Chapter 150: Rivaling the God of Death

Tian Yi was covered in blood, presenting a pathetic and battered sight. His arms and back were etched with horrifying wounds, yet the killing intent and unyielding spirit in his eyes burned as fiercely as ever. Upon seeing Chen Erpao approach, his gaze turned icy, and a monstrous hatred surged within him.

"Chen Erpao, I never imagined that a man I once had my underlings chase and slash across multiple streets would now be just a single step away from the throne of Tuen Mun's overlord. But that step is no simple matter—it's harder than ascending to the heavens. To be honest with you, the Heavenly Alliance has already dispatched over a thousand men to reinforce us! At the same time, hehe, a massive force of elite experts is currently raiding your various dens and assassinating the high-ranking members of the Yi Sect. Who will ultimately claim victory remains to be seen. Hahaha..."

Chen Erpao was not surprised that the Heavenly Alliance would send reinforcements, but the revelation that a large force of elite experts had slipped away to launch a sneak attack on Tuen Mun caught him completely off guard, sending a jolt of alarm through him.

He immediately ordered Wang Xing to rush back and lead the remaining men of the Elite Marksmen Division to handle the situation. The total eradication of the Heng Tang was within reach, and he could not afford any delays. No matter what losses the sect suffered, as long as the Heng Tang was completely wiped out, the ultimate victor would still be the Yi Sect. The losses of tonight would be compensated tenfold, or even a hundredfold, in the near future.

"Tian Yi, your doomsday has arrived. Why bother spouting so much nonsense? No matter what happens, it cannot change the fact that the Heng Tang is about to cease to exist."

Tian Yi burst into loud laughter. "Chen Erpao, don't celebrate too early. Just wait and see!"

"Charge...!" Suddenly, deafening battle cries echoed from behind the Yi Sect's position. The Heavenly Alliance's forces had truly arrived.

Chen Erpao remained calm and composed, coldly watching the rapidly approaching enemy forces. Tian Yi, on the other hand, was overjoyed, his spirits instantly revitalized as he shouted loudly to the few remaining men around him.

"Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived! There's nothing to worry about. Go wipe out those bastards from the Yi Sect! Once tonight is over, Tuen Mun will still belong to the Heng Tang. We'll still live the high life, eating well, drinking fine wine, and enjoying women. Charge and kill them all!"

With a sudden, thunderous roar that sounded like a crack of lightning, Chen Erpao startled everyone present.

"Elite Marksmen Division, prepare to fire!"

"Elite Marksmen Division?"

"What the hell is the Elite Marksmen Division?"

Hearing these words, the enemy soldiers were struck by a wave of confusion. Even Tian Yi froze for a split second, a chilling premonition gripping his heart. Immediately afterward, a dense volley of gunfire erupted, sending his anxiety soaring to its absolute peak.

Dozens of men from the Elite Marksmen Division had secretly ambushed the abandoned high-rises shortly beforehand. With dozens of firearms of various types opening fire simultaneously, one could only imagine the sheer terrifying firepower. The Heavenly Alliance's forces were thrown into utter chaos, and the dozens of men charging at the very forefront collapsed instantly.

At that moment, a burly leader stepped forward. He had a stocky build and eyes as large as a bull's. Nicknamed "Mad Bull," he was one of the Four Great Heavenly Kings of the Heavenly Alliance.

"What are you all afraid of? We have guns too! It's just a tiny Yi Sect! To think they actually forced me to take the field personally. Damn it!"

Before long, the Heavenly Alliance's gunmen rushed to the front, taking cover behind various obstacles to return fire. However, there were only ten of them, and they were positioned at the base of the buildings—disadvantaged in both firepower and terrain.

Sure enough, only a few minutes into the firefight, several of the Heavenly Alliance's gunmen had already been gunned down. The rest of the thugs dared not charge forward blindly, knowing that for every ten men who tried, several would inevitably fall, especially with dozens of barrels aimed squarely down at their heads from above.

Tian Yi, trapped in the center of the development site, grew increasingly frantic as he saw that his reinforcements had yet to break through. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans mixed with blood on his forehead. With fewer than a hundred men left by his side, if this dragged on any longer, even he would soon be meeting the King of Hell. By the time the Heavenly Alliance's main force finally broke through—no matter how much damage their elite experts inflicted on the Yi Sect's headquarters—it would all be too late.

Time ticked away second by second, and more than ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, Chen Erpao received two calls from Wang Xing. The Heavenly Alliance's covert assault on the Yi Sect had already begun; thus far, five operations bases had suffered severe destruction, one deputy division-level leader and nearly ten mid-level officers had been assassinated, and another high-ranking leader had been injured.

Wang Xing had acted with the utmost speed, issuing defensive orders while gathering all the remaining high-ranking officials at the headquarters. Even the Black and White Ghosts, who were tasked with protecting Xue Mei, had been given a strict warning.

"It seems the Heavenly Alliance has made a remarkably heavy investment this time!" Chen Erpao's expression dropped to its lowest point, resembling perennial glacial ice. Losing over a dozen core commanders overnight was undoubtedly a massive blow to an organization that had not been established for very long.

Yet, all of this would be repaid in full. Today, the Heng Tang was destined to vanish forever into the long river of history.

Chen Erpao abruptly drew his long saber. Forged from refined steel and specialized materials, this blade never returned to its sheath without tasting blood. A blinding, chilling glare reflected across Chen Erpao's face, making him look like the Grim Reaper descending in the dead of night as he stepped toward Tian Yi stride by stride.

In the underworld, the name Chen Erpao was synonymous with the god of death. Who dared to stand against him? Who could fight him? The dozens of men blocking Tian Yi's path did not dare to step forward and obstruct him; they could only cower and back away in terror.

Tian Yi was painfully aware of Chen Erpao's terrifying strength. Facing the approaching man, he completely lacked the courage to charge forward and engage him in battle.

Right at that moment, the battle cries from behind grew closer and closer. After all, the Heavenly Alliance still boasted a force numbering in the thousands. Under Mad Bull's fierce urging, quite a few men managed to punch through the gunfire defense line and reach the central zone.

Without even looking back, Chen Erpao suddenly exploded into motion with a fierce stride, his long saber sweeping through the air. Wherever the blade went, blood splattered in all directions. With every single step he took, a life was claimed, steadily closing the distance to Tian Yi.

Tian Yi was gradually forced back into a corner, with fewer than ten men left standing before him. At this point, not even the gods could save him.

Consumed by a boiling wave of killing intent, Chen Erpao slashed forward. With a crisp *clang*, an enemy's machete snapped in half under the force of the blow. Before the wretch even realized what had happened, the long saber had already been wrenched straight out of his chest.

Amidst the dark night, the long saber acted as the scythe of death. Stationed right in the middle of a dozen men, Chen Erpao spun the blade in a flurry of light, showing not an ounce of fear.

*Clang, clang...* Following several more sharp impacts, the ground was littered with broken blades. Pushed to the absolute brink, Tian Yi let out a sudden, ferocious roar to vent the terror consuming his heart and charged forward viciously.

Chen Erpao spun seamlessly with the momentum of his blade. Executing a sweeping defensive maneuver followed by a rapid, twisting offensive flourish, he instantly dispatched the remaining enemies around him, leaving only Tian Yi.

Tian Yi leaped into the air, bringing his long saber down in a devastating, mountain-splitting chop. Chen Erpao sidestepped with fluid grace, executed a revolving counter-slash, and spun upward, vaulting lightly over the crown of Tian Yi's head as his blade traced a lethal arc through the air.

Tian Yi's face drained of all color. Summoning every last ounce of his internal strength, he desperately jerked his body aside, narrowly avoiding being cleaved cleanly down the middle. Even so, his ear was sliced clean off by the blade, and fresh blood instantly dyed his garments crimson.