He Yiming slunk away, utterly disgraced!

Inside the Hilton Hotel, the assembled Tianhai elite fell into an indescribable silence. They stared at Qin Heng's youthful figure, speechless for a long time, unsure what to say.

This was the He Family of Beijing, wielding immense power and fabulous wealth!

Yet, before this eighteen-year-old, they could only bow their heads and concede, not daring to utter a single word of protest.

A young Grandmaster! So terrifying!

A true powerhouse, this is a real powerhouse! Wei Yue marveled inwardly, his shock immense.

He had initially assumed Qin Heng was merely a rich scion relying on a powerful family. He never expected Qin Heng to be a young Grandmaster of such unfathomable depth!

The Transcendence Realm! A height countless Martial Artists strived for their entire lives yet never reached!

Yet Qin Heng had achieved it at just eighteen! Inconceivable!

Over the past couple of years, the state, for reasons unknown, had begun to widely disseminate knowledge of the Martial Dao among society's upper echelons.

Consequently, even someone like Wei Yue, ignorant of the Martial Dao, understood the significance of a Martial Arts Grandmaster and the immense difficulty in becoming one.

"Anqi," Qin Heng suddenly called out to Wei Anqi, startling the crowd from their shocked stupor.

Then, they watched as he approached Wei Anqi, produced a jade pendant with a flick of his wrist, and offered it to her, saying, "Take this Jade Pendant. Consider it my birthday gift to you."

The Jade Pendant felt warm and smooth, exuding the aura of an ancient, priceless treasure.

It made the eyes of the onlookers gleam.

Even those with some knowledge of antiques trembled with excitement, muttering, "Such quality, such color, such an inner glow! This must be a thousand-year-old ancient jade, worth over a hundred million!"

Wei Anqi heard this. Her pretty face flushed crimson as she shook her head repeatedly. "No, no, Mr. Qin, this is far too valuable, truly..."

"Take it," Qin Heng said calmly, placing it in her hand. "Wear it close to your person; it will keep you safe."

This Jade Pendant wasn't actually a thousand-year-old ancient jade. It was merely an ordinary piece of jade worth a few thousand yuan. However, Qin Heng had sealed a trace of Mana within it, completely transforming it. To antique connoisseurs, it now appeared as a precious treasure akin to a millennium-old jade.

Then, Qin Heng turned and left.

Wei Anqi clutched the Jade Pendant, a deep blush spreading across her face. She watched Qin Heng's departing figure, her eyes shimmering with emotion, remaining silent for a long while.

The onlookers gazed at Wei Yue with unconcealed envy.

The Wei family was poised to rise! They hadn't just latched onto the Daqin Group; more crucially, they had secured the patronage of a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

Tianhai was on the verge of a great shift!

「It was getting late.」

Of course, Demon City Tianhai had no true night.

Navigating through a sea of neon and dazzling displays of light, Qin Heng reached the underground garage, intending to drive home. However, the moment he neared his parking spot, he caught the scent of blood.

It was the potent smell of human blood—fresh. The air hung heavy with palpable resentment and unwillingness!

Someone had been murdered right here, and by exceedingly cruel means!

"What's going on?" Qin Heng murmured, a slight frown creasing his brow.

He wasn't accustomed to keeping his Divine Sense active. Otherwise, the slightest stir within several kilometers would flood his mind, proving far too distracting.

Now, however, he immediately extended his Divine Sense.

He then discovered a mangled corpse lying in a corner of the underground parking garage.

Blood had formed a large pool beneath it.

It was a human body, clad in ragged clothes. The skin was aged; the victim must have been quite old.

Beside the corpse lay a tattered burlap sack, stuffed with bottles, cans, and other refuse.

In the corpse's hand, an unfinished bottle of mineral water was still clutched.

Nearby, bloodstained banknotes lay scattered...

... Qin Heng stood frozen, a profound silence falling over him.

His fingers trembled slightly as the earlier encounter flashed before his eyes. Then, he roared, "Come out! I know you're hiding here! Come out and die!!"

BOOM!

An incredibly terrifying shockwave erupted from him, like a detonating thermobaric bomb. Nearby cars were sent flying, and the entire underground parking lot was thrown into chaos.

Qin Heng was now incandescent with rage. His fury blazed, and he was consumed by the urge to kill.

This was the corpse of the elderly scrap collector Qin Heng had met before going to the Hilton Hotel.

An old woman, likely in her sixties. Dressed in tattered clothes, she navigated bustling Tianhai with a wooden stick and a burlap sack, eking out a meager existence by collecting scraps, living with stubborn resilience.

When Qin Heng had encountered her, he had felt a pang of sympathy. He had helped her pick up some bottles, bought her a bottle of water, and even secretly slipped her some money.

Now, the water she hadn't brought herself to finish—perhaps intending to take it home for someone—lay nearby. The money was also scattered about, stained with blood. And the old woman herself... murdered, her body so brutally mangled it was barely recognizable as human!

A tenacious, resilient, pitiable old woman, who had never surrendered to the hardships of life, had been slaughtered with such unspeakable cruelty!

Fury blazed in Qin Heng's eyes. "Come out!" he roared.

BOOM!

His voice, like a clap of thunder, boomed through the parking garage, reverberating deafeningly.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

The crisp sound of applause echoed from a shadowy corner. Then, a man and a woman emerged, both smiling at Qin Heng.

One was a tall, burly man, about one point nine meters in height and powerfully built. He wore blue Samurai attire, a long katana slung at his waist, and regarded Qin Heng with a mocking gaze.

The other was a girl who looked to be fifteen or sixteen. She was petite, barely over one point five meters tall, and dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono. Yet, she wielded a katana taller than herself, its blade gleaming, still stained with blood.

"Miyamoto Mayumi?" Qin Heng recognized the girl. He glanced at the katana in her hand and asked, "Did you kill that old woman?"

"Because you helped her," Miyamoto Mayumi said, her face contorted with venom, resembling a fiend from hell. Her voice was icy. "You defeated me, sent me flying with a single breath! That was an insult to me, a Samurai!

"So I must kill everyone related to you. This old hag was just the first. Next will be your family, your friends! But don't be angry...

"Actually, this old hag should thank me. When I caught her, she was still scavenging, muttering about her grandson at home, wanting to take that bottle of mineral water back for him to drink. She should thank me for granting her release!

"Oh, and she even mistook me for a thirsty little girl, wanted to offer me a sip of her water. How laughable! How utterly laughable! Such foolish kindness! As she was handing me the water, I plunged my katana into her heart!

"Blood spurted out! Her face, that expression of shock and utter disbelief... it's a pity you didn't see it! It was truly exquisite! HA HA HA HA HA!!"

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