There was a village in the middle of a forest. It once used to be very lively, with people living peacefully. However, now only one person stood in the middle of the village; it was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. The bright sunlight touched his face as he looked up at the sun. He felt his face in his hands. There was a streak of blood on his face, and he slowly wiped it off with his hands.

He looked around, and all he could see were corpses, old, young, and middle-aged. There were slits on the necks of even young children. Rivers of blood flowed all around the village as the boy walked around the village. He was ordered not to leave any survivors. Pull out their roots—that was the order. Nobody would believe a 13-year-old boy could handle this horrible task, but reality proved that he could.

He looked around, wishing there was nobody else, tired of fighting all the time. Killing all these people drained him of all his energy. His sword was covered in blood. The blood that coated the blue gemstone at the hilt of the sword shone in the sunlight. He walked inside a dilapidated home where there were things scattered around. Some of them had stains on them. He furrowed his eyebrows and scrunched his nose. He never liked the smell of blood. Although he has killed a lot of people, it still gives him a sense of nausea. He walked around, and then, coming to the end of the hallway, he heard a sound.

In order to kill the last survivor, he tightened the grip on his sword. A small boy, about 6 or 7 years old, came out of the closet in which he was hiding. He had a heavy sword in his hands, which he was not able to lift with his full strength. Still, he dragged it forward and came toward the killer of his family. There was pure hatred in those eyes. The sword trembled in the hands of the boy in black, seeing hatred in the eyes of the small boy. The whole scene faded away like mist, and a boy who was sleeping in a chair woke up. He was sweating all over his body and breathing hard. Even though it has been three years since that incident, Li Yang still sees the same pair of eyes. He was stared at by hatred-filled eyes. It followed him all through these years, always reminding him what kind of monster he is.

He stood up slowly from his chair and washed his face with cold water and then gently patted the sword that was placed near his chair. Almost as if the sword were answering a dear friend, it trembled slowly.

I don't know if I can survive this time. "Are you ready to be unsheathed after 2 years?" It was correct; he had never unsheathed the sword in his hands. The sword trembled again, and even Li Yang could feel the excitement from it. He smiled and took the sword, then was about to get up but was interrupted by a loud cry from an eagle.

People who knew what kind of beast the eagle was would probably be few. It flew high in the sky, came towards his hut, and kept circling it. Then something dropped from its claws and fell right into Lu Yang's hands.

It was a sheet of animal skin. On the continent, information about animal skins was passed around in writing. High-quality animal skins were rare, as they should be made from high-level beasts. Li Yang looked at the high-quality animal skin, and there were a lot of details written on it.

He read through the information, and gradually a smile formed on his lips. He laughed at the last words written on the sheet.

The pieces have started moving

Li Yang could feel what was happening down at the Li family clan house. He shook his head and walked back to his room. It looks like it's time to pay back what he owes to the Li family for the past two years. This was the debt he owed them for giving him a house for the past two years, which was also the beginning of everything.

Things are going to be interesting from now on. He entered the hut, and without looking back, he stretched out his hand. The sword that was gently rising soared and flew right into his hands, and the door closed.

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Li Family Yard

The Grand Elder was reading something on animal skin, and as he read through it, his face started turning pale. The prestigious Li family, which no one could oppose, was facing a difficult situation. The three prominent families, Li, Yun, and the Zhang families, were able to be this prestigious due to the continuous supply of pills from the alchemy association, but now the other two prominent families have joined together and opposed selling important resources to the Li family, stating the reason that the Li family's young generation was useless and giving them precious resources would only be a waste.

The two families banded together and put out resources to buy the remaining pills at double the price. Due to the long-standing relationship between the Li family and the alchemist association, they naturally rejected the complaint. But the two families stood strong. They put forward a competition so that the Alchemy Association could examine the weaknesses of the Li family's younger generation. The condition they put forward was an inter-clan competition where the three families would send out their younger generation onto the stage and battle it out.

The Li family would have no choice but to agree because if they didn't, it would be a loss of face. In addition, the family's standing will drop to the bottom. This was a well-thought-out plan by the two families to pit the Li family straight into hell.

In anger, the grand elder threw down the animal skin, cursing the eighteen ancestors of the other two families.

The other elders in the family also had dark faces as they read the content of the letter. This was unacceptable for them because the older generation of the Li family was stronger than the other two families. However, when it came to the younger generation, all of them looked at Li Zheng, who was standing at the end of the line.

He had an arrogant smile on his lips and crossed his hands across his chest in disdain.

Isn't it only a clan competition? I can beat them all and slap them on their faces for sending out the letter to our Li family

The elders standing around shook their heads and sighed in bitterness. The main reason was that the other two families had geniuses who had crossed from the mortal realm into the general realm. Although it was only a realm, the difference was huge. They had only Li Zheng, who was on the 9th level of the mortal realm. He has not crossed the realm. The difference was huge, and he could never win against those geniuses. This time, their plan was simple but well thought out.

But what confused the grand elder was that the two families were usually like oil and water joined together to deal with the Li family. This did not make sense.

He didn't know that there was a person who gave both families benefits to destroy the Li family. Sitting in a chair, the young master read the same letter. He threw away the letter after some time and chuckled lightly.

He would be able to see a fun show in a month, and he was looking forward to it.