Volume Four: Renowned Far and Wide Chapter 128: The Kindred

Ryan looked at Qin Yang, a faint smile curling his lips, but the two long fangs detracted from the overall impression.

Though the Blood Clan and vampires share the same origin, they differ fundamentally. The Blood Clan can consume blood or not, at will, but vampires depend entirely on fresh blood for survival—they are a branch of the Blood Clan.

Ryan was known as the most promising figure within the Blood Clan to become a duke. Upon hearing that a man named Qin Yang had emerged in Beihai, China, he naturally wanted to come and see for himself whether the rumors were true. After all, stories passed through others’ mouths tend to be exaggerated, and he simply did not believe them.

The people behind him were his followers; since it was his first time coming to China, he brought a strong entourage.

Qin Yang stood there, shrouded in mystery under the glow of the lights.

“Leave now, and I’ll pretend you never came. Otherwise, China will be your grave,” he said with a chilling glint in his eyes and a smile on his face.

A terrifying aura of murderous intent radiated all around, sending a chill deep into everyone’s hearts.

Ryan did not back down in the slightest; instead, a broad smile crossed his face. “Heh heh, now this is interesting. I thought you’d be like those other so-called heroes—pretty but useless. It seems you do have some skill.”

“Attack! Test the legendary strength of the Killing God!”

A dozen or so charged forward. Qin Yang remained rooted to the spot, motionless, contemplating how to handle the situation. His strength had not yet fully recovered; to kill them, he would need a special technique.

That special technique was the Thousand-Leaf Blade Formation. Seven silver fox blades shot out in an instant, arranging themselves midair to form a deadly array, trapping his enemies within.

Ryan screamed in rage, a triumphant look on his face as he charged at Qin Yang.

The Blood Clan’s speed was astonishing, leaving a faint trail of blood in the air.

Bang! Qin Yang met Ryan’s fist head-on, staggering back several steps, his face pale.

“Haha, Beihai’s Qin Yang is nothing special after all!” Ryan shouted, launching another furious assault, his movements growing faster and more frenzied.

Qin Yang snorted coldly, retreating step by step. Gazing at the Blood Clan members trapped within his blade formation, he spat, “Since you’re asking for death, I’ll grant your wish.”

Anger quietly crept onto his pale face, blooming into fierce determination. At that moment, Qin Yang’s fury erupted.

Damn them for ganging up on me while I’m injured—I’ll make sure they all die.

The Thousand-Leaf Blade Formation—thousands of blades pierce the heart.

Before anyone could react, they were engulfed by the blade’s radiance. The seven silver fox blades weaved through the air like slicing through watermelon, tearing them to shreds.

Seeing this, Ryan’s eyes widened in horror. These were his followers, his core team, his brothers—slaughtered by Qin Yang’s hand. His eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

“I’ll kill you!” Ryan seemed possessed, lunging at Qin Yang with a blood-red dagger, slashing wildly through the air.

The silver fox blades retracted, the mental strain finally easing. Watching Ryan’s relentless attack, Qin Yang frowned, then swung his Starfall Blade in a swift arc through the air.

Bang! The terrifying blade energy forced Ryan to retreat once more. Taking a step forward, Qin Yang threw a punch that made even the surrounding air tremble.

Ryan’s expression changed drastically as he fell back, but it was too late.

Boom!

A shadowy figure appeared beside Ryan, growing clearer—a venerable elder standing guard.

Qin Yang withdrew his hand, staring hard at his opponent with a cold sneer. “The Blood Clan is nothing but bullies who overwhelm the weak. I, Qin Yang of Beihai, will remember this. When the day comes I grow bored, I’ll pay a visit to your castle.”

With that, his form gradually faded until he was already a hundred meters away.

Once safely distant, a mouthful of blood sprayed from his pale lips, eyes burning with endless killing intent. Had he not been injured, all of these people would be dead today.

His gaze was dark and foreboding. The Blood Clan, huh? I’ll be sure to pay them a visit.

On the street, Ryan stared at his uncle in confusion. “Uncle, why didn’t you kill him?”

Suddenly, the elder spurted blood, wearing a pale face twisted into a bitter smile. “Qin Yang of Beihai is truly formidable. Facing him, I have no confidence. If we anger him completely, the two of us may well die here.”

“Ah, no way…”

The elder shook his head in response to his nephew’s doubts, then vanished once more.

At this moment, Qin Yang did not return home nor go anywhere else. Seriously wounded, with injuries compounding, he needed to recover quickly—and the millennium-old green vine offered him a glimmer of hope.

He retreated deep into the mountains, finding a hidden spot to commence secluded cultivation.

Meanwhile, another great earthquake struck Beihai. The Pan family, consisting of four members, perished in a car accident last night, leaving their vast company vulnerable. At this time, Tianyang Investment Company stepped in to share the burden with the government, taking on the development project of Sanmiao Town. They pledged to invest billions to build a distinctive new town.

Ye Meier was also busy, registering a company and hiring top researchers with high salaries to study the pill formula Qin Yang had given her, assessing its practicality. She even established a branch in Sanmiao Town, while the construction of the company headquarters was entrusted to Tianyang Real Estate.

The Pan family in Beihai instantly fell to ruin, and this news quickly spread throughout the city, along with a name that struck fear into all who heard it:

Qin Yang of Beihai.

Anyone who opposed Qin Yang met a tragic end—from the Guo family to the Pan family—there was surely some secret unknown to outsiders behind it all.

News of Qin Yang’s presence in Beihai traveled once more through the Blood Clan, especially since he was severely wounded and operating at less than one percent of his power. Yet many martial artists flocked to him, for Qin Yang was a moving treasure trove.

Far away in Bin City, Song Yu listened to the reports, her delicate face cold as frost, eyes filled with killing intent. “Third Grandpa, I…”

“Go. You’re grown now. It’s time to handle some matters on your own.”

In a certain part of Beihai, the Enchantress’s expression darkened upon receiving news. She had no idea Qin Yang was gravely hurt—since she had been with him, and he had never made a move, she hadn’t noticed.

Only now did she realize Qin Yang’s condition, worry filling her heart as she headed toward his location.

The martial world trembled; many foreign powers arrived in China. This grand spectacle was not to be missed—they had come seeking Qin Yang all along, and now presented with such an opportunity, how could they resist joining the fray?

Where there are enemies, there are friends. Some allies, upon hearing of Qin Yang’s plight, hastened to Beihai. This gathering was even more spectacular than the one at Nanshan South.

The sheer number of people assembled left onlookers astounded, for Qin Yang was now a towering figure in the path of martial arts.