Chapter 7119
The Demise of the Black Snake Gang
Chapter 7119 The Demise of the Black Snake Gang
Late at night, the long street was nearly deserted.
There is no curfew in Nuchuan City, but every night, everyone keeps their doors closed because of ghost stories and the presence of vampire bats that fly in silently and can suck people's blood, spreading deadly diseases.
Tang Zhen led Lin Xiaoman quietly down the street, the moonlight casting long shadows on them.
"Uncle Tang, I...I want to cultivate, I want to become stronger, so I can protect you and my father in the future."
Lin Xiaoman lowered her head and spoke softly, her tone full of trepidation and determination.
He had mustered his courage to say those words, and his eyes were full of anticipation.
Tang Zhen paused slightly, turned to look at the young man, and saw the determined light in his eyes. A faint smile appeared on his lips: "The path of cultivation is extremely arduous. Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid!" Lin Xiaoman immediately looked up, her eyes filled with unwavering determination, and nodded emphatically.
"Alright." Tang Zhen nodded slightly. "Once your studies are solid and your temperament has been tempered a bit more, I will teach you the methods of cultivation."
Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaoman was overjoyed, her eyes sparkling, and she thanked him repeatedly.
Some things need to be done at the right time to achieve the best results.
Having experienced this perilous experience, the young man's resolve to cultivate himself is as firm as gold. Without needing any prompting or admonition, he will undoubtedly continue to diligently and wholeheartedly pursue his chosen path.
It was late at night when they returned to Gusong Street. Tang Zhen took Lin Xiaoman back to his family's courtyard.
When Lin Dashan saw his son return safely, he was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He repeatedly kowtowed to Tang Zhen, overwhelmed with gratitude.
Tang Zhen helped him up, gave him a few words of advice, and then turned and left.
Under the moonlight
Tang Zhen's gaze swept across the distance, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "The remnants of the Black Snake Gang have not been eliminated; keeping them around will only bring trouble in the end."
This reckless Black Snake Gang has repeatedly crossed the line, which has already made Tang Zhen feel somewhat annoyed.
The trials of the mortal world are not about swallowing one's anger and eliminating the wicked; they are also a purification on the path of spiritual cultivation.
It would be a huge joke if a dignified demigod cultivator were bullied by a group of local bullies and dared not fight back.
"I'll get rid of it tonight to avoid disturbing the peace again."
He turned and stepped into the night. His figure flashed through the long street and became an almost invisible phantom, speeding towards the Black Serpent Gang's headquarters.
Their steps were light yet swift as lightning, and in less than half an incense stick's time, they had arrived at the Black Snake Gang's lair in the west of Nuchuan City.
The Black Snake Gang's headquarters was a three-courtyard complex with towering walls and a vermilion gate carved with ferocious snake patterns. Inside, the courtyard was brightly lit, and the sounds of gambling and drinking could be faintly heard.
Gang leader Xiong Qianshan sat in the inner hall, anxiously pacing back and forth in the main hall, waiting for the good news from the mass grave. A group of gang leaders stood on both sides, each with an uneasy expression.
"Boss, it's already this late, why haven't we heard from the strategist and the others? Could something have gone wrong?"
A fat, big-eared leader couldn't help but rub his hands together nervously.
Xiong Qianshan's face was grim. He slammed his hand on the table, making the cups and saucers tremble. "What's the panic! The strategist is unparalleled in wisdom. Archers and musketeers are all laid in ambush. Even if Tang Zhen has three heads and six arms, he is doomed!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a soft sound came from outside the courtyard gate, and the heavy vermilion gate shattered as if it were made of paper.
Everyone was taken aback and turned to look, simultaneously holding their weapons and displaying wary expressions.
"Everyone is here, that's good, I don't have to search one by one."
Amidst the flying sawdust, a figure walked in slowly, his posture upright and his expression indifferent—it was Tang Zhen.
He exuded no aura whatsoever, yet every step he took caused the ground in the courtyard to tremble slightly, and an invisible pressure quietly spread, making the breaths of all the gang members in the courtyard catch in their throats.
"You...you're actually not dead?!" Xiong Qianshan's pupils shrank, and he stood up abruptly in shock. Looking at the unharmed Tang Zhen, a chill ran through him.
The strategist, Scarface Liu, led nearly a hundred elite troops, along with muskets and bows and arrows, yet he still failed to capture him.
The impossible has now happened, and an indescribable panic surged in my heart in an instant.
Today, I fear I am about to face a calamity!
Tang Zhen's gaze swept across the hall. The gang leaders and thugs all had fierce looks on their faces, but they couldn't hide their fear. They gripped their weapons tightly, but none of them dared to step forward first.
He didn't bother with words, his voice as cold as ice, piercing everyone's eardrums: "The Black Snake Gang has committed numerous evils and oppressed the good. Today, they will all be wiped out."
"Arrogant! You dare to storm my Black Serpent headquarters alone? Do you really think I have no one to rely on?"
Xiong Qianshan snapped out of his daze and shouted fiercely, "Everyone, attack together and tear him to pieces!" But in his heart, he was already planning to escape.
At his command, dozens of elite members of the Black Snake Gang roared and charged forward, brandishing knives and clubs, creating a whistling wind as various weapons aimed at Tang Zhen's vital points.
These people were all skilled fighters in the gang, each of them having cultivated internal strength. When they joined forces, ordinary martial artists would have long been chopped into mincemeat.
But in front of Tang Zhen, they were nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs.
He remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch, and simply waved his hand casually.
There were no earth-shattering supernatural powers, no dazzling moves, only a pale golden divine power rippling outwards.
"Bang bang bang!"
A series of muffled thuds exploded. The thugs at the forefront were sent flying by the gentle yet powerful force before they could even touch Tang Zhen's clothes. Their bodies crashed heavily against the courtyard wall, their bones shattered and their internal organs broken on the spot.
Upon seeing this, the others were terrified and their attack immediately stalled.
A cold glint flashed in Tang Zhen's eyes, and with a light step, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
The next second, screams erupted one after another.
His figure moved like a ghost through the crowd. With each wave of his hand, a person would be sent flying and disappear in the blink of an eye.
The Black Serpent Gang members, who ran rampant in Nuchuan City, were like lambs to the slaughter in front of him, powerless to resist.
Someone swung a knife at him, and he flicked his finger, shattering the steel blade instantly, the remaining force crushing the man's head; someone tried to launch a sneak attack, and he struck them with a backhand palm, shattering their heart meridian; someone else tried to escape by climbing over the wall, but was restrained by an invisible divine force, slammed to the ground, and died instantly.
The fight was swift and decisive, without any hesitation. In just a few breaths, the thugs in the courtyard were lying scattered on the ground.
Such a chaotic scene, yet utterly silent, instilled endless fear in the hearts of those present.
Tang Zhen stood there, like a god of death descending, reaping the lives of ants.
Looking at this hellish scene, Xiong Qianshan turned pale with fright and turned to try to escape through the secret passage in the backyard.
As the leader of a gang, he had already cultivated his internal strength to its peak and was considered a master in Nuchuan City. However, in front of Tang Zhen, he did not even have the courage to make a move and only wanted to escape.
"Want to go?"
A cold voice sounded behind him, and Xiong Qianshan felt a chill on his back. A tremendous force instantly locked him in place, rendering him unable to move.
Tang Zhen had somehow appeared behind him, his hand gently resting on his shoulder.
"Spare me! Mr. Tang, spare me! I'll do it again! I'll give you all the Black Snake Gang's valuables, please spare my life!"
Xiong Qianshan's legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly. His former ferocity had vanished, leaving only endless fear and pleas for mercy.
"You have committed numerous evils, how could I forgive you?" Tang Zhen said calmly, his palm emitting a slight divine power.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones cracking rang out, and Xiong Qianshan collapsed to the ground without even letting out a scream, dying instantly.
The few remaining leaders in the hall trembled with fear upon seeing their leader die instantly. They threw down their weapons, knelt down, and begged for mercy, crying that they had been forced into this situation and pleading with Tang Zhen for leniency.
Tang Zhen's gaze was indifferent; he didn't even glance at her. He raised his hand and waved his hand, unleashing a surge of divine power.
The remaining leaders were instantly annihilated by divine power, along with the tables, chairs, and plaques in the hall, all of which were reduced to dust.
He stepped out of the Black Snake Gang's headquarters. The courtyard behind him was deathly silent. The once arrogant and domineering Black Snake Gang had completely turned into dust of history.
He didn't take a single coin of the gold and silver treasures in the courtyard, leaving only an empty, abandoned courtyard, signifying the demise of this evil force.
As night deepened, Tang Zhen returned to Gusong Street along the long street, his figure blending into the darkness as if he had never left.
Throughout the journey, he concealed his aura, remaining an ordinary citizen. No one knew that a powerful and ruthless gang in Nuchuan City had just been wiped out by a single flick of his finger.
As dawn breaks, the first light of day approaches.
Pushing open the wooden gate, the bowl lotus in the courtyard quietly blooms in the night, its fragrance filling the air.
Once the courtyard gate is closed, it becomes another independent world, seemingly untouched by worldly strife and untouched by any dust.