"After all, there are a few amongst us who were terrible people with no scruples whatsoever during our time. We'll have to kill them if they ever wake up. Alternatively, we have to make sure they never wake up," Peter Pan said solemnly before bursting out into laughter. "Kid, I told you, didn't I? That asshole wants to drag you into this whole mess so that you'll help him search for the Longevity Pond. He's going to stop at nothing. You're going to get involved sooner or later."

Jiang Ning didn't say anything. He didn't understand why Mr Lang was so adamant to get him involved in this search for the Longevity Pond. It seemed that he was a crucial element to finding the pond. He had a feeling that everything boiled down to the Extreme Fist Technique Manual.

He was the only person who had truly mastered the technique and everything else on that manual. So, he was the only person who could locate the different dimensions on the map. Mr Lang needed a guide.

"He'll force me to join his search if I don't do it willingly. He won't stop unless I kill him."

Jiang Ning narrowed his eyes. A murderous glint flashed within them.

He didn't want to get himself involved in this mess. All he wanted to do was stay by his family's side and keep himself out of conflicts and fights.

"You won't be able to kill him." Peter Pan shook his head and sighed. "In fact, he would find it a challenge to kill himself."

Jiang Ning grudgingly agreed.

"Besides, he can't die yet. His death will be a huge impact to the world. That's the biggest problem."

Jiang Ning didn't understand what Peter Pan had just said.

Mr Lang couldn't die yet?

Did he really hold such great sway over the world?

If he had such power, why would he be acting so brazenly?

Peter Pan seemed to sense Jiang Ning's doubts, but he did not answer them.

"Anyway, you can't kill that asshole now. But you can kill Heifeng and that lunatic if you want. They're scum. I would want them dead too." Peter Pan shrugged. "You should put your men to good use. Let me have them. I know how to make them useful."

He didn't explain himself. He seemed to have heard his disciple turn in her sleep. He rushed into the room immediately. If she had wakened up, then he could play with her and make her laugh.

Jiang Ning watched as Peter Pan dashed into the room on tiptoes. He couldn't ask him anything now even if he wanted to.

He could kill Heifeng and the bloodsucking lunatic. But how?

He had to find them first.

"Give a heads up to the wolves. Tell them to do whatever Peter Pan tells them to. Try to locate the whereabouts of Heifeng and the bloodsucking lunatic," instructed Jiang Ning. "Inform me as soon as you have any news."

"Yes, Mr Jiang."

Butler Zhao nodded, then marched off to make the necessary arrangements.

They could leave Heifeng be for the moment. Their top priority was the bloodsucking lunatic. Peter Pan had told him that now that the lunatic had awakened, many innocentives were going to be lost as they became food for that madman.

Jiang Ning could never have imagined a monster like that to appear in the present age. He couldn't have expected a man who had been in deep slumber to wake up and cause such a huge impact to the world. He must find a way to stop them.

Perhaps the best solution was to get rid of Mr Lang. But Peter Pan had said that Mr Lang couldn't die. Well, at least not now.

Jiang Ning took a deep breath. This was the toughest predicament that he had been faced with.

The man who deserved to die the most shouldn't be killed. In fact, he was almost impossible to kill. This was terrible.

Meanwhile, in a farm in western Europe.

It was a remote place with hardly

anyone living in the area. A man with

ginger hair and green eyes was dressed in clothes that he had just robbed from someone else. He sat on a couch with a look of pure ecstasy on his face.

Blood stained his lips. You could smell its faint coppery scent.

"This feels great. It tastes exactly the same. Delicious..."Original content from .

His eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself to the amazing taste in his mouth. At his

feet was a dead body, drained completely of blood.