William King looked at the The Carter Family villa, a decision forming in his heart.

However, just as he came within a hundred meters of the The Carter Family villa, he seemed to sense something. In an instant, his figure flickered at an unbelievable speed.

"Zzzzt!"

Stone chips sprayed everywhere.

A bullet hole suddenly appeared in the utility pole behind him. The bullet pierced through the steel pole and, with undiminished force, buried itself in the ground, leaving a hole that fully demonstrated the immense kinetic energy contained in the shot.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp, tangible gleam seemed to flash from William King's eyes, his gaze instantly locking onto an eight-story slab building three hundred meters away.

"Courting death!"

With a "boom!", the ground seemed to explode with muffled thunder, the floor shattering into pieces. William King's figure transformed into a ferocious, charging beast, whipping up a wild gale as he shot straight toward that building at an incredible speed.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three bullets whistled toward him, but each time William King's figure merely flickered slightly, causing those powerful bullets—capable of piercing steel plates—to miss their mark!

"How is this possible..."

On the sixth floor, the eight-armed Garuda Old Abbey, still holding a gun, looked utterly shocked.

Dodging bullets!

The opponent could actually evade his bullets.

He was a fourth-level martial artist, extremely skilled at concealing his presence. Before firing, not a trace of his aura would leak out. His most glorious achievement was shooting dead a martial arts grandmaster who couldn't react in time. Now, he had fired four shots in a row. The first could be chalked up to luck, but the second, third, and fourth shots—there was no way luck could explain them.

Spiritual realm!

Nine times out of ten, the opponent had already touched upon that spiritual realm known as the threshold of transcendence!

"Beiyue Sword God Samuel Grant..."

As a bystander's exclamation rang out, Old Abbey shuddered and snapped back to his senses.

The speed unleashed by a martial artist at the threshold of transcendence was terrifying—covering thirty meters in a second was nothing. The three hundred meters between them would be closed in just a few breaths.

While Old Abbey was still in shock, William King had already leapt forward, pushing off the roof of a sedan for momentum...

"Damn!"

Without any hesitation, Old Abbey turned and retreated.

If his guess was correct, letting such a terrifying expert get close would mean certain death.

"Damn it, wasn't it said that he hadn't practiced swordsmanship for years and his cultivation had plummeted..."

"Boom!"

The roof of a dark green Toyota Land Cruiser suddenly caved in, and William King shot up like a cannonball, soaring ten meters into the air. His right hand grabbed and pushed off the security bars on the fourth floor, propelling himself upward again toward the fifth floor. After a few more maneuvers, he climbed straight up to the sixth floor.

The entire process was fierce, domineering, and overwhelming!

"Boom!"

The security bars on the sixth floor were violently torn apart by the force erupting from William King's body. In the next moment, he crashed through the tempered glass window like a human tank, his right foot kicking off the window ledge, stone chips flying, his body shooting forward in a straight line. His right hand clenched into a fist, power radiating out, and the partition wall blocking his way shattered with a bang. That punch landed directly on Old Abbey, who was hiding behind the wall.

"Splurt!"

Old Abbey, who thought he still had a chance to counterattack from behind the wall, shuddered violently. Most of his bones were crushed, his internal organs thrown into chaos, and his whole body was sent flying by that punch, smashing the coffee table and sofa in the living room to pieces.

"Who sent you?"

William King stopped, patted the dust from the shattered wall off his body, and walked step by step toward Old Abbey.

There was a bloody smell coming from the bedroom on the left; clearly, the owner of this apartment had already been killed.

"Cough, cough... Martial Saint... Martial Saint... I actually tried to assassinate a Martial Saint at the threshold of transcendence... I can't complain about dying, cough, cough..."

Old Abbey coughed violently, all the ribs in his chest shattered, his internal organs displaced by the shock. He was beyond saving.

"Very few people know I'm here, and just yesterday Stephen Ward visited me, inviting me to join a Blood Dragon Hall, which I refused. You're from Blood Dragon Hall, aren't you?"

A sharp light flashed in William King's eyes as he stared at Old Abbey.

He didn't need an answer. The moment he asked, Old Abbey's qi and blood fluctuated, his pupils contracted, and his emotional reaction told him everything he needed to know.

"Very good. Looks like after I secluded myself for six years to avoid falling into the demonic path and to cleanse my killing intent, some people have forgotten my name. For Blood Dragon Hall to have someone like Stephen Ward serving them, they must be extraordinary. They're worthy enough for me to stretch my muscles—a warm-up before the battle for the galaxy."

"Cough, cough... Samuel Grant, don't get cocky. The power of Blood Dragon Hall is beyond your imagination. Even if you are a Martial Saint at the threshold of transcendence, you're still just one man. In front of my Blood Dragon Hall, you're just an ant trying to stop a chariot... It's a pity that Elder Xuanyuan and the young hall master underestimated you, and I can't pass this information on..."

Old Abbey uttered his final words, but his injuries were too severe, and he died.

Martial Saint!

The beginning of transcendence!

But ultimately, he had not fully stepped into the "Saint" stage. He was still just a mortal—if shot, he would still be injured, and could still die.