Chapter Thirty: The Infernal Asura Arena-A jovem herdeira se oferece em casamento, e a ex-noiva que cancelou o noivado enlouquece de arrependimento!(Esperar o vento levantar)

The old man felt the changes in his body with astonishment, testing his legs with a slight movement.

Baili Yanhong followed him into the villa, her concern growing as she observed her grandfather’s legs and the expression of shock and pain on his face.

"Sir... my grandfather, is he?"

The old man reached out to stop her, then bowed deeply to Li Mu. "Your medical skills are divine, sir!"

Li Mu waved his hand dismissively. "Your legs are no longer in any immediate danger, but you should deal with that object as quickly as possible."

The old man nodded. He ordered his servants to bring the chair out to the courtyard, insisting it be drenched in gasoline to ensure not even a wood shaving remained. A spark flew from Li Mu’s hand, and the chair erupted into flames. Within the fire, countless ghostly faces seemed to flicker, and the faint, harrowing wails of what sounded like hell itself could be heard.

Neither the old man nor Baili Yanhong had ever witnessed such a scene, and their faces were etched with terror. "Young sir, what is going on?"

Li Mu raised an eyebrow. "Has the old gentleman offended anyone recently? This chair was infested with the souls of the wronged. If left unchecked, it wouldn't have been long before both your lives and your granddaughter's were forfeit."

A flash of panic crossed the old man’s face, though it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Beside him, Baili Yanhong seemed to realize something as well; she hurriedly walked over and clutched her grandfather’s arm. "Grandfather, could it be him?"

The old man quickly silenced her, gesturing for her not to continue. Li Mu was interested in Baili Yanhong, but he had no interest in her family affairs—especially since their business had nothing to do with him.

Baili Yanhong nodded slightly to the two men and headed toward the second floor. A moment later, she returned, swaying as she carried a gold-threaded nanmu wood box. As she walked, the movement of her figure caught Li Mu’s eye, stirring his senses. Perhaps sensing his burning gaze, or recalling the earlier scene, a blush rose to Baili Yanhong’s cheeks. She lowered her head and handed the box to Li Mu, along with a black gold card.

Li Mu opened the box to reveal two snow lotuses glowing from within. "Is this the legendary Black Snow Lotus?"

The old man nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Young sir, by resolving this matter, you have saved both my life and my granddaughter’s. These lotuses and my granddaughter are my most precious possessions."

He pulled Baili Yanhong toward him with a laugh. "If you like her, I am more than willing to offer my most precious treasure to you with both hands!"

The implication was clear to anyone with a shred of sense. Baili Yanhong shyly pulled her hand away, her face flushing like a ripe red apple, which only added to her allure.

Li Mu merely waved his hand. "One precious gift is enough; I appreciate your gesture, old gentleman."

The old man nodded and bowed once more with cupped hands. "I have yet to learn your name, young sir. May I ask..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a powerful surge of air swept through the courtyard, causing the leaves on the trees to rustle violently. A streak of red light shot through the darkness toward the old man’s head. Baili Yanhong shoved her grandfather aside just in time; behind him, a small tree as thick as a bowl was severed and crashed to the ground.

The old man looked toward the source of the red light and spotted a dark figure hiding in the dense tree canopy. The person was clad in black robes, a large black hat obscuring most of his face, save for a pair of scarlet lips curled into a mocking smile.

"You... are you the legendary Blood-Dropper?"

The Blood-Dropper was a name whispered with dread on the wanted lists—where the red light appeared, death followed. Even the second-ranked assassin on the list lacked the skill to survive a single blow from him. A throat-sealing flash of red light meant certain death.

Baili Yanhong’s heart pounded as she shielded her grandfather behind the bodyguards. The old man looked at her with grave seriousness. "My dear granddaughter, if a chance arises, don't worry about me—flee this place. I fear the bond between us ends here today."

Baili Yanhong knew how formidable her grandfather was, and his words only confirmed the terrifying nature of their attacker. She stared at him in disbelief. "You don't understand the cold-bloodedness of the Blood-Dropper. He has slaughtered entire families over the slightest grievance, sparing neither eighty-year-old crones nor infants. Today... the Baili family is likely to be wiped out!"

A tightness gripped her chest. The bodyguards had already formed a defensive formation, protecting the pair. "Blood-Dropper," the old man called out, "I have no grudge against you. Why have you come here today?"

The villain’s evil, red lips parted slightly. "We have no history, but someone bought the lives of your entire family from me."

"How much did they pay you? I will pay double!"

"Hahaha! Do you think I’m short of money? It’s just that my Blood-Dropper hasn't tasted blood in a long time, and my hands were itching."

In the next second, several streaks of red light tore through the night sky. Warm blood sprayed across everyone's faces as the bodyguards collapsed, one after another. The scent of blood filled Baili Yanhong’s nostrils. Their guards were elite, specially trained professionals—even mercenaries would have struggled to take them down—yet this malevolent man had killed them with a single strike each.

The remaining guards, enraged by the slaughter of their comrades, surged toward the Blood-Dropper. But again, flashes of red light flickered, and more headless corpses piled up on the ground. Some guards were still wailing in agony even as their heads were shorn off.

The survivors turned to flee, but the Blood-Dropper gave them no such chance. He tilted his head slightly, revealing beast-like eyes beneath his hat. The silver wire in his hand flashed, then vanished into the darkness. A humming sound filled the air, and seconds later, dozens of burly men were reduced to countless fragments raining down from above. The ground, the walls, and even the leaves were drenched in fresh blood. In an instant, the villa had become a hellish slaughterhouse.

Baili Yanhong looked at the scattered remains and could no longer suppress the nausea, vomiting violently. Even the old man, who had spent decades navigating the underworld, turned pale, a sense of absolute despair washing over him.

"Blood-Dropper, I beg you, let my granddaughter go!" the old man’s desperate voice cut through the darkness.

The man only sneered. "It seems you don't fully understand my style." He tossed a dagger onto the ground before them. "The two of you choose: will you do it yourselves, or shall I?"

Baili Yanhong clutched her grandfather’s arm, never imagining that today would be the day they would die.

"So be it. We will end it ourselves," the old man said, picking up the cold blade. He cast one final, lingering look at his granddaughter before closing his eyes and raising the dagger.