Adam Carter seemed completely unconcerned. With a shake and a flick of the chain coiled around his right arm, he once again ensnared the figure of Edward Lewis, who had already dropped his hooked chain and was attempting to flee. The end of the chain coiled around the latter’s neck like a snake. Suddenly, Edward Lewis stomped hard, his body shooting forward like an arrow!

The force of his charge violently yanked the hooked chain. Edward Lewis’s eyes bulged slightly, and with a crisp crack at his neck, his throat and larynx were completely crushed by the chain!

At this moment, Adam Carter was already leaving afterimages behind him, weaving effortlessly through the rain of arrows, closing in on Harold Stone.

Harold Stone’s pupils contracted sharply, and his huge hands instinctively lashed out. In his panic, there was no technique at all—he flailed wildly, only hoping to force Adam Carter back.

But Adam Carter grabbed both hands, and with a sudden downward pull, he forcibly tore off those strong arms, cultivated to the level of Golden Armor Xuanba Body, ripping them off at the shoulders!

Just as Harold Stone howled in pain and his body froze, Adam Carter punched straight at his throat, snapping his entire neck and sending his head flying.

All of this happened in a flash, just a few dozen heartbeats. Yet both Harold Stone and Edward Lewis were dead, and the ‘Axe Butcher’ Henry Ford was likely doomed as well, his fate unknown.

The alley fell into a deathly silence. The remaining people momentarily forgot to flee, staring blankly at the corpses of Harold Stone and Edward Lewis.

Jack Grant and Eric Bennett both stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The latter, beyond shock and confusion, felt only terror. He was stunned by Adam Carter’s strength! The combined might of subduing dragons and tigers, even able to contend with a Qi Refining cultivator. He truly couldn’t understand why this man had been hiding all this time. Now, it seemed that even the entire Qingyi Hall together would be no match for Adam Carter.

What terrified him most was that today, it would be hard to escape with his life.

Eric Bennett simply couldn’t believe it. When they left Yue City years ago, Adam Carter had only been slightly stronger than him. Back then, with his weapon, their fights were close—at best, a sixty-forty split. When had his former brother become so powerful?

A moment later, everyone in the alley seemed to awaken from a dream, immediately turning and fleeing in all directions.

Adam Carter watched like an outsider, but inside, his heart sank. Letting these people escape was surely not a good thing.

But at this moment, his body was under the control of some mysterious will, and he could only watch helplessly. What he should be worrying about now was how to regain control of his own body.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this thought arose, his body darted forward again. He flicked up the crossbow bolts embedded in the walls and ground one by one, then shot them out like shadows.

He was so fast he was almost invisible; nearly every arrow left a trail of blood. Even without Harold Stone and Edward Lewis holding the line, with his strength alone, he couldn’t have killed them all. But now, under the control of this mysterious will, it was effortless to shoot down each fleeing person with arrows—sometimes even through walls, unhindered by line of sight.

By the time the twenty crossbowmen and more than a dozen Blood Refining martial artists were nearly all dead, Adam Carter had already caught up to ‘Wind Blade’ Jack Grant.

Jack Grant, terrified beyond reason, didn’t think at all—he grabbed Eric Bennett beside him and threw him backward, trying to block Adam Carter.

Eric Bennett, caught off guard, went pale. He could only watch as Adam Carter’s figure closed in, growing larger in his vision.

“Wudao—”

Eric Bennett dodged with all his might, his eyes pleading. He had a wife and children; he didn’t want to die. Adam Carter was his sworn brother—surely he would understand and show mercy.

But what he saw last were Adam Carter’s eyes, filled with murderous bloodlust and utter coldness.

“Die!”

A simple punch, not even using the Dragon-Subduing Twelve Strikes, easily shattered Eric Bennett’s throat, just like Harold Stone.

At this moment, Adam Carter’s mind was blank. Just now, he had tried with all his might to resist, to regain control of his body.

But in the end, he couldn’t stop in time. Eric Bennett, Xiaosi—

His emotions nearly lost control. He couldn’t describe the feeling—grief, hatred, regret.

He didn’t know how much time passed before Adam Carter regained consciousness. He found himself standing alone in a pool of blood.

The alley was now filled with corpses. Counting carefully, not a single one of the dozens Harold Stone had brought to ambush him had escaped.

Jack Grant was kneeling ten paces in front of him, a broken blade stuck in his back. It was Eric Bennett’s blade—he must have picked it up after decapitating Eric Bennett and thrown it to kill ‘Wind Blade’ Jack Grant.

Adam Carter looked around in a daze, then glanced at the sky. The fierce battle had lasted less than a hundred breaths.

He tentatively moved his limbs and found that he had regained control of his body.

Adam Carter felt a bit relieved and finally let out a breath. Only then did he notice that in the surrounding intact or ruined houses, dozens, even hundreds of eyes were secretly watching him.