Chapter 336

Nightmares will never end. As the final battle between Xie Wendong and the Soul Group was about to erupt, chaos reigned outside the villa, with gunshots flying everywhere. The Soul Group’s first reaction was that Xie Wendong’s reinforcements had arrived. The cold-faced middle-aged man trembled inwardly—he knew exactly how many men he had deployed to stop their reinforcements, yet they had arrived so quickly and fiercely. With a sigh of frustration, he forced himself to stay firm and shouted loudly, “Kill Xie Wendong first! The others are no match!”
In his mind, there were still over a dozen skilled marksmen outside who could hit targets from a hundred paces away. While he couldn’t expect them to eliminate the enemy entirely, they could at least hold off Xie Wendong’s reinforcements.
Unfortunately, he was wrong. Less than ten seconds after the chaos outside began, chaotic shouts and screams of fighting also came from the first-floor hall of the villa. Before he could finish speaking, a cold laugh suddenly rang out behind him. Though the laugh was icy and contemptuous, it also carried an indescribable sense of boldness. “I doubt that!”
The middle-aged man was shocked and turned around quickly. He saw a group of people coming down the stairs—all dressed in white shirts, pants, and shoes, their pure white outfits making the bloodstains on them stand out even more. The leader was over 180 centimeters tall, with striking features and a face as sharp as if carved by a knife. His every move exuded masculinity and dominance. When the middle-aged man recognized who they were, the lump in his throat dropped to the ground, shattering completely. Even if he wasn’t familiar with influential figures in China or Shanghai, he would never be unfamiliar with this young man. If anyone could ignore Xiang Wentian, the leader of the Nan Hongmen, they must be either stupid or insane.
“Xiang Wentian!” The middle-aged man’s gaze was vicious, like a knife stabbing into Xiang Wentian’s face.
Xiang Wentian shrugged, not even glancing at him. His gaze shifted to Xie Wendong, who was standing there, struggling to stay upright against the Soul Group. Smiling, he said, “It seems I’m not too late.”
Xie Wendong swayed slightly. Xiao Feng tried to support him but was pushed aside. He smiled weakly and said, “If you had come a little later, the most hated person in this world might have disappeared forever. I wonder if that would be your misfortune or luck.”
“Haha!” Xiang Wentian laughed heartily. “Unfortunately, I came at just the right time.”
“What are you here for?” Xie Wendong asked, leaning gently against the wall.
Xiang Wentian was direct. “To kill people.” “Who?” “Those who deserve to die!” With that, he strode straight toward Xie Wendong.

Xie Wendong and Xiang Wentian stood at each end of the second-floor corridor, with over a hundred members of the Soul Group in between. They had long regarded Xie Wendong as something easily conquered. Even though Xiang Wentian held deep hatred for him, they wouldn’t allow him to take another step forward. “Damn it!” The two Soul Group members, seeing Xiang Wentian walking by casually with a relaxed expression, couldn’t contain their anger. They drew their long knives—one on the left, one on the right—and aimed them at his chest and throat. Xiang Wentian seemed unaware, continuing on as usual without blinking. He knew that without him having to act, someone else would surely clear away the obstacle in front of him.

Sure enough, a sinister glint of light appeared in the air before vanishing instantly—so fast that it seemed it never happened at all. The two Soul Group members slowly collapsed as their hearts were pierced by the blades in the blink of an eye. The knives belonged to Lu Kou; they were called Wolf Fangs, specialized military knives once used by foreign special forces, extremely sharp. The corridor was filled with people, yet it was utterly silent, with only Xiang Wentian’s footsteps and occasional gasps heard.

Blood dripped from the tips of the knives. Ren Changfeng’s previously gloomy gaze ignited again. He tore off his tattered clothes covered in cuts, throwing them aside. His bare chest was covered in wounds of various sizes—there were at least a dozen wounds over three inches long. He stepped in front of Xie Wendong, pointed the knife at Lu Kou, and said proudly, “I’m waiting for you.”

Ren Changfeng, looking like a man covered in blood, still dared to fight Lu Kou, the leader of the Eight Heavenly Kings of the Nan Hong Men. This showed his proud and fierce character, even moving Xiang Wentian who was walking ahead.

Lu Kou glanced at him, then at the Wolf Fangs in his hand, and shook his head seriously. “But I really don’t want to fight you again.”

“Why?” Ren Changfeng stepped forward, gritting his teeth. Lu Kou smiled. “You’re a man. I don’t want to take advantage of you when you’re in trouble.” “Tch!” Ren Changfeng’s nose almost twisted in anger. It might be understandable for others to say such things, but not him. It was Lu Kou who had taken advantage of Xie Wendong being attacked by the Soul Group and chased him later. Now he still had the nerve to speak so arrogantly—his face was thicker than anything knives or guns could penetrate. Ren Changfeng grunted, waved his sword, and said, “Come on, I’ll give you three moves first.”

The cold-faced middle-aged man from the Soul Group didn’t have time to listen to Ren Changfeng shouting at Lu Kou. Seeing Xiang Wentian already deep in their territory and getting closer to Xie Wendong, he grew extremely anxious and shouted loudly, “What are you waiting for? Kill them! Anyone—kill them without mercy!”

The members of the Soul Group woke up as if from a dream upon hearing his shout. They raised their knives and roared, ready to fight. But just as they lifted their knives, countless strong men in white surged up from below, each armed with sharp weapons, and engaged in a fierce battle with the Soul Group members.

“Swish swish swish.” Somehow, Xiang Wentian had a knife in his hand. With a single swift motion, he killed the attackers surrounding him. His previously slow pace suddenly accelerated as he leaped toward Xie Wendong. Ren Changfeng blocked his path with his sword and said coldly, “If you want to defeat Brother Dong, you must first pass through me.”

Before Xiang Wentian could speak, Xie Wendong spoke first, with a bitter smile. “Changfeng, step aside. Brother Xiang has something to say, and no one can stop him.” He looked up and met Xiang Wentian’s blazing gaze. “It seems our encounters are always full of drama.”

“That’s right,” Xiang Wentian smiled too. Holding his sword upside down, he said, “I shouldn’t have come originally, but some things that need to be resolved must be dealt with.”

Xie Wendong listened quietly, then took out a cigarette and calmly lit it in the bloody, chaotic corridor. “Today, you can’t kill me.”

“Oh?” Xiang Wentian raised an eyebrow. “Why? I see no reason to give up such a great opportunity today. You may still be standing, but you have no strength left. You still have some loyal brothers, but they are also at their limit. Would a hunter spare a wolf without teeth?”

“No,” Xie Wendong said with a smile. “But I’m not a wolf, and you’re not a hunter.”

“You’re wrong!” With his smile still on his face, Xiang Wentian suddenly turned. It was unclear what kind of movement he used, but he slipped past Ren Changfeng like a loach and reached Xie Wendong in one step. Raising his shoulder and bending his elbow, he used the moonlight outside to make his snow-white sword emit a fierce glow. In a flash, the light turned into a meteor.

Meteors are fleeting—vanishing in an instant, the light disappearing beneath Xie Wendong’s ribs. The blade, over two feet long, only showed its handle as it passed through his body, with its tip plunging deep into the wall. “Ah! Brother Dong!” No one expected such rapid action. No one expected Xiang Wentian to strike so quickly, nor did they expect his sword to be so deadly. Li Shuang, Jiang Sen, Gao Qiang, Ren Changfeng, and the others rushed at him like mad.

Xie Wendong’s cigarette fell from his hand. He frowned in pain, his lips twitching as he waved his hand to stop everyone. Then he grabbed Xiang Wentian’s hand holding the knife and said in a tone indistinguishable from emotion, “You… why?”
Xiang Wentian sighed softly, turned around, and said calmly, “I came here only to drive the people of the Soul Group back to where they belong. I wasn’t trying to save you. You don’t owe me anything either. This knife is a gift from me. I saved your life; now I return it with this knife. We’re even!” “From now on, we’ll still be each other’s greatest rivals.”
It was then that everyone realized Xiang Wentian’s powerful strike hadn’t hit Xie Wendong at all but had pierced the space between his elbow and waist, embedding itself deep in the wall. With his words just now, Li Shuang, Jiang Sen, and the others all lowered their heads, feeling ashamed. Even though their opponent had always been their greatest rival and enemy, they couldn’t help but admire him sincerely—Xiang Wentian, a true hero!
Leaning against the wall with his head tilted back, Xie Wendong let out a long sigh and muttered to himself, “How can such a simple strike easily erase what’s happened?”
Xiang Wentian smiled brightly, turned around, and said cheerfully, “Don’t worry. I’m waiting for Brother Xie’s next move. Life without a confidant is monochrome. Without enemies who stir one’s passion, life loses its exciting uncertainty.”
His smile was radiant. Though the moon hung dimly in the sky, the corridor was unusually bright because of Xiang Wentian—his smile was like the bright sun.
Xiang Wentian left, took the battle knife handed to him by his subordinates, and joined the fight against the Soul Group. Blades flashed, blood sprayed, and the enemies’ screams mixed with Xiang Wentian’s bold laughter, striking everyone’s hearts—and also Xie Wendong’s. After being stunned for a while, he suddenly scratched his head, laughed, and shook his head. “This is really troublesome!” With that, he grabbed the knife embedded in the wall left by Xiang Wentian, gritted his teeth, exerted force, and pulled it out with a grunt. Then he turned to the people around him and asked, “Xie Wendong won’t just watch his enemy die at the hands of another enemy. What about you? Can you fight again?”
“Yes!” they replied in unison. Li Shuang simply took off his clothes, wrapped them around his wound as a bandage, picked up a large sword, and grinned foolishly. “If Xiang Wentian is a man, so are we!”

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Xie Wendong snapped his battle knife, producing a crisp sound, and aimed it straight at the cold-faced man. His narrowed eyes sparkled as he said, “Let’s show our respect for the enemy with the head of the Soul Group leader!”
Li Shuang, Ren Changfeng, and the others roared. The strength they had lost seemed to return to their bodies once again. Faced with the Soul Group and the Japanese who had set foot on Chinese soil, they demonstrated the unyielding spirit and fierce fighting prowess of the Wendong Gang, the Northern Hongmen, and the Chinese people.
The cold-faced middle-aged man watched the chaotic battle ahead and grew afraid. He had been scared since the moment Xiang Wentian appeared from the Southern Hongmen. When Xie Wendong and his men, now covered in blood, returned to the battlefield, he became even more terrified. He wanted to run and took action—only to see a ghostly figure appear beside him. A sinister voice said, “Since you’re here, why rush to leave? The scenery here is pleasant. Dying underground won’t be such a bad fate for you.”
At the sound of this voice, the middle-aged man was terrified. Without hesitation, he leaped toward the window. He was fast, but the person who spoke was even faster—the knife belonged to Xiang Wentian, wielded by Xie Wendong, who swung it at his head. Sensing a deadly wind behind him, the man quickly deflected the knife, avoiding his head but not his ears, which were severed by Xie Wendong’s strike. Letting out a cry, he jumped out of the window, clutching his severed ear.
Seeing this, Xiang Wentian swung his knife several times, forcing the Soul Group members back. He shouted, “Xiao Kou, don’t let him escape! Chase after him!”
Luo Kou obeyed at once, grabbed his knife, and jumped out after him.
With the middle-aged man in flight, the Soul Group members lost all will to fight. Their formation collapsed, and they became as disorganized as scattered sand. Before long, Xie Wendong’s reinforcements arrived. The Blood Killers and the Northern Hongmen had already encountered the Soul Group members on the way and were fighting fiercely. Now, they rushed to the perimeter of the villa, sweeping in like a storm sweeping leaves.