The Universe Is Innately Just 17 Cold Blooded Massacre

Vicious Zhang was delightfully whistling while opening a bottle of wine, unaware of the calamity he was going to encounter.

His thugs beating Moha to death was similar to touching a dragon's reverse scale, His misery was soon approaching his doorstep.

As soon as Fell saw that Moha's was feeling much better and that his had health stabilized, he instantly left in the direction of the DarkSun Mansion. The big manor was a well-known landmark, clearly standing out from the other part of the slums. Fell's pace was unhurried, his killing intent acc.u.mulating every step. His will cultivation base was powered with intense killing resolve, Fell took out his weapon from his Spatial Pocket. He hooked his sword to his belt, he advanced forward with an unmatched urge for revenge.

He soon arrived in front of the manor. At the door of the big construct were a few thugs guarding their lair. He approached the entrance with calm steps, soon a thug noticed him and menacingly barked in his direction.

"Stop there! This is DarkSun's territory!"

Fell ignored the warning, gradually advancing to the front door made of steel. He unsheathed his sword, a beautiful moonlight curved in front of him. Accompanied by the sound of the door being cut, a blood-curdling scream followed the sound of steel cutting through the metallic door.

Fell entered the manor, stepping aside from the thugs he just cut open. Having already resolved himself to kill, Fell was ready for bloodshed. He advanced through the building unleas.h.i.+ng ma.s.sacre upon every thug he met on his road, he used the simplest method against them, stepping on them like ants.

While most of the thugs tried to put up a fight with Fell, some of them fled to call their generals. Under Vicious Zhang were Five Generals, those five were his most trusted subordinate, moving through mountains and seas to execute his orders.

They each directed one of Vicious Zhang business. Drugs, Prost.i.tution, Shylock, Gambling, Smuggling. Each general was followed by an a.s.sault team, equipped with the finest equipment a Gang could offer.

The first one to encounter Fell was Serj, he managed the drugs section of Darksun's business. He was also the first of them to die, he encountered Fell in a narrow s.p.a.ce. The difference between them was similar to heaven and earth, no variable could have changed the result. Fell intent to slaughter them was absolute.

Fell quickly eliminated Daron and Shavo, unleas.h.i.+ng h.e.l.l upon the prost.i.tution and gambling managers. Their a.s.sault team not even having the time to fire in front of Fell's speed. Every time he met a group of thugs, he would apply pressure on the earth, das.h.i.+ng forward in the middle of his opponents, slicing and hacking through every thug. Leaving behind a mult.i.tude of sliced corpses, littering the carpet of the luxurious villa.

He soon arrived in the main department of the manor. John the smuggling executive was waiting for Fell. His a.s.sault team equipped with rocket launchers unleashed their fire on Fell.

"Kill Him!"

A sea of rocket appeared in front of him, blocking his vision with a barrage of light.

He advanced forward, his killing intent exploding out. His blade was drawn out, clear moonlight bloomed on the edge of his sword. He dashed in the sea of rockets, pa.s.sing through a narrow s.p.a.ce in the barrage, slas.h.i.+ng thought rockets that he couldn't avoid.

"How is that possible!" a shrill scream escaped from John's dry mouth. his muscles were trembling, his urge to flee taking him over.

He pa.s.sed through the Smuggling a.s.sault team, causing blood-curdling screams in his pa.s.sage. His killing intent demolished their spirit, leaving them shaking in fear. Fell cut through them with ease and barged in the hall.

He instantly noticed an a.s.sault team equipped with snipers. Bullets cut through the hall in the direction of Fell, who responded with a dash, crossing drastically the distance between them. Finis.h.i.+ng the last general Andy, he left the Shylock manager in half on the floor and advanced in his road.

He dashed through the building floors with ease, eliminating every single thug that made the mistake to cross his path. Every single kill nourished his blade, giving the thirsty blade a gargantuan first meal.

He soon arrived on the last floor, in front of him was a golden framed door. A colossal man was guarding the Boss's entrance. The rare person who knew him called him Arto, he was the strongest of Boss Zhang's subordinate, his confidant, his right-hand.

"You are quite strong. The big five couldn't even stop you in your track." The man calmly said, his arms were crossed. A confident grin drew on his face.

"You're a cultivator. You're the same as Brother Zhang and I! We no longer exist on the same realm as those mortal peasants. Join us, DarkSun is just at its beginning. Join us and we will conquer this sh*tty city that birthed us."

He stopped and looked deeply at Fell's eyes, respect was drawn on his face, the five generals' deaths didn't even matter for him. Fell's worth was just bigger than those mortal, he was a cultivator, and a young talented one. In the middle of the slums, it was a rare oddity.

"Come! Join us and let's take our revenge on this world that didn't accept us!"

His proposition dropped in Fell's sea of killing intent, leaving him unfazed in front of the big man. He advanced forward with the same pace he entered DarkSun's manor. It was with unhurried steps, mixed with matchless confidence that he advanced in the direction of the golden door. He came here with a clear goal, to uproot DarkSun.

Feeling that his opponent wasn't joining their cause, Arto frowned and sighed, disappointed that his proposal wasn't even taken into consideration.

He readied himself, his stance aggressive and hard. Before saying with a confident grin.

"Junior, you should know that I'm a Mid-Level Physique Molding Stage, fighting me will be quite a challenge for a newly born cultivator."

Seeing that Fell was ignoring him, anger started to appear on his face.

"Then die!", he unleashed his most powerful but simplest blow, using his body's t.i.tanic weight and his body cultivation base. Arto threw himself upward, sending a powerful straight punch with his armored fist.

Fell responded with a left hook of his own, he added his concepts of softness and hardness into the blow. Their fists collided, spreading a small earthquake through the floor.