Although the bandits lived a life of licking blood from the blade, they were well aware of how fragile their strength was in front of Mage Carter.

Jack Carter always kept that wicked smile on his face, as if his only expression was a smile and he could never be expressionless. “Enter that room and kill the man and woman inside, or be burned to death by my fireball. The choice is yours.”

The bandits were all stunned at the same time, and their faces instantly became filled with ferocity and savagery. They gripped their blood-dripping steel knives tightly and charged straight toward William Clark’s house.

Bang! Two bandits, knives in hand, were the first to rush into the room. Their sudden appearance naturally drew William Clark’s attention. The ferocious look on his face was just about to disappear completely, but when he saw the blood-dripping knives in the bandits’ hands, his gaze immediately turned sharp.

Chapter Five: Postnatal Dragon Arts

The bandits were all stunned at the same time, and their faces instantly became filled with ferocity and savagery. They gripped their blood-dripping steel knives tightly and charged straight toward William Clark’s house.

Bang! Two bandits, knives in hand, were the first to rush into the room. Their sudden appearance naturally drew William Clark’s attention. The ferocious look on his face was just about to disappear completely, but when he saw the blood-dripping knives in the bandits’ hands, his gaze immediately turned sharp.

The two bandits who rushed into the room were also stunned by the scene of utter chaos. The pungent smell of blood assaulted their nostrils, and the gruesome state of their three comrades who had just been killed painted a scene of unspeakable horror and bloodshed. The raw brutality made their stomachs churn violently, and they were on the verge of vomiting.

William Clark didn’t give these two horse bandits a chance to vomit. A beast-like low growl rumbled in his throat. He bent down, both hands touching the ground, and his whole body, like a wild beast, ran on all fours!

Roar! The roar snapped the two dumbfounded bandits back to their senses. In their pupils, William Clark’s beastly figure rapidly expanded. Instinctively, they tried to raise their sabers, but before they could, claws as sharp as their blades struck their faces first. Crack! Crack! With two crisp sounds, the bandits’ heads were smashed into pulp, their bodies drained of life, and they fell backward.

William Clark’s charge was so fast that, in the very next second after killing the two bandits, he burst out of the room, just in time to see more than a dozen bandits, bloodstained knives in hand, launching a hostile assault toward him.

Eric Carter wore that wicked smile on his face, wrapping the blanket around himself even tighter, as if he too disliked the cold wind and snow. “The real show is about to begin.”

Seeing the bandits’ charge, the killing intent and wildness in William Clark’s pupils spread across his entire eyes, then across his whole face. He threw his head back and let out a wild, feral howl at the just-risen full moon. The snow beneath his feet was kicked up as he propelled himself forward, flying into the air once more. In the next instant, he was already in front of a bandit.

Bang!

There was no suspense in the fight. The bandit didn’t even have time to react before William Clark smashed his head into pulp with a single swipe of his claw.

Such a savage and brutal blow deeply shocked all the bandits. In the past, the people they encountered either dared not resist or, if they did, were killed by them. But this person before them… or rather, this beast… was not only terrifyingly ferocious, but also looked incredibly powerful!

Anyone who met the eyes of this beast-like young man, even for a moment—when they closed their eyes to sleep, they would be haunted by the memory of those fierce pupils and be unable to rest. Even if they managed to fall asleep, they would wake up from nightmares.

Terrifying! The bandits had seen all kinds of angry, resentful, and vicious eyes, but never before had they seen such a pair of savage eyes that sent chills down their spines with just a glance.

Fierce, wild, bloody, murderous intent soaring to the sky!

William Clark was hunched deeply, looking nothing like a normal person—more like a dragon beast than a human. A bandit, driven to the extreme by fear, instead raised his saber high and charged at William Clark with a mad howl. Amidst the swirling wind and snow, there was an indescribable sense of strangeness, as if this man was making his final, desperate struggle before death.

A terrifying, inhuman roar burst from William Clark’s throat. He hunched low, sprinted at high speed to meet the bandit head-on, and slammed hard into the bandit’s abdomen. The powerful impact lifted the bandit’s feet off the ground, his body forming a falling V-shape.

William Clark’s hands, which had been close to the ground, grabbed the bandit’s legs, lifting him upside down. With another wild roar, he pulled his arms apart with force! Rip! Crack! Crack! The bandit’s body made the horrifying sound of bones and flesh tearing, as if silk and cotton were being ripped apart, and was torn in two!

William Clark casually tossed the two halves of the corpse onto the white snow, the steaming blood once again melting the snow into pools of blood.

Seeing this, the bandits immediately felt the cold wind pour into their bodies through their collars, and couldn’t help but shiver collectively. Their hands and feet turned icy cold, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over them from head to toe. The excitement they had felt for the impending slaughter had long since vanished without a trace.

In its place was fear—fear from the depths of their hearts!