Jiang Yuran had arrived. He was tall and, despite being forty-seven, looked no older than thirty. His face was cold and somber, his expression filled with anxiety.

He had rushed to Liu Guang Building in Anli City at top speed, but tragically, he was a step too late. His younger brother was already dead, his soul cruelly snatched away.

The crime scene at Liu Guang Building was cordoned off by countless police officers. The case was extremely serious and had garnered widespread attention.

"One of the nation’s top ten young elites, and he turned out to be a depraved killer."

"They say he only killed women, his perversion extending to defiling their corpses. It’s uncertain if that’s true."

"Society is too terrifying these days. You encounter all sorts of people; who could have ever guessed he was such a deviant."

My brother is dead!

A surge of grief ignited within Jiang Yuran, his heart aching with sorrow and regret.

Jiang Yuming had been his only family in the world; they had relied on each other since childhood.

He knew about Jiang Yuming’s mental illness and had been shocked to learn of his brother’s depraved actions. He had agonized over it for a period. After much hesitation, he still couldn’t bring himself to commit his brother to a mental institution.

Because Jiang Yuming was his only family, he couldn’t bear to do it.

But now, his brother was dead.

"Chu Hao! I will kill you!"

Jiang Yuran roared with fury, a powerful wave of Inner Strength erupting from his body. He was not just a Demon Slayer but also a formidable martial artist, a master of Inner Strength.

Jiang Yuran’s phone rang. A cold voice came from the other end, "Jiang Yuran, what are you doing in Anli City?"

Agitated, Jiang Yuran replied, "Seeking murder, to avenge my brother!"

The person on the other end roared, "Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Your brother’s case has outraged everyone! The highest administrative office of the Seventh District and even our sect’s Founding Master have ordered your immediate return!"

Jiang Yuran replied coldly, "I am not going back."

"Jiang Yuran, what are you trying to pull?!" The voice on the phone turned colder.

"Once I’ve killed him, I will naturally return."

With that, Jiang Yuran slammed the phone to the ground and turned to leave.

"Chu Hao, just you wait."

Inside a Taoist temple at the foot of Longhu Mountain, an elder in martial robes put down his phone, his expression extremely grim. He said, "Notify the Seventh District. Issue an arrest warrant for Jiang Yuran."

"Master, are we... are we really doing this?" the elder’s disciple asked from the side, incredulous.

"Jiang Yuran has gone too far this time, shielding Jiang Yuming after he committed such atrocities! Notify everyone: Jiang Yuran is to be captured alive and brought back."

"Yes, Master."

This time, the matter concerning Jiang Yuran’s brother had infuriated many. A clear moral line had been crossed; even if Longhu Mountain wished to avoid punishing Jiang Yuran, others would not stand for it.

Regarding this issue, the Dragon Tiger Sect firmly believed Jiang Yuran was profoundly wrong.

Now, their only recourse was to have the Seventh District issue the warrant, and the Dragon Tiger Sect would also dispatch members to assist.

"The Mad Lion, Jiang Yuran, has arrived."

Upon hearing this news, many hidden factions in Anli City began to stir.

Jiang Yuran was a man to be feared. If he truly came to Anli City, all the nearby evil sects and rogue cultivators, no matter how rampant, would have to lie low for a while. They certainly didn’t want Jiang Yuran paying them a destructive visit.

Who would dare to commit crimes under his very nose? That would be courting death.

The hidden Ghost Dao Sect near Anli City also received news of the Mad Lion’s arrival almost immediately. They all fell deathly silent.

Even the Ghost Dao Sect Leader was deeply concerned.

Compared to the Dragon Tiger Sect, the Ghost Dao Sect was like a fledgling sparrow before a mighty eagle. The Dragon Tiger Sect’s legacy was ancient, boasting countless experts, and it had suppressed evil and deviant paths for innumerable years.

Moreover, the one arriving was Jiang Yuran, also known as the Mad Lion.

Inside the Ghost Dao Sect, someone spoke up, "Wait, I just received news. Jiang Yuran is here to kill Chu Hao."

"Kill Chu Hao?"

The Ghost Dao Sect Leader was somewhat surprised.

"I heard the Mad Lion’s younger brother was killed. Could it have been Chu Hao?"

The Ghost Dao Sect Leader looked slightly astonished, then suddenly burst into loud laughter. "Interesting! So, these two are set to collide. Let’s wait and see how things unfold."

News of the Mad Lion’s arrival caused an uproar throughout the city, primarily because his reputation in their circles was immense.

Even those on the periphery of these circles had heard of the Mad Lion.

As mentioned before, he was not only a powerful Demon Slayer but also a highly respected master of Inner Strength from the martial world, commanding significant attention.

At this moment, inside the Cao Family’s villa, Cao Shanhe cautiously asked, "Young Master Chen, is this Mad Lion truly formidable?"

Sitting on the sofa was a silver-haired man—Yan Chen. Surprisingly, these two were associating with each other.

However, Cao Shanhe stood by Yan Chen’s side with utmost respect, like a mere servant—a sight that would undoubtedly shock any observer.

It turned out that Cao Shanhe’s rise from nothing was largely thanks to the Yan Family’s assistance; he was affiliated with one of their subordinate powers.

Yan Chen said with a playful smirk, "Formidable? He could instantly annihilate a hundred men like you, Cao Shanhe."

Cao Shanhe was utterly shocked. The more he considered it, the more implausible it seemed. How could one person be so powerful? Was he some kind of superman?

Yan Chen swirled the wine in his glass, mused for a moment, then smiled. "Rather interesting. The Mad Lion is actually going after Chu Hao. However, Chu Hao is my prey. If someone else kills him, wouldn’t I, Yan Chen, lose face?"

Back in Sanqing Pavilion, Dong Qi and Liang Qian had both returned. Upon seeing Chu Hao, they hurried to him. "My Lord," Dong Qi asked, "is it true the Mad Lion, Jiang Yuran, wants to kill you?"

Chu Hao responded indifferently, "Your information network is quite something."

Dong Qi quickly said, "The Mad Lion is not to be trifled with. He’s exceptionally powerful, one of the Longhu Mountain Elders. He alone could annihilate a second-rate heretical sect."

Chu Hao replied coldly, "Do you think I’m afraid?"

Cold sweat trickled down Dong Qi’s brow; he had experienced the crushing pressure of Chu Hao’s power before. He hurriedly shook his head. "Of course not! My Lord, your strength is certainly enough to kill Jiang Yuran. However... it’s rumored he possesses an extremely powerful Demon-Suppressing Weapon, ranked just below the Seven Leading Spirit Treasures."

Liang Qian added, "The Golden Lion Seal. It’s one of the Twenty-two Great Ghost and Demon Suppressing Weapons."

Below the Seven Leading Spirit Treasures were the Twenty-two Great Ghost and Demon Suppressing Weapons. Although not as potent as the Seven Leading Spirit Treasures, when the Seven Leading Spirit Treasures were not in play, these Ghost and Demon Suppressing Weapons were the most powerful treasures available.

Just then, Dong Qi answered a phone call. His expression shifted, and he reported, "The Mad Lion has arrived. He’s already in Anli City. He... he has challenged you, My Lord, to a battle tomorrow at Ancient Pine Cliff."

Dong Qi, with his extensive network, had received word of Jiang Yuran’s proclamation.

These were Jiang Yuran’s exact words: "Chu Hao, tomorrow at Ancient Pine Cliff, I will await you to take your head."

A murderous glint flickered in Chu Hao’s eyes as well. The Jiang brothers had thoroughly enraged him.

Chu Hao said to Dong Qi, "Tell him I’ll be there tomorrow, bringing Jiang Yuming’s soul with me. I will... claim his wretched life."

Dong Qi nodded and instructed his informants to spread Chu Hao’s message.