In times of chaos and famine, I traded one pound of rice for two royal flushes.

"enemy……"

He was about to speak up and warn others, and he was about to draw the dagger from his waist.

But it was all too late.

A dark shadow had instantly closed in on him.

Qin Shaolang's face was expressionless.

A short knife had appeared in his hand without his knowledge.

It was that ordinary iron knife he used to scrape fish scales.

At this moment, this iron sword has transformed into the scythe of death.

A flash of cold light.

puff.

A very faint sound, like a sharp blade slicing through flesh, rang out.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Black Yama's movements froze.

The rage and shock on his face froze.

He looked down, staring incredulously at his neck.

There, a thin line of blood was slowly emerging, and then rapidly expanding.

He wanted to speak.

I want to call for help.

I'd like to ask, who are you?

But when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a hissing sound of air leaking out and a large amount of blood.

Qin Shaolang released his grip, letting Black Yama's body slump down like a lump of mud.

Until the massive body crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

The others in the hall then seemed to wake from a dream.

"Big...big master!"

The third leader let out a terrified scream that went awry.

Qin Shaolang slowly turned around, the short knife in his hand still dripping blood.

He looked at the horrified crowd, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Don't rush."

"You're next."

The third leader was dumbfounded.

His henchmen were all dumbfounded.

Fear, like an invisible hand, gripped their throats tightly.

The ragged, seemingly frail "minion" before them instantly transformed into a killing god who had crawled out of hell in their eyes.

A knife.

Just one cut.

The Black Wind Fortress leader, Black Yama, who had dominated Lantian County for over a decade and killed countless people, died just like that.

He died silently.

He died...like a slaughtered dog.

"You...you..."

The third leader's lips trembled as he pointed at Qin Shaolang, unable to utter a single complete word.

He wanted to call for help.

But he found that he couldn't make a sound.

Qin Shaolang didn't give him much time to react.

His goal was very clear.

Kill everyone here.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Finally, one of the leaders closest to the door reacted. He let out a shrill scream, drew his knife from his waist, but instead of rushing towards Qin Shaolang, he turned and ran wildly toward the door.

He's trying to escape!

This is hell!

His movement was like lighting a fuse.

"Run!"

"Run!"

The remaining people suddenly realized what was happening and had no will to resist. They scrambled towards the open door in a panic.

That was their only way to survive!

However, Qin Shaolang's face remained expressionless.

He didn't even chase after him.

Because it's unnecessary.

"ah--!"

A short, sharp scream came from outside the door.

The leader who was the first to rush out suddenly stopped speaking.

Followed by.

"Pfft!"

"Help...help me..."

"Thump!"

Screams, pleas for mercy, the sound of blades piercing flesh, and bodies falling to the ground rose one after another from outside the door, then quickly fell silent.

To those remaining in the Hall of Righteousness, that large door was no longer a gateway to life.

It is the gates of hell that lead to the underworld!

Outside the door, there is a god of death!

Inside the gate, there was also a god of death!

despair.

Utter despair enveloped everyone.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The third leader was finally pushed to his limit. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he looked like a mad tiger. He raised his broadsword and slashed fiercely at Qin Shaolang.

He knew he couldn't escape.

The only chance of survival is to kill the person in front of you!

As soon as he moved, the remaining two or three core leaders who were trapped in the hall seemed to have found their backbone, and they roared and rushed towards Qin Shaolang from different directions.

They were all desperate criminals, driven to the brink of desperation, and the ferocity they unleashed was terrifying.

however.

In the face of absolute power, ferocity is nothing but a joke.

Qin Shaolang made a move.

He slightly shifted his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the third leader's powerful slash at an incredible angle.

The blade barely grazed the tip of his nose.

The strong wind that followed ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead.

But that's all.

Just as their bodies intersected.

The short knife in Qin Shao-Lang's hand moved.

There were no fancy moves, no impressive aura.

Only speed matters.

Extremely fast.

puff.

The short knife pierced the third leader's ribs precisely from bottom to top, diagonally upwards, and went all the way to the hilt.

His heart was pierced through in an instant.

The madness on the third leader's face froze.

He looked down at the hilt of the knife that had appeared on his chest, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

He... didn't even see how the other party made their move.

Qin Shaolang did not linger for a moment.

He loosened his grip on the knife handle, letting the third leader's corpse slump down. Using the momentum, he spun around, like a ghost, and closed in on another leader who was lunging at him from the side.

The leader had only raised his steel knife halfway.

Qin Shaolang's left hand shot out like lightning, grabbed his wrist holding the knife, and twisted it forcefully.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking.

The leader let out a scream as the steel knife slipped from his hand.

The next second, his scream was stuck in his throat.

Because Qin Shaolang's right hand had caught the falling steel knife, and with a flick of his wrist, the heavy back of the blade slammed into his temple.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The leader's head, like a smashed watermelon, half of his face collapsed, and he fell straight down without uttering a sound.

Solve one.

There are two left.

The two men were terrified by the sight of the slaughter, which resembled the slaughter of chickens and dogs. They abruptly stopped their charge and turned to run away.

But it was too late.

Qin Shaolang lightly touched the ground with his toes and picked up a fallen waist knife.

With a flick of his arm.

"Whoosh!"

The waist knife transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the sky.

It pierced precisely through the back of one of them.

The man stumbled, fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then remained still.

In the blink of an eye, only one bandit leader remained alive in the Hall of Righteousness.

He was completely terrified.

With a "plop," he fell to his knees, his crotch quickly becoming soaked.

"No...don't kill me!"

"Hero, spare my life! I...I'll tell you everything! I know where all the money, food, and women in the village are! I'll tell you everything!"

He wept uncontrollably and kowtowed frantically.

Qin Shaolang walked step by step to him and stopped.

He didn't speak.

He simply bent down and picked up the short knife that had been stuck in the third leader's corpse.

He slowly and deliberately wiped the bloodstains off his clothes.