Among the three titans of the ‘Divine Realm’ organization, both Mahābrahmā and Shiva were notoriously belligerent, but their elder brother, ‘Vishnu,’ was the most inscrutable. Initially, when dealing with Teng Qingshan, Vishnu had no intention of intervening, yet he never anticipated such an outcome.

One of the Triumvirate, Shiva, had actually been killed! “I will certainly kill you,” the white-robed Vishnu uttered in a low voice.

Teng Qingshan merely smiled. “Whoosh, whoosh.” The white-robed ‘Vishnu’ moved with startling agility, transforming into a white phantom as he instantly closed the distance to Teng Qingshan.

Teng Qingshan thrust out his hand in a powerful Backward Collapse Fist strike. Strangely, Vishnu made no move to block this strike; he merely shifted his body slightly, allowing Teng Qingshan’s fist to land harmlessly on his arm.

“Wrong.” The moment Teng Qingshan’s fist made contact, he felt something akin to a massive, undulating python beneath the flowing white robes. His punch seemed to slide right off.

The white-robed ‘Vishnu’ was uninjured, but he used the momentum to drop to the ground, his legs striking out like a viper’s tongue to clamp around Teng Qingshan’s right leg. With a powerful squeeze.

Teng Qingshan instantly went down; had he not reacted, his right leg would have snapped. “Buzz~~” Teng Qingshan’s right leg muscles convulsed violently, like the taut strings of numerous great bows being drawn, the bowstrings vibrating fiercely, sending a bizarre internal energy surging toward the opponent’s legs.

But the white-robed ‘Vishnu’s’ legs acted like two great serpents, rapidly ascending from Teng Qingshan’s upper torso, immediately entangling him entirely. Python Constriction!

In that instant, Teng Qingshan recalled scenes of pythons crushing their prey in primeval forests. A terrifying force slammed into him, stealing his breath.

“Hmph,” Teng Qingshan grunted softly. The white-robed ‘Vishnu’ felt Teng Qingshan’s entire musculature twisting and vibrating.

Suddenly, Teng Qingshan, still bound, seemed to transform into a dragon, carrying a strange rotational force that dissolved the constricting power, rocketing upward like a hidden dragon ascending to the heavens. Drill Fist, Dragon Form—at Teng Qingshan’s level, his entire body could become a fluid dragon.

“Thwack.” The white-robed ‘Vishnu’ slammed hard onto the ground, leaping up like a giant centipede, aiming directly for Teng Qingshan’s ankles as he flew through the air. Teng Qingshan flipped mid-air, his feet descending like Wind Fire Wheels toward Vishnu.

“Whoosh!” The white-robed ‘Vishnu’ met Teng Qingshan’s kick with his left arm at an angle. Strangely, his left arm twisted ninety degrees, yet the bone did not break.

It had to be admitted that the conditioning achieved through this ancient Yoga technique offered exceptional resilience. Vishnu’s right arm, however, seized Teng Qingshan’s left ankle.

Teng Qingshan kicked violently with both feet, forcing the opponent to release his grip, but Teng Qingshan still felt a sharp pain in his left foot. “Bad—the joint connecting the bones has been dislocated.” Teng Qingshan’s left foot hung unnaturally.

Bracing his hands on the ground, Teng Qingshan vaulted back into the air. While airborne, Teng Qingshan supported his left foot, pressed down, and rotated; with a muffled snap, the bone snapped back into place.

Having reached the Grandmaster realm, he knew every bone in his body intimately; his bone-setting technique was naturally superb. “The muscle fascia can actually be trained to this extent,” Teng Qingshan instantly settled on a new strategy.

To counter ‘Vishnu,’ the Drill Fist was necessary! The white-robed ‘Vishnu’ suddenly let out a piercing, grating shriek.

“Hum—” Teng Qingshan felt a slight dizziness sweep over him. Vishnu immediately pressed close, his hands shaped like the Vajra Hasta or ‘Buddha’s Orchid Fingers.’ Teng Qingshan stomped hard on the ground, the immense rebound force traveling up his leg into his right fist.

All his muscles twisted instantaneously into a single cord, and he struck out—the air seemed to explode as if drilled by a high-speed bit. Vishnu’s twin palms met the incoming punch.

Upon contact, he concave his palms, and the twin palms surprisingly absorbed the impact of the drilling force. Following this, his hands shot out to grasp Teng Qingshan’s right forearm.

The intense finger strength left several bloody gouges on Teng Qingshan’s arm. With his hands thus gripped, Teng Qingshan found himself unable to break free.

Realizing the danger, he quickly ducked low, bracing with his left hand, and lunged toward the opponent. At this moment, Vishnu roared, pulling back with ferocious, mad strength— Rip!

Teng Qingshan’s right arm was violently wrenched away, spurting blood. His right arm was gone!

But the lunging Teng Qingshan revealed a savage expression. He spread his legs wide, like the jaws of an alligator snapping shut, and clamped them around Vishnu’s right leg!

Teng Qingshan’s intact left hand shot out to grip Vishnu’s lower left leg bone. With a furious roar, he engaged his left hand and both legs, twisting violently— Crack!

Vishnu’s entire right leg shattered. Teng Qingshan and Vishnu were now locked together.

“Ah!!!” In agony and madness, Vishnu let out a massive bellow. His remaining left leg, charged with limitless power, slammed down directly onto Teng Qingshan’s back.

The sound of breaking bone echoed, and Teng Qingshan vomited a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of his internal organs. “Boom.” Teng Qingshan roared, kicking backward forcefully with both legs, striking Vishnu directly in the groin.

Fortunately, Vishnu managed to retract rapidly, but even so, he was blasted backward, the sound of bone shattering audible—his left femur was pulverized. These two peak experts had reached mutual devastation in merely one or two seconds.

“Flying Dagger Lone Wolf, your close-quarters skills… are exceptional. I admire them,” the white-robed man struggled to sit up, looking at Teng Qingshan with a calm smile spreading across his face.

“Your close-quarters skills are also formidable,” Teng Qingshan returned the smile. The two supreme masters smiled at this precise moment.

Because… Teng Qingshan had offered no defense whatsoever against Vishnu’s enraged kick. That ultimate blow had not only shattered the bones and sinews in his back but also severely damaged his internal organs.

Teng Qingshan knew that with such grievous injuries, unless a miracle occurred, even with the vitality of a Grandmaster, he had perhaps half a month left to live. A normal person suffering such wounds would likely die instantly.

As for Vishnu, his right leg was ripped off, and his left femur was destroyed. From this day forward, he was crippled, no longer an SS-class expert.

Both were finished. …… Watching this battle from not far off, the elites of the Special Operations Group were utterly stunned.

“Two monsters, two madmen,” Yang Yun muttered involuntarily. “This Flying Dagger Lone Wolf is too terrifying; not only did he kill ‘Shiva,’ but he also crippled ‘Vishnu,’” one of the female elite members exclaimed in awe, then looked questioningly at Qin Hong beside her, “Brother Qin, what’s wrong with you?

You’re just staring blankly?” “Nothing,” Qin Hong shook his head, yet he could feel a strange ache in his heart when he saw ‘Flying Dagger Lone Wolf’ struck in the back and vomit organ fragments. “Everyone, that Flying Dagger Lone Wolf is clearly heavily wounded and likely finished.

And Vishnu is completely disabled, unable to even stand. This is our chance—we move now!

We capture them in one sweep. Capturing two SS-class killers at once would be a massive achievement,” Yang Yun stated.

Instantly, the eyes of the team members lit up. Flying Dagger Lone Wolf, capable of fighting two titans single-handedly, was undoubtedly an SS-class master.

Now they had a chance to capture both Flying Dagger Lone Wolf and Vishnu—a feat worthy of immense pride. Yang Yun immediately began formulating a plan.

…… Just as the Special Operations Group members were plotting their move, Shen Yangming and his three subordinates were hiding in the tall grass not far away. Because it was night, the Special Operations members completely failed to notice the other group tens of meters away.

“You three remember this: no matter what happens, your primary target is Qin Hong. After I make my move, you act immediately.

Once successful, we retreat at once.” Shen Yangming murmured. “Understood, Big Brother,” the three desperate men whispered in reply.

“Good.” Shen Yangming fixed his gaze intently on the distance. This time, he would risk everything to kill Qin Hong.

“They’re moving!” Shen Yangming’s eyes brightened as he saw the Special Operations Group members quietly beginning to move, starting to encircle Teng Qingshan and Vishnu from all sides. …… Teng Qingshan and Vishnu were both half-lying on the ground.

“Lone Wolf, those people want to capture us too,” Vishnu chuckled softly. “But you have no legs; you’ll just be a target for bullets.

In your current state, being swept by gunfire will finish you, right?” Teng Qingshan quipped teasingly, then scanned the nearby area, spotting three figures quietly approaching; the tallest among them was his younger brother, ‘Qinghe.’ At that moment— “Hmm?” Teng Qingshan suddenly turned his head, seeing another group about forty meters away. “Shen Yangming!” With Teng Qingshan’s vision, he instantly recognized one of the figures.

Shen Yangming, at the same time, raised his gun and fired directly toward Qin Hong’s head. “Qinghe!” Teng Qingshan’s muscles tensed instantly, his Tian Ya Xing movement technique activating almost by reflex.

The remaining internal energy within him surged forth like cheap running water. Teng Qingshan instantly dissolved into a blurred phantom, vanishing from his spot.

Qin Hong’s three-man squad was closing in on the two super-masters, ‘Flying Dagger Lone Wolf’ and ‘Vishnu.’ But he suddenly saw a gun aimed at him. “Shen Yangming.” At the moment between life and death, he finally saw Shen Yangming, who had deliberately stood up so the target could see him.

“Die,” Shen Yangming fired, vengeance gleaming in his eyes. Bullets travel extremely fast.

Even the most powerful Grandmaster cannot match their speed. To evade a bullet, one must begin the evasion before the projectile is even fired.

“Whoosh!” A single bullet crossed several tens of meters, heading toward Qin Hong. Given the bullet’s velocity, Qin Hong had no time to react.

“No—” In a flash, Qin Hong pictured his pregnant wife, ‘Li Ran.’ Was his child about to lose its father just after birth? “Thwack, thwack!” Bizarrely, Teng Qingshan, who had vanished from his spot, reappeared ten meters away.

Two bullets struck Teng Qingshan in succession. “Die,” Teng Qingshan’s gaze turned icy.

Teng Qingshan flicked his left hand, sending out a throwing knife. Its speed was in no way slower than the bullets; it sliced through the air and pierced Shen Yangming’s throat.

Shen Yangming’s eyes widened in horror; he had no time to evade. “Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”… The three men standing behind Shen Yangming stepped out and fired wildly toward Qin Hong, but Qin Hong, having already been threatened once, had already ducked.

Simultaneously, Qin Hong and his teammates returned fire. Their marksmanship was precise, resulting in three instant headshots that killed the three desperadoes.

At this point, Yang Yun and the large group rushed over. Teng Qingshan’s body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

“Qin Hong, are you alright?” Yang Yun and the others asked with concern. “I’m fine.” Qin Hong felt as if he had just endured a nightmare, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Only now was he completely shaken awake. “Flying Dagger Lone Wolf.” Qin Hong suddenly remembered the one who saved him, and he immediately ran over.

The other members of the Special Operations Group followed, none understanding why Flying Dagger Lone Wolf would sacrifice himself to save Qin Hong. “Shen Yangming, finally dead,” Teng Qingshan silently breathed a sigh of relief.

He had previously asked ‘Elena’ to help track Shen Yangming to eliminate the threat to his brother. He had assumed that after this battle, he would never get the chance to kill Shen Yangming.

Yet, Shen Yangming had appeared here. With his brother safe, Teng Qingshan felt a wave of ease.

“Flying Dagger Lone Wolf, you… why did you save me?” Qin Hong stood before Teng Qingshan, looking at him. Teng Qingshan felt excruciating pain in his chest.

He knew that after the battle with Vishnu, heavily injured and close to death, forcing himself to use the Tian Ya Xing technique had only worsened his condition. Furthermore, in that moment, he had only channeled all his strength into launching that single knife; he had no energy left to defend against bullets.

Three rounds lodged in his chest cavity. Teng Qingshan sensed his life force ebbing away.

“Qin Hong…” Teng Qingshan managed a faint smile, looking at Qin Hong like an elder brother. He weakly extended his left hand toward Qin Hong.

Qin Hong did not flinch; Teng Qingshan gently stroked his head, smiling, “There is no ‘why.’ Remember to take good care of your child in the future and live well; that is enough.” With that, Teng Qingshan felt a surge in his throat. “Ptooey.” A mouthful of blood sprayed out, mingled with fragments of internal organs.

“You, you, why?” Qin Hong couldn’t comprehend, but seeing Teng Qingshan like this filled him with a sharp pang of sorrow. Teng Qingshan looked at his younger brother, looking at him closely.

Twenty-two years—he had never scrutinized his brother so carefully. To be able to look upon his brother properly before death, heaven had been kind.

Gradually, Teng Qingshan’s consciousness blurred, and his head swam with dizziness. ‘Am I dying?’ Teng Qingshan could no longer see clearly before him.

Scenes from his life flashed past like a movie. The joyful days in the orphanage during his childhood, the hellish trials he endured in Siberia with his wife ‘Little Cat,’ his internal martial arts training, and the countless assassin missions… In a haze, Teng Qingshan seemed to hear his favorite song, a melody that mirrored his entire life— I am a wolf from the north… Roaming the boundless wilderness… The desolate north wind blows… … “Little Cat, I’m coming to join you.” Teng Qingshan felt a chilling wind pass over him, his body growing cold, but a smile touched his lips.

…… Teng Qingshan’s corpse turned cold, his chest soaked crimson with blood. The ‘Small Ding’—also dyed red—vanished the instant Teng Qingshan died.

However, because the small cauldron was hidden beneath his clothing, no one noticed this occurrence. Qin Hong knelt quietly before the body.

“He’s dead,” Yang Yun stood nearby. “He, why did he save me?” Qin Hong murmured distractedly.

“I don’t know. Perhaps only he knows,” Yang Yun shook his head with a sigh.

“Chief Yang,” the other team members rushed over. “Vishnu is dead; he committed suicide.

He would rather die than be captured by us.” Yang Yun shook his head regretfully, “Vishnu suffered those terrible injuries, his strength diminished. He probably didn't want to live a pathetic existence.” “Why on earth did he save me?

Why risk his own life for me?” Qin Hong stared at Teng Qingshan. “Why…?” No one knew.

Teng Qingshan was dead, and no one ever would. “Teng Qingshan!

Teng Qingshan!” Just then, a voice rang out. Lin Qing came running from a distance, searching everywhere.

But when her eyes landed on Teng Qingshan’s corpse lying beside Qin Hong, she froze completely. She rushed over and knelt instantly.

“Teng Qingshan, Teng Qingshan, why, how could you!” Lin Qing looked at the bullet wounds on his chest and his severed arm, tears immediately streaming down her face. “What did you call him?” Qin Hong’s entire body trembled.

He spun around sharply, staring at Lin Qing. The Special Operations Group had never known ‘Flying Dagger Lone Wolf’s’ real name.

In fact, ‘Teng Qingshan’ was a name the man himself had fabricated: ‘Teng’ was taken from his master, ‘Teng Bolei’s’ surname, while ‘Qingshan’ was derived from his name at the orphanage. “Teng Qingshan, how could you, how could you die, how could you!” Lin Qing wept, tears flowing freely.

“Qingshan, Qingshan…” “No!” Qin Hong’s eyes widened in horror. He violently tore open the clothes around Teng Qingshan’s waist, revealing a distinctive purple birthmark there.

Qin Hong’s face instantly turned bloodless, devoid of color. “The one who killed that assassin, the one who killed Li Mingshan, it was you…” Qin Hong trembled.

“What?” Lin Qing beside him stiffened, turning to look at Qin Hong. “You said, who killed Li Mingshan?

Teng Qingshan?” In Lin Qing’s heart, the person she was most grateful for was the benefactor who killed Li Mingshan and freed her from hell, but she had never known his identity. But Qin Hong’s gaze was fixed entirely on Teng Qingshan.

“The one who made the call, it was also you…” “And the one who risked his life to save me, it was also you…” Qin Hong’s entire body shook, his voice already hoarse. “Why, why didn’t you tell me?

Why didn’t you acknowledge me, why…” Qin Hong’s heart was tearing apart with anguish. As a member of the Special Operations Group, he was aware of some of the feuds Flying Dagger Lone Wolf had incurred.

In an instant, he completely understood the (painful sincerity/good intention) behind Teng Qingshan’s refusal to reveal himself. “For my safety?” A deep sorrow and pain welled up in Qin Hong’s chest.

He couldn't openly acknowledge the true relationship with his older brother, ‘Teng Qingshan’; he couldn't do it for the sake of his wife and child. If he had, his wife and the child soon to enter the world would be in grave danger.

If he had, his older brother ‘Teng Qingshan’s’ dying wish not to reveal their bond would have been in vain. His older brother was right in front of him, yet he dared not utter a single cry.

“Ah~~” Qin Hong cried out agonizingly toward the sky, able only to scream this single word in his heart: “Brother!!!”