A’Ying killed the boss of Liao Family Hall.
Although the other side had provoked trouble first and was at fault, A’Ying’s act of wiping out the entire family and using them to fill the sea could only be described as ruthless and merciless. Though Liao Family Hall had suffered severe losses, remnants of loyal followers remained. That night, they gathered sixty to seventy men and came under cover of darkness to take revenge on A’Ying.
They found A’Ying’s house empty and roamed the Walled City in search of him—only to run straight into Azure Dragon, who had just come out from a meeting with the elders.
Well then—you killed our boss, we’ll kill yours.
Without another word, dozens of men drew their blades and attacked, forcing Azure Dragon into a narrow alley.
Azure Dragon had five bodyguards with him. Caught off guard, three fell immediately.
The remaining two protected him as they were pushed to the end of the alley. Though the terrain was narrow—a place where one man could hold off many—it was a dead end. In the middle of the night, with no means of instant communication, they could neither call for help nor escape.
Trapped by terrain and numbers, even with desperate resistance, the three could not break through. As time dragged on, their wounds accumulated, and they began to falter.
Amid flashing blades and bloodshed, a deafening motorcycle roar suddenly came from outside the alley.
A crash—followed by screams.
In the darkness and chaos, no one could see clearly what had happened. Only the rising waves of screams and the sounds of slaughter could be heard.
“People from Xiao Qi Hall are here!” someone shouted.
“Do we retreat?!”
“No! Kill Azure Dragon first!”
“Ghost—ghost!!” voices from the rear shrieked in terror. “An unkillable blood ghost!!”
Panic spread through the attackers.
Packed tightly in the alley, they had nowhere to flee as the “ghost” cut them down one by one.
Those in the middle could only hear the screams, see the flashes of blades, and smell the thickening stench of blood creeping ever closer…
Then—
Amid bodies, blood, and the wails of the dying—
it appeared.
A youth drenched in blood.
Dozens of torn wounds covered his body, his clothes shredded to rags, yet he stood upright like a revenant. His eyes burned with a dark crimson light, filled with chilling killing intent.
In each hand, he held a long blade—edges chipped and curled, dripping with clotted flesh and dark blood.
One man collapsed to his knees.
“I-it’s an Asura… a Blood Asura… spare me!”
The Blood Asura stepped past him without expression, leaving a blood-soaked footprint behind.
Facing raised blades without fear, he lunged forward like an arrow—plunging into his enemy’s chest. As he withdrew, his twin blades twisted—
—and dragged out a string of bloodied entrails.
The kneeling man trembled uncontrollably, mind shattered. Around him, bodies writhed in agony, the air thick with the stench of blood and flesh.
He vomited until nothing remained.
From that night on, the memory of that name would forever carry the scent of death.
Only later did he learn—
That youth was called Liu Yi.
And on that night, the legend was born:
“Black Children’s Day, Twin Blade Blood Asura.”
Azure Dragon burst into a private hospital, shouting hoarsely.
Nurses rushed forward with a stretcher, taking the blood-soaked youth from his arms and pushing him into the emergency room.
Azure Dragon clung to the stretcher, stumbling as he followed.
Liu Yi, with an oxygen mask over his face, opened his eyes weakly and looked at him—smiling faintly through the mist.
Azure Dragon slapped him.
Lightly.
His palm was cold, trembling.
Tears—hot and unstoppable—fell onto Liu Yi’s face.
Liu Yi’s smile froze.
He tried weakly to lift a hand, as if to touch the tears.
But the nurses separated them, pushing them into different rooms.
At dawn, Liu Yi was wheeled out of surgery.
Azure Dragon dismissed everyone and sat alone by his bedside.
Morning light filtered in. The boy’s sleeping face was calm—like the bloody battle of the night before had been nothing but a forgotten dream.
Azure Dragon gently pulled one of his hands from beneath the blanket.
His wrist was wrapped in bandages. His palm and fingers were covered in calluses—hardened through relentless training.
Even Azure Dragon, in his youth, had never pushed himself so far.
Perhaps, eight years ago, when Azure Dragon had appeared before him, he had seemed like a god descending to save him.
But Azure Dragon had never wanted repayment—certainly not like this.
Liu Yi had risked his life for him.
He had turned himself into a demon from hell for him.
He was only eighteen.
Azure Dragon lowered his head, grief crushing his chest.
He had always known Liu Yi’s feelings.
And in fleeting moments, he himself had wavered.
But he could not.
He did not dare.
Trembling, hesitating—
He leaned forward—
And gently kissed the boy’s forehead.
After sunrise, Xiao Man arrived at the hospital.
Liu Yi was wrapped in bandages like a rice dumpling, his entire body covered in wounds, only a pale face visible.
She hugged him and burst into tears.
Azure Dragon quickly pulled her back, reminding her to be careful of his injuries.
Liu Yi woke from the pressure.
Seeing her, he still smiled foolishly.
“Ah, Sis, you really are made of water,” he joked weakly. “I want cake… go make me cake.”
“Eat your head!” Xiao Man cried, swearing for once. “You need soup!”
Azure Dragon left them alone and stepped outside.
There, he saw—
A’Ying kneeling at the door.
A’Ying had gone out drinking after being scolded the night before, escaping the ambush—but causing Azure Dragon to face it alone.
He had rushed to the hospital upon hearing the news—and had been kneeling ever since.
“Get up,” Azure Dragon sighed.
A’Ying crawled forward and silently hugged his leg.
“I was wrong, Boss… you won’t forgive me, will you?”
“I’m not in the mood for this. Get up.”
A’Ying rose.
“Go find somewhere safe to rest. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
A’Ying left without protest.
But in his eyes—
There was not only regret—
But jealousy.
The one lying in that hospital bed—
The one who had risked his life—
That should have been him.
It had always been him.
Inside the room, Liu Yi held Xiao Man’s hand, comforting her.
“Now I can protect you… hehe… I just want cake…”
“No.”
“Just a little…”
“Still no.”
Eventually, he bargained his way to a promise of a small piece.
Xiao Man wiped her tears and left to prepare soup.
Outside, she found Azure Dragon standing silently.
“I’ll go cook. Stay with him?”
Azure Dragon nodded.
Inside the room—
Azure Dragon and Liu Yi sat facing each other in silence.
“Eldest… are you angry?”
Azure Dragon said nothing.
Liu Yi carefully reached out.
“Are you hurt?”
Azure Dragon looked at his bandaged hand, struggling to suppress the urge to embrace him.
He could not.
Before him was a man—a young man.
He could not cross that line.
He could not ruin Liu Yi’s name—could not let him be mocked as a “Rabbit Lord”, humiliated and ridiculed in the jianghu.
“Don’t do this again,” Azure Dragon said softly, painfully. “I didn’t raise you for this. I don’t need your life.”
I didn’t save you just out of gratitude…
Liu Yi thought.
But he could never say it.
Before him was not just a man—
But his elder brother.
His leader.
He must bury those feelings forever.
They looked at each other in silence.
Their hearts surged with emotion—
Yet neither moved.
Their hands lay close—
So close—
Yet separated by an unbridgeable distance.
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