"You bastard, stop right there!"
He roared, drawing the weapon at his waist as he charged forward.
Compared to his four underlings, the bald-headed man’s weapon was far more advanced.
His four underlings used weapons forged from ordinary materials, but the bald-headed man, who was at the Second Rank Initial Stage, wielded a Spiritual Artifact Dagger forged from Spiritual Materials.
He mobilized the Spiritual Energy in his Dantian and infused it into the Spiritual Artifact Dagger in his hand.
The already exceptionally sharp Spiritual Artifact Dagger immediately began to glow with a faint golden Spiritual Light after being infused with Spiritual Energy, its keenness rising to a whole new level.
’As the saying goes, fail to pull the roots and the weeds will grow back.’ Facing enemies who had come to his door to kill him, Lin Li had no intention of showing mercy. Besides, these guys weren’t good people to begin with.
When Lin Li saw that the enemy he’d sent flying with a kick hadn’t died on impact, he briefly reflected that he hadn’t used enough force. He immediately moved in to finish the job.
Just then, the last enemy, now completely enraged, moved to intercept him. Lin Li decided to evade for the time being.
Planting his feet, he leaped backward, nimbly dodging the bald-headed man’s ferocious strike—a thrust of the Spiritual Artifact Dagger aimed at his chest.
"Dammit, this guy is too fast! I can’t catch him at all..."
Having swung his Spiritual Artifact Dagger more than a dozen times without even touching the hem of Lin Li’s clothes, the bald-headed man cursed in a fit of rage.
"You bastard! If you’ve got any guts, stop dodging and weaving! Quit holding back and show me your real strength!"
The bald-headed man muttered curses as he slowly closed in on Lin Li. He wanted to move the fight away from his underling, who was clinging to his last breath, to keep him from getting caught in the crossfire.
Lin Li knew the bald-headed man was trying to draw the fight away from his underling.
He chuckled and played along, moving to the side with him. Then he said something that made the bald-headed man grind his teeth, "You alone aren’t worthy of making me use my full strength..."
’Dammit.’ To be taunted to his face like this... in his ten-plus years with the Red Blood Gang, this was a first. It was an utter humiliation.
"You arrogant brat! I admit, I can’t handle you. But the Red Blood Gang is not to be trifled with.
Once I get back and report this to our Gang Leader, you’re a dead man, guaranteed! Hahaha... huh?"
The bald-headed man had just finished his threat and hadn’t even had a chance to gloat when a look of shock spread across his face again. He then screamed at Lin Li.
"No—"
"You bastard, stop!"
In response to the bald-headed man’s threat, Lin Li merely furrowed his brow slightly. He then raised his right hand, and a faint golden Spiritual Light began to shine from it.
A piercingly cold air materialized out of nowhere around the hand glowing with faint golden Spiritual Light.
With a CRACKLING sound, a sharp, half-meter-long ice spike materialized in the blink of an eye.
It was a shame the sun was currently hidden by ink-black clouds; otherwise, the crystal-clear ice spike would have surely refracted a dazzling light under its golden rays.
"WHOOSH..."
The moment the ice spike solidified, Lin Li flicked his hand.
The sharp, chilling ice spike shot forward. As the bald-headed man stared, his eyes wide with helpless fury, it plunged precisely into the neck of the underling on the ground—the one with a scar on his forehead, who had been clinging to his last breath.
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