Chapter 62: The Cult Master

  The black-clothed leader gently laid the unconscious Fang Hong down against the wall beside him, his movements soft and gentle, looking as if he too was a man who cherished beauty.

  The black-clothed leader was about to say something when he heard a low, beast-like growl coming from the house in front of him, accompanied by the sound of shattering furniture and an aura of intense killing intent emanating from inside, which made his heart skip a beat as he stared at the closed door in shock.

  "Master, look..." A man in black walked up two steps and asked in a low voice behind the leader of the men in black.

  "Wait and see." The black-clothed leader's voice was somewhat hoarse, very low, and in the somewhat puzzled eyes outside, there was actually some worry.

  Standing quietly outside the house, listening to the increasingly fierce howls inside, feeling the increasingly strong evil spirit, the black-clothed leader hesitated for a moment before finally placing his slender and long hand on the tightly closed door.

  "Ah!"

  Looking at the chaotic interior, a man with his whole body covered in fresh blood, eyes glowing red like he was about to devour someone, stood in the middle. His face twisted and hideous, hair disheveled, he let out a hoarse roar from his throat, surrounded by an astonishing aura of killing intent.

  This man was delighted, and his eyes suddenly burst out with excited light, like two sharp sword lights, shooting straight at the black-clothed leader.

  The man in black met the gaze of the bloodthirsty eyes that were full of murderous intent, and his heart felt a chill, involuntarily taking two steps back.

  Delighted, he let out a faint smile, gazing at the ten black-clad men in front of him, the flames of slaughter in his eyes growing increasingly fierce and intense.

  "Roar!" With a loud, low-pitched howl, he threw his head back and let out a mighty roar. His clothes, hair, and beard all stood on end as if blown by an invisible wind. A powerful aura burst forth from him, pressing down upon the ten black-clad figures before him.

  Bang Bang

  Delighted, he stepped out one step at a time, the heavy footsteps like dull drumbeats, as if trampling on the hearts of the ten black-clad men, making them feel suffocated and depressed, involuntarily retreating backwards. And Delight's momentum also grew stronger with each footstep.

  The black-clothed leader took the lead, and under the overwhelming pressure of the strong atmosphere, he retreated several steps again. His eyes revealed a deep sense of horror and doubt, as well as a faint hint of unknown worry, which was quite complex.

  "The Master." A man in black said with some restraint.

  "Take him down, attack!" Feeling the terrifying aura and killing intent emanating from the black-clothed leader's body, he suddenly had an urge to flee, but ultimately suppressed it.

  The black-clothed leader's eyes were fixed tightly on the approaching figure, exerting himself to calm down and whispering in a low voice.

  They had no choice but to do so, for Gaoxing had them completely locked down. If they turned their backs and fled, they would inevitably be met with a fierce counterattack from Gaoxing, which would put them on the defensive. Given Gaoxing's current frenzied state, this would be extremely dangerous for them. Their purpose in coming here was not to kill, and if they were injured as a result, it would be utterly pointless.

  Since we can't retreat, then there's only one way forward. In the midst of excitement that hasn't yet reached its peak, take the initiative to launch an attack.

  "Kill!" With the low, murderous cry, the ten black-clad men who had been still as statues just moments before suddenly sprang into action, their footsteps swift and agile as they pounced on Gaoxing.

  Seeing the enemy approaching, he was not only fearless but extremely excited, shouting in his mouth like a mad beast, suddenly accelerating to the extreme speed and rushing towards the ten people who were pouncing on him.

  Bang

  With a dull hum, the black-clad leader's slender fist and He Xing's palm met, and his somewhat frail body was instantly sent flying sideways. He Xing's charging figure also came to an abrupt halt, taking two steps back.

  "Ah, ah!" Excitedly sticking out his crimson tongue, lightly licking his scarlet lips, letting out a hoarse howl. Although the sky was dark at this time, under the faint starlight, Gaoxing's face covered in fresh blood looked even more terrifying and eerie, truly like a devil who had escaped from hell.

  "Kill him!" Seeing the black-clad leader fly out, all the black-clad men's charging figures stiffened for a moment, and then they shouted frantically, their eyes red, and rushed towards Gao Xing even more crazily.

  Facing the dozens of fists that were as heavy as giant hammers and smashing towards his body, Gaoxing was delighted and fearless. He tore off his shirt, revealing a robust physique with bulging muscles. At this moment, Gaoxing's body had become much more muscular, with all the blood vessels under his skin bulging out like small snakes, not only full of power but also terrifying to behold.

  With a joyful swing of his two thick arms, he fought against the nine black-clad men.

  He has received the most scientific and rigorous killing training in modern times, and after countless killings and life-and-death tests, the fighting skills and experience he possesses are absolutely incomparable to ordinary people's imagination. Those combat skills have long been integrated into his body, engraved on his soul, and formed a bodily instinct.

  Although these nine black-clad men launched a dense offensive, they cooperated tacitly and advanced and retreated in an orderly manner. With the support of the blood courage in their hearts due to the leader's defeat, their attacking power was exceptionally strong. Even if it were Xiang Yu, he would have to retreat to Maicheng under the siege of these nine men.

  However, excitement is excitement, and at this time he has lost his calm judgment, completely like a beast using instinct, using keen tactile sensation in battle. The moves in his hands have long since lost their rhythm, but Gao's attacks are becoming more and more fierce. His moves are big and powerful, each punch and palm bringing a sharp breaking sound, surrounded by an astonishing killing aura, as if from purgatory, making people retreat with fear from the momentum.

  Two fists are hard to contend with four hands. Although this sentence is sometimes invalid, but for the excitement at this time, there is another interpretation.

  Although Gaoxing was unmatched in bravery at this time, he ultimately lacked strategic thinking, excelling in offense but falling short in defense. Five black-clad men were responsible for distracting Gaoxing and drawing his attention, while the other four focused on launching an effective killing attack.

  Lost his rational judgment, Huan was immediately hit, and in an instant, he was punched three times and slapped once on the chest and abdomen. The physical pain made Huan involuntarily cry out in agony. An injured beast is extremely ferocious, and at this time, Huan, who was more ferocious than a fierce tiger, was even more terrifying.

  His eyes seemed to be about to drip with fresh blood, he let out a frantic roar, his two arms seemed to have thickened again, the ferocious killing intent pressed down on the nine black-clothed men like a mountain call and sea tide, causing their breathing to stagnate, and their attacks slowed down.

  He was thrilled to seize the opportunity, and with just a few quick punches and kicks, the black-clad men surrounding him were blown away, letting out mournful cries. Two of them lay on the ground, unable to get up.

  "Put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

  A joyful heart suddenly heard a peaceful voice, warm and broad. But to the joyful ear, it was exceptionally hateful and detestable.

  "You're all going to die! You're all going to die!" Excited, a cruel smile emerged from his mouth, crackling with laughter, clenching his fists, approaching one of the black-clad men who had fallen to the ground.

  At this moment, Gao Xing seemed to have seen his parents die miserably at the hands of their enemies once again. The longing for life in their eyes, their guilt and reluctance towards themselves deeply pierced Gao Xing's heart, making him suffocate, as if he wanted to lose consciousness on the spot.

  "Ah!" Excitement flashed before his eyes, a crimson haze, as the enemy's arrogant laughter echoed in his ears. He was furious, he wanted to slaughter, he wanted to avenge his parents, he wanted to break free from the shackles of fate, he wanted to kill anyone who dared to control him, he wanted to drive out and annihilate that noisy voice deep within his heart.

  "Welcome!" The word was hoarse and low, almost inhuman.

  With a loud whoop, he threw a straight punch that sent the black-clad man flying. Although he also took a punch, he didn't seem to mind, and instead his killing intent and bloody aura continued to rise slowly, as if about to engulf the entire sky.

  One after another, the black-clothed men who blocked Happy's path were knocked flying and fell to the ground, unable to get up, their lives hanging in the balance. But Happy was not doing much better either, his mouth and nose constantly overflowing with fresh blood that splattered all over his body, some of the capillaries under his skin starting to rupture, making him look even more terrifying and malevolent.

  But the physical pain was nothing compared to the grief and regret of losing his parents, excitement now only wanted to tear everything apart, destroy everything, eliminate the noise in his heart, and eradicate the influence that made him furious and crazy.

  Looking at the black-clothed man standing in front of him once again, he let out a excited scream, without any hesitation, and stretched out his murderous hand once more.

  "Hurray!"