monster!’

’A truly peerless monster!’

Chen Xuan suddenly turned to Hong Wentong and said calmly, "Gang Leader, are you still able to move?"

"I am!"

Hong Wentong nodded imdiately.

"Then please put an end to this chaos at once."

Chen Xuan smiled.

"Alright!"

Hong Wentong nodded again. "First, we’ll cut off the heads of Bai Shihong, Lu Zhentian, and Yue Kaishan. You’ll accompany back to headquarters!"

"My pleasure!"

Chen Xuan nodded, bent down, and pulled the dagger from Bai Shihong’s body. He then cut off his head, held it in his hand, and walked back toward the previous area.

Before long, he had severed the heads of Lu Zhentian, Yue Kaishan, and Zuo Qiuyun one by one.

After doing all this, Chen Xuan followed behind Hong Wentong, carrying the heads.

At this very mont, the entire headquarters was in a state of chaos.

The air was filled with deafening war cries and the clang of various weapons.

Many were also taking advantage of the chaos to loot.

Figures darted about in the mayhem, and every corner was being ransacked, leaving a trail of devastation.

Even the local authorities had made an appearance.

A Chief Constable, Yuan Hai, stood there, shouting, "The Red Sand Gang colluded with rebels to subvert Black Stone City! Exterminate these traitors!"

But while his words were about exterminating rebels, he was actually directing his subordinates to quickly loot the Red Sand Gang’s premises.

Chests of gold, silver, and jewels were being carried out.

Once outside, they imdiately attracted countless covetous eyes, sparking even more ferocious battles.

The Red Sand Gang headquarters was more chaotic than ever before.

Just as Yuan Hai, furious, was about to join the fray himself...

Suddenly!

Hong Wentong’s deep, hoarse voice echoed from beyond the main gate. "I, Hong Wentong, am here! The rebels have all been eliminated. Who dares cause trouble in my Red Sand Gang?!"

BOOM!

He channeled the last of his strength, and his voice shook the area.

In an instant, everyone who had been fighting and looting fiercely froze in shock. Pairs of eyes whipped around, and without exception, pupils contracted and spines chilled.

They saw Hong Wentong with his hair disheveled, his eyes sharp as lightning. Clad in blood-soaked robes, he held several swollen heads in his hand, staring daggers at the crowd.

His gaze was like a steel blade scraping bone, making their bodies ache with pain and their faces show alarm.

The heads in Hong Wentong’s hands, in particular, made their faces turn pale with horror.

"Master Lu... Our Master Lu is dead!"

"And our Chief! Our Chief is dead too!"

"This is impossible!"

"An elder from the Bai family was killed too!"

The crowd was in a panic.

Everyone subconsciously backed away, filled with terror.

Yuan Hai, who had been directing the looting, was so terrified that his hands trembled and a chill ran down his spine.

’Hong Wentong isn’t dead?’

’And he managed to wipe out all those powerful enemies?’

’It’s over. I’m so screwed!’

"Mas-Master Hong, it’s a misunderstanding. We were just... maintaining order..."

Yuan Hai said quickly and awkwardly.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! We were maintaining order, and we even treated many of the wounded..." an advisor from the constabulary not far away chid in.

Hong Wentong shot them a cold glance but said nothing.

It was Chen Xuan, beside him, who couldn’t help but laugh first.

’These two are full of it.’

’Treated many of the wounded?’

’They probably "treated" them all the way to Yama’s court.’

"Don’t be afraid, everyone! Hong Wentong must be badly injured himself! Look at all that blood! He’s clearly a spent force!"

Suddenly, an elder from the Giant Whale Gang shouted, pointing at Hong Wentong, "Let’s all attack together! We’ll chop him into minceat! After this, no one in Black Stone City will dare to cross us!"

At his words, the panicking crowd quickly cald down, their eyes filled with suspicion as they stared at Hong Wentong.

That was right!

Hong Wentong did indeed look severely injured...

All that blood, no matter how you looked at it, didn’t seem fake.

"Elder Wuu is right! He’s badly hurt, yet he still dares to show his face. He’s courting death!"

An elder from the Thirteen Golden Dragon Stronghold sneered, holding two steel claws. "Hong Wentong, you’re too naive! Did you think we’d be afraid of you? So what if you were at the Transforming Force Ninth Layer? Badly injured as you are, how much of your strength can you even use now?!"

"Exactly! Tonight, we kill Hong Wentong and take over the Red Sand Gang! After that, we’ll roam the martial world. The world is vast, but I am the greatest!"

A third master in a green robe stepped out, a savage grin on his face as he licked the edge of his blade.

"Well said! The world is vast, but I am the greatest!"

Four or five more people strode out, laughing.

A cold glint flashed in their eyes. Without a second thought, with a great RUSH, they all charged toward Hong Wentong.

Hong Wentong’s expression darkened instantly, but he didn’t move a muscle.

Instead, Chen Xuan at his side chuckled softly and dashed forward. Qi Energy roared around his body, his power ferocious, making him look like a towering, fiery bronze statue.

He brought a palm down on one of the n.

SPLAT! The man’s head exploded, brains flying everywhere, and his body was sent flying sideways.

"Quite the drama queens. ’The world is vast, but I am the greatest’? Tonight, none of you are great!"

"I am the greatest!"

BOOM!

As the word left his lips, Chen Xuan’s palm had already struck another man’s head, instantly driving his forehead straight into his own abdominal cavity, leaving only a tuft of black hair visible.

He then charged forward, his third punch landing on another man’s chest. With a SQUELCH, flesh and blood flew as his fist punched straight through the man’s back.

Then, he raised his arm, blocking a fourth man’s steel blade with a loud CLANG that sent sparks flying.

The faces of the remaining attackers changed. They skidded to a halt, their expressions filled with terror.

Without a second thought, they turned and fled.

"Shit! Run!"

"Master Hong, let explain..."

A smile touched Chen Xuan’s lips. He flung the corpse from his arm and gave chase, specifically targeting the Transforming Force masters.

Every blow he landed earned him a handso amount of retribution points.

’These guys really know which way the wind blows.’

’But to think they could escape from ... how naive.’

"Run! Everyone, run!"

The remaining grunts looked terrified and, without thinking, scattered in all directions.

The once-chaotic Red Sand Gang headquarters now grew quiet at a visible pace.

Even the rioting in the city began to subside.

Because as the news spread, all the gang experts were fleeing in a panic...

"Mas-Master Hong, we’re going to report to the County Magistrate. You... take care, sir..."

Chief Constable Yuan Hai’s face was ashen. He dropped everything he was holding and scrambled to get away.

The remaining group of constables also fled in terror.

Hong Wentong’s face was ice-cold. He said nothing.

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