Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 86: Follow-Up (Two-in-One Chapter)

Early the next morning.

Da-da-da!

A thunderous gallop broke through the government road, a dozen stern-faced martial artists in tight uniforms charged forward atop fine horses, tearing through the snowy winds. Leading the group was a towering figure with a beard covering half of his face, his gaze terrifyingly dark and venomous.

Han Lu still couldn’t believe it—Du Jiangbo, that coward who feared death, had actually dared to do something so bold!

How long had it been since Han Lu stepped out of the Li family fortress? And now, such a calamity had already occurred!

After the blaze was put out last night—

Those remaining in the Li family fortress quickly realized the gravity of the situation when they discovered that all Black Sand Gang martial artists and Du Jiangbo had vanished without a trace. Li Yu’s blood-dripping severed head was the final, horrifying proof.

The two remaining martial artists from the fortress rushed overnight to the Black Sand Gang headquarters to inform Han Lu, knowing full well that if Han Lu’s wrath descended upon them, it would spell annihilation for the Li family fortress.

Han Lu said nothing, his expression ashen and grim.

Upon receiving the news, he didn’t hesitate for a moment before heading directly to the Li family fortress. He had to see the events with his own eyes to believe them.

Soon.

The Li family fortress came into view in the distance. A crowd of fortress locals had gathered together, sleepless all night, anxiously awaiting Han Lu’s arrival. These were the higher-ranked residents of the fortress, such as stewards, who were typically responsible for overseeing the lowest-level tenant farmers.

"Out of my way!"

Han Lu roared furiously and lashed out with his whip.

Crack!

The whip carried immense force, its tail striking like lightning and lashing across the nearest steward.

The steward’s face turned pale with terror as his body flew uncontrollably high into the air. An intense pain engulfed him, and upon looking down, he saw his legs had been cleanly severed at the roots.

A muffled scream escaped him as Han Lu charged forward without a word. Behind him, the dozen knights followed ruthlessly, galloping fast. The steward with mangled legs was quickly trampled into minced flesh beneath the hooves.

The bystanders watched in paralyzing dread, their faces a mix of fear and horror as chills ran down their spines.

Han Lu headed straight for the red pavilion.

This was the place where he kept his ’golden canaries,’ pampered with care. Usually, when he approached the pavilion, the canaries would cheerfully rush out to greet him.

But today, what greeted him was nothing but piles of charred, black ash.

The acrid stench of burnt remnants filled the air, making Han Lu’s face twitch uncontrollably and his heart swell with rage.

"Dig it up!"

Han Lu roared furiously, and the dozen Black Sand Gang members behind him dared not hesitate. They instantly sprinted forward, mobilizing the gathered fortress residents to begin excavating the pavilion’s remains.

"Dig hard! Do not overlook even the tiniest clue!"

A leader barked sharply.

The crowd worked in quiet terror.