Yang Yi smiled faintly upon hearing this and said with an air of indifference, "I've long heard the name of the leader of the Eagle Gang. Meeting you today truly confirms the rumors."

"Enough nonsense. Who exactly are you, and why are you slaughtering my Eagle Gang members? If you don't tell me, don't even think about leaving this place alive today." As Cai Jian finished speaking, his figure blurred, and his hand formed a posture. His technique was strange, seeming like Tai Chi, yet not quite.

"I once heard of the Eighteen Throws of Clinging Fabric and thought I'd never encounter it. To think that today, Leader Cai actually possesses such a martial art—it's truly rare in this modern age of science and technology!" Yang Yi spoke eloquently while deftly evading Cai Jian's attacks, paying no heed to Cai Jian's increasingly stunned expression.

"Peng!" Yang Yi didn't recognize many techniques related to the Eighteen Throws of Clinging Fabric, but he was confident he could defeat it. Tai Chi—he recalled once dismissing it as a simple massage technique requiring both male and female energies. Yet, today, he found himself surprisingly nostalgic. He remembered an old man practicing this set of Tai Chi before him that morning, and he had joked to the beauty beside him, "Male and female energies, like a piston in motion."

"Wha!" Cai Jian was repelled by Yang Yi’s force, stumbling back several steps before spitting out a mouthful of blood. He braced one hand on the floor, glaring at Yang Yi. Now, he finally understood the danger this youth represented—the kind that pushed one into an abyss, toyed with them in the palm of one's hand, leaving absolutely no room for resistance.

Sometimes, Yang Yi felt deeply uneasy. Did knowing too much knowledge lead to ill fortune? Did mastering too many skills mean that one day, someone stronger might appear, putting him in that same state of utter desperation? Yang Yi felt an overwhelming desire never to experience that feeling again.

"It seems Leader Cai hasn't quite grasped the situation yet. I can swagger in here, and I can just as easily swagger out. However…" Yang Yi paused here, glancing at Cai Jian, whose lips were tinged with blood, "If I choose to leave here, it will inevitably mean the total destruction of your Eagle Gang."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Cai Jian hacked a few times, rising with effort. "What is your objective?"

"Haha, worthy of being an old hand in the game; you grasped the reality so quickly. My objective is simple: your Eagle Gang submits to my Black God Sect!" Yang Yi’s eyes sharpened as he gestured expansively.

"Black God Sect?" Cai Jian visibly shuddered at the name. Now, everything clicked into place. What was the Black God Sect? It was a bizarre organization capable of miracles, a gang powerful enough to dominate the national underworld two decades ago. How could his small faction stand against them? The sliver of hope he possessed was now utterly annihilated.

"I believe Leader Cai is a shrewd man. Submit, or refuse?" Yang Yi felt no need to waste any more time; he had many other matters to attend to.

"On what grounds? Even if you are from the Black God Sect, do you think you can make us yield so easily?" Before Cai Jian could respond, a voice boomed from upstairs. It was Cai Kai. He descended the stairs, holding a pistol aimed steadily at Li Qian.

"Mmm?" Yang Yi cast a cold, interested glance. "May I ask who you are?"

"Hah! You don't even know who I am, yet you dare demand the submission of the Eagle Gang?" Cai Kai spoke boldly, but upon seeing the carnage below, his heart lurched, and his breathing grew ragged. Clearly, he had never witnessed such a scene of bloodshed.

As for Li Qian, she was utterly stunned. The legendary Black God Sect—and here she was witnessing them today, moreover, seeing the figure in her heart standing amidst the carnage, yet maintaining such a devil-may-care attitude, so composed. She couldn't help but wonder, "Is this the real him?"

Mystery. Yang Yi had just layered another veil of enigma around himself in Li Qian's eyes. What kind of person was he, truly?

"Heh, does it matter who I think I am? In my eyes, you are merely a dog barking fiercely on the verge of death."

The moment Yang Yi finished speaking, Cai Jian shouted, "Second brother, be careful!"

"Swish!!!" A strange sound, followed by a flash of cold light. A voice cried out, "Dragon Lord!"

"Crack!"

"What? You're shooting? Do you know that anyone who threatens me in this world descends to hell?" Yang Yi smiled strangely. Earlier, in a flash of lightning, he had caught a dagger thrown by one of the Black Guard members and instantly jammed it into the muzzle of Cai Kai’s pistol, blocking the shot. He then pulled Li Qian close to him and laughed at the trembling Cai Kai.

"You... you... you're not human!" Cai Kai stammered.

"No, I am human. The reason you think I am not is because you are weak." Yang Yi finished speaking, then delivered a kick—"Peng!" This kick was delivered with brutal force, squarely connecting with Cai Kai's abdomen. Then, his hand flicked the dagger—"Puchi!" The blade shifted from white to crimson. This sequence of actions happened in the blink of an eye for Li Qian, the Black Guards, Feng Shi, and even Cai Jian. A single question formed in every mind: 'Is he truly human?'

"Second brother!" Cai Jian screamed hysterically. Ignoring his own injury, he fumbled for the pistol at his waist, intending to fire at Yang Yi, but alas—he seemed to have forgotten the Black Guards, forgotten Feng Shi and the others.

"I am not reconciled, I... I..."

"Peng!" Cai Jian collapsed entirely, a dagger plunged into his back, his face fixed in an expression of utter regret.

Seeing this, Yang Yi felt a pang of regret. Cai Jian was, after all, a capable individual, but he could not be bent to Yang Yi's will. However, upon hearing Cai Jian’s last gasp—'I am not reconciled'—an unnaturally cold aura emanated from Yang Yi. Li Qian, who was holding his arm, shivered violently, staring at him with trembling eyes.

Seeming to sense her reaction, Yang Yi quickly released his grip and addressed Feng Shi: "Use your utmost ability and speed. You must control the entire Eagle Gang before dusk. I leave this place to you."

"Yes, Dragon Lord!" The Black Guards were practically vibrating with excitement. They had witnessed the sheer power of their Dragon Lord. Few among them had the fortune to see the previous Dragon Lords, but this new leader—his methods, his strength—had utterly conquered their hearts. This was a sovereign; this was their Dragon Lord.