20: Black Fiend Blade!

The Second Master of the White Tiger Hall couldn't understand it at all.

How could that seemingly scholarly man be so strong?

He wasn't even a match in a single move?

But he didn't have any extra time to do anything; his vision went dark, and his life ended there.

"How dare you kill our Second Master!" a gang member shouted loudly, pointing at Chen Heng.

The surrounding gang members looked at him with eyes as if he were an idiot.

Is this kid's brain not working well?

Can't he tell how things stand?

The Second Master was instantly killed with one strike, what are you shouting about here?

"Very good, tough bones!" Chen Heng nodded approvingly, carrying the single-handed blade as he walked towards that person.

"Ah?" The gang member was completely dumbfounded.

Looking around, all his brothers were far away from him, afraid of getting splashed with blood.

"What, do you want to avenge your Second Master?" Chen Heng placed the long blade on the gang member's shoulder and then let go.

With a clang, the gang member was directly pressed to the ground by the 350-jin single-handed blade.

"No, Big Brother, that's not what I meant!" The gang member quickly begged for mercy; he had only habitually shouted.

Moreover, he felt that the organs in his chest were about to come out from places they shouldn't.

"Today, I will spare your life." Chen Heng lifted the single-handed blade from the gang member's body.

"Go back and tell your Hall Master, if he wants revenge, come find me directly."

"If you dare to touch anyone else, don't blame me for personally coming to your White Tiger Hall for trouble."

After speaking, Chen Heng tied the single-handed blade to his back and walked into the Dacian Temple.

"Go, go, go, don't lie there." The gang members who had just been hiding far away immediately gathered around and helped the person who was lying on the ground.

"Hurry back and find the Hall Master, the Second Master being killed is a big deal!"

"Who would have thought that woman knew such a master, who took care of the Second Master with one strike."

Thinking back to the scene just now, the gang members felt a chill down their spines.

That was the Second Master, a master of internal force.

He couldn't even break the man's skin, and was instead beheaded with one strike.

Look, their Second Master's head was still rolling on the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough." The gang member who had just been pressed under the blade finally recovered, standing in place and coughing non-stop.

"We must not provoke him; that kid's blade weighs at least two to three hundred jin."

"It almost pressed the shit out of me..."

Inside the main hall, Jing Fan placed Chen Qi'er behind the Buddha statue.

"Qi'er, no matter what happens in a while, don't come out."

Jing Fan seemed to have made some decision, gently stroking Chen Qi'er's hair.

"You must wait for that bald grandpa to come find you before you can speak, understand?"

"Mmm." Chen Qi'er nodded her small head, obediently shrinking behind the Buddha statue.

"You are Jing Fan?"

Just then, a man stood behind Jing Fan.

Jing Fan shivered all over, turning her head somewhat stiffly.

"I am."

"Good, come with me." Chen Heng nodded, looking around.

"Shouldn't there be a child too?"

"Where is she?"

Jing Fan's heart tightened, and she smiled somewhat guiltily.

"What child..."

"Where's my sister?" Chen Heng sniffed the air, locking his target on the area behind the Buddha statue.

"Sister?" Jing Fan was stunned, she looked at Chen Heng somewhat confused.

"Yes, my father told me you gave birth to a daughter for him." Chen Heng walked behind the Buddha statue and immediately saw a Little Girl carved out of pink jade.

"You are..." Jing Fan realized that the person in front of her might not be from the White Tiger Hall.

Could it be the young master?

"My name is Chen Heng, you should call me young master." Chen Heng picked up the Little Girl, extended his finger, and teased her.

"Greetings, young master!" The heavy stone in Jing Fan's heart finally fell.

But the next moment, endless confusion filled her mind.

Why were the people from the White Tiger Hall gone?

Did the master come back?

"If you have anything to ask, we can talk about it when we get home." Chen Heng saw the confusion in Jing Fan's heart and handed Chen Qi'er to her.

Jing Fan nodded, taking Chen Qi'er.

Chen Qi'er, on the other hand, looked at the big brother in front of her with a face full of curiosity.

To accommodate Jing Fan's stamina, Chen Heng found a carriage for the two of them.

Half an hour later, the group returned to the Jing family compound.

"You don't need to worry about the White Tiger Hall's matters, I'll handle everything." After dropping off Jing Fan and her daughter, Chen Heng rushed back to his small courtyard.

Damn it, these troublesome matters are finally resolved.

"Come on, let me see what it looks like after Optimization." Chen Heng rubbed his hands excitedly, placing the single-handed blade on the ground.

Opening the System panel, Chen Heng clicked Optimization.

"Optimization complete, Host please retrieve it from the system backpack."

He skillfully opened the system backpack, and a purely black long blade with no patterns appeared in the backpack.

"black fiend blade: weighs five hundred jin, can cut hair by blowing on it, slices metal like mud, and can absorb blood to heal the user's injuries."

"Note: This weapon is bound to the Host; others cannot use it."

"Holy cow!" Chen Heng's eyes were full of surprise, and he quickly took the black fiend blade out of the system backpack.

The moment he took it, Chen Heng felt a strong Evil Qi emanating from the hilt.

For Chen Heng, a weight of five hundred jin was much more wieldy than three hundred and fifty jin.

Carrying the weight of one O'Neal might be too light, but one and a half O'Neals was just right.

"Where can I test the blade?" Chen Heng looked at the black fiend blade in his hand, and mischievous thoughts began to bubble up in his stomach.

"White Tiger Hall, hurry up and come, so I can consecrate my new treasure with you."

At the same time, at the White Tiger Hall branch of the Wuling Gang.

"Hall Master, the Second Master was taken care of!" Inside the training room, a gang member knelt on one knee, speaking to the burly man in front of him.

"What happened?" The burly man stopped the Internal Skill he was circulating and turned to ask.

The gang member recounted what happened at the entrance of Dacian Temple.

He told the entire story honestly, without exaggeration.

"Hmph, Qiao Songkang, that beast, always uses my name to do evil."

"This time, he ran into a tough opponent."

The White Tiger Hall Master snorted coldly, seemingly unconcerned about the Second Master's death.

"But, with the Second Master dead, it will be difficult for us to explain to the Gang Master." The gang member looked up at the White Tiger Hall Master.

"It's fine, I'll explain to the Gang Master myself." The White Tiger Hall Master turned around and continued to circulate his Internal Skill.

"As for the person who killed Qiao Songkang, I will naturally go and meet him."

"Yes, Hall Master." The gang member bowed and then turned to leave.

"Heh heh, Qiyang City has a Dragon from across the river." (Meaning a powerful newcomer)

"I wonder if you, this Dragon from across the river, will be stronger, or if I, this local snake, will be more formidable..."

As dusk fell, Chen Heng's family gathered around the table, eating dinner.

"Son, you and your Aunt Jing should have met by now, right?" Chen Fugui picked up a piece of stewed, tender meat and placed it in Chen Heng's bowl.

"Yes, we've met." Chen Heng glanced at the silent Jing Fan, quietly eating his meal.

"Oh, and I heard you killed the Second Master of the White Tiger Hall?"