Suddenly crashing into the ancestral hall’s deity statue, the stone-carved idol was shattered into pieces, and Ryan Bennett stood up from the ruins of the statue in a sorry state.

The black-clad youth strode straight over, shouting sternly, “Useless young master of the The Bennett Family, I didn’t expect you to have some skill. Hmph, but you’re still far too weak. Let me send you on your way!”

“Hah!”

The black-clad youth launched another punch straight at him.

But Ryan Bennett smiled. In the moonlight, his handsome, charming face was captivating—no one would have guessed that this youth was the infamous good-for-nothing young master of the The Bennett Family, Brian Bennett.

“Bang!”

Ryan Bennett suddenly ducked low, driving a fist filled with fire energy hard into his opponent’s abdomen. He had already seen through it: this black-clad youth was strong, but his speed was clearly lacking. As long as he fought with speed instead of brute force, his chances of winning wouldn’t be too low.

“Pfft…”

Caught off guard, the black-clad youth took the punch and fell to the ground. When he looked up, a gleaming sword was already pressed against his throat.

Ryan Bennett reached out and removed the youth’s mask, revealing a rugged-looking young man, about twenty years old, with sword-like brows and fierce eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness, glaring fiercely at Ryan Bennett.

“Who are you?” Ryan Bennett asked.

“Michael Bolton, from Liangcheng. So what?!” Michael Bolton replied frankly.

Ryan Bennett nodded. “Why did you come to the The Bennett Family?”

“To take a divine weapon!”

“A divine weapon?”

Ryan Bennett couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t tell me you mean the Battle Axe Yaoyang?”

Michael Bolton was stunned. “So you already know!”

“What do you want Yaoyang for?” Ryan Bennett said coldly. “Speak!”

Michael Bolton’s eyes were full of anger. Suppressing his emotions, he nearly roared, “To kill someone!”

“To kill whom?”

Ryan Bennett was a bit surprised. This youth was risking theft of the divine weapon Yaoyang just to kill someone? That must mean the person he wanted to kill was his mortal enemy.

Michael Bolton said in a deep voice, “Why do you ask so much? I’m not your match. If you want to kill me, just do it!”

“Swish!”

With a sound of wind, Ryan Bennett withdrew his sword and said, “I just want to know—who do you want to kill?”

Michael Bolton was surprised and said, “The Seven Tyrants of Liangcheng.”

“Oh, the Seven Tyrants of Liangcheng?”

“Yes!” Michael Bolton gritted his teeth, his eyes almost spitting fire, and said in a low voice, “These seven villains have plagued the region. Just two days ago, they slaughtered the Wang family of Xujia Town, killing seventeen people. The Wang family’s daughter, only seventeen, was defiled by the Seven Tyrants!”

Ryan Bennett listened, his anger rising. “Is there no law anymore?”

Michael Bolton sneered, “Law? Emperor Qin is tyrannical, forcing the people of Dazexiang to rebel. The old seven kingdoms have all been restored, and the Central Plains are in chaos. What law is left?”

Ryan Bennett finally understood. He stepped forward, helped Michael Bolton up, and smiled. “So it was a misunderstanding. So, you came to borrow Yaoyang just to punish the Seven Tyrants of Liangcheng?”

“That’s right!”

Michael Bolton clenched his iron fists, every word ringing with conviction: “Heaven’s way is lost, the world is in chaos, the people suffer, and the heavens ignore the mortal realm. I, Michael Bolton, am determined to act for the heavens and rid the world of injustice! Unfortunately, I’ve fought three of the Seven Tyrants of Liangcheng, and all seven are level two earth warriors—extremely powerful. I’m no match for them!”

Ryan Bennett pondered for a moment and said, “Actually, the Battle Axe Yaoyang can’t really be used in real combat… How about this: I’ll go with you tomorrow to teach those Seven Tyrants of Liangcheng a lesson. How about it?”

Michael Bolton nodded heavily. “I hope you won’t go back on your word. I’ll come find you at dawn tomorrow!”

“I never break my word!”

Michael Bolton cupped his fists in thanks and left, leaping into the night.

Watching his departing figure, Ryan Bennett thought to himself, so this is what it means to be a young wanderer—fighting for justice, drinking and making friends all day. Such a life isn’t so bad.

……

Turning back to the ancestral hall, he lit a lamp to examine the remains of the statue—it was already beyond repair.

Ryan Bennett shook his head. More trouble. He wondered if his father would blame him.

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly, a faint dark red light flashed briefly among the statue’s remains. Ryan Bennett was startled, sensing that there seemed to be a barely perceptible power within the statue.

He hurriedly searched with his candle and found a section of scroll among the broken limbs of the statue. The material was unknown, but it was extremely tough—the stone was broken, but the scroll was unharmed.

On the scroll, lines of densely packed seal script characters floated. Ryan Bennett had studied ancient texts before, so reading it wasn’t difficult. At the front of the scroll were four bold characters—Fire God Remnant Scroll!

“Fire God Remnant Scroll?”

Ryan Bennett was secretly delighted. This seemed to be something akin to the Fire God Technique, and it looked even more powerful!

He opened the Fire God Remnant Scroll. The ancient script was as profound and obscure as if from antiquity. Although Ryan Bennett was familiar with the Fire God Technique, he could only grasp the basics of this Remnant Scroll. But one thing was certain: the martial arts techniques within this scroll were far superior to those of the Fire God Technique!

Now, two choices lay before Ryan Bennett: continue cultivating the Fire God Technique, or train in this mysterious Fire God Remnant Scroll?

After thinking for a long time, Ryan Bennett made up his mind—to take an unconventional path and secretly cultivate the Fire God Remnant Scroll!