Chapter 127: Is He the God of Death?

Tong Yin’s body shimmered with radiance as a phantom tiger manifested, and he mounted its back. The tiger-spirit began to descend the mountain, covering nearly a hundred meters with every stride; its speed was astonishing.

"Master, where are you going?" Hong Gu asked curiously.

Tong Yin did not even turn his head. "To help your grandmaster kill someone!"

Upon hearing this, Hong Gu immediately stood up and called out, "Master, wait for me!"

However, Tong Yin ignored his disciple. With a soft roar from the tiger beneath him, he vanished from Hong Gu’s sight.

"Humph, you didn't even take me along to help with the killing!" Hong Gu pouted, stomping her small feet in frustration. Ultimately, she had no choice but to sit back down and continue her cultivation.

Inside the secret chamber, after making his arrangements, Chen Xian resumed refining the Spirit Gathering Powder. The reason he had dispatched Tong Yin to the Ma Corporation building was that he could not leave his post; if he were to step away, the cauldron of powder he was currently refining would be ruined.

***

In H City, at the H-State branch of the Xu family’s Jiangnan Business Division, Xu Kang stood before a massive floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the myriad lights of the city. He swirled the goblet in his hand, which was filled with wine as crimson as blood, and downed the vintage from a top-tier Western estate in one gulp.

A bloody smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Looking toward the direction of M City, he muttered to himself, "Tonight will be the night I, Xu Kang, make my mark! Once the Ma family is eradicated and the Spirit Water is under my control, those old fogies in the family will surely look at me with new respect. I will soon be transferred to a high-ranking position at the Jiangnan Business Division."

In high spirits, he clutched his wine glass and began to dance a jaunty samba.

***

At the Ma Corporation building in M City, the first-floor lobby was the scene of a lopsided slaughter. Security personnel were being killed in rapid succession—some had their necks snapped, others were struck down by a terrifying force, and some were pierced through the heart, blood spraying across the floor.

The thirteen martial arts and spiritual-sense experts from the Xu family moved as if they were in an empty field. The firearms held by the Ma security guards were completely ineffective against them; they were simply too fast.

Ma Tian, Ma He, and the other high-ranking executives of the Ma family did not go downstairs. There was nothing they could do but wait for Grandmaster Chen’s reinforcements. Descending now would be futile; in the face of such overwhelming power, they would only increase the death toll.

Ma Tian issued an order to cut the power and instructed the security personnel on each floor to retrieve heavy machine guns and hold the stairwells to prevent the enemy from advancing.

Inside the office, Ma Tian, Ma He, and the other executives watched the battle on the first floor, their faces as grim as water.

"President Ma, is Grandmaster Chen not coming himself?" one of the executives asked.

Ma Tian nodded. "Grandmaster Chen is sending someone. He likely won't be coming himself."

"Can it be done without Grandmaster Chen? Downstairs, there are ten martial artists at the peak of the Dark Realm and three masters of spiritual sense!"

Ma Tian said with conviction, "Grandmaster Chen knows the situation. Whoever he sends will certainly handle it. Trust in Grandmaster Chen." Although he did not know who was coming, he trusted the Grandmaster with all his heart.

The others fell silent, their eyes fixed on the massive display screen, watching the battle unfold.

Time ticked away. After about five minutes, more than half of the hundred security guards had been killed or wounded. The executives in the office watched with heavy hearts.

Suddenly, two figures appeared at the entrance of the lobby: a phantom tiger and a strange figure riding upon its back—a person with the face of a child and silver hair.

The combination of the tiger-spirit and the silver-haired, child-faced stranger appeared eerie and mysterious. It was as if they had descended from the heavens. Their arrival stunned not only Ma Tian and Ma He in the conference room but also the Xu family experts who were in the midst of the carnage.

The silver-haired stranger spoke, his voice carrying a stiff, awkward accent: "All Ma family members, retreat. Leave these villains to me!"

Hearing this, Ma Tian immediately used his walkie-talkie to order all Ma personnel on the first floor to stand down. Once the order was given, the lobby cleared, leaving only the thirteen experts and Zhang Da, who was sitting on a sofa in the center.

"Kid, if you don't want to die, don't meddle in other people's business. Get lost!" Zhang Da said arrogantly. Although he found the stranger strange, he was not afraid; with his powerful "Thirteen Guardians" by his side, he believed he could stop anything that stood in his way.

Tong Yin did not show a hint of anger. He simply said calmly, "My master says you are all demons. Tonight, I am here to send you to hell."

His voice was not loud, but as it reached the ears of the thirteen experts and Zhang Da, it rang out like a heavy bell, striking at their souls. A keen observer might have noticed ripples—like those on a pond—spreading from Tong Yin’s lips toward the group.

Instantly, the Xu family experts froze as if struck by Medusa’s petrification spell, standing motionless with dull, vacant eyes.

*Whoosh!*

Tong Yin, who had been at the entrance, patted the tiger-spirit beneath him. It understood and leaped forward. Moving like a land-bound immortal who could shrink the earth, the stranger appeared in front of Zhang Da in a ghostly display of speed.

*Snap! Snap!*

A series of crisp, bone-breaking sounds followed. A terrifying scene unfolded: the heads of the Thirteen Guardians surrounding Zhang Da all tumbled from their necks. Crimson blood sprayed, and a thick, metallic scent of gore filled the lobby.

The silver-haired stranger gestured, and the thirteen severed heads flew toward him, hovering in front of him in an eerie formation. Tong Yin pulled a transparent rope from his pocket and flicked it toward the heads. With a soft *thwip, thwip*, the otherwise supple rope became as sharp and hard as refined steel, stringing the thirteen heads together.

"Take these heads back to your master. Tell him that if he dares to covet the Spirit Water of the Ma Corporation again, his head will be the next to go," the stranger said, reaching out to pat Zhang Da on the head as if a Buddha were bestowing enlightenment upon a fated soul.

His words were stiff and awkward, yet they carried an incomparable, sinister majesty.

Zhang Da nodded like a marionette, hoisted the string of gore-drenched heads onto his shoulder, and walked toward the parking lot outside the building.

Everyone in the Ma Corporation who witnessed this was left frozen, eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

Tong Yin paid them no mind. With a flick of his arm, the thirteen headless corpses flew toward him, stacking into a mountain of bodies that hovered above his head.

"Xiao Bai, let's go," he said lightly.

The tiger-spirit beneath him kicked off its legs and leaped outside the building. With one more bound, it vanished without a trace, taking the thirteen corpses with it.

Only then did the people of the Ma Corporation snap back to reality.

"My God, who was that? He was so powerful! I didn't even see him move, and thirteen expert fighters were dead in an instant!"

"Could he... could he be the Grim Reaper?"

Inside the conference room, the atmosphere was equally explosive.

"Thirteen arrogant Xu family experts were wiped out in the blink of an eye by that silver-haired freak. He... he must be a Grandmaster!"

"No, he is a Grandmaster of both martial and spiritual arts!"

"Such a powerful being was sent as reinforcements by Grandmaster Chen. Haha, with two Grandmasters backing our Ma family, we can walk sideways across the nine provinces of the Southeast from now on!"