Contemporary Paragon’s Summons of the Four Directions

Silken moonlight hung high above the sky.

The seemingly clear, water-like radiance illuminated the dead ruins of the Mason Family—under Andrew Han’s shockwave, none could survive. Terror reigns; to cling to life is a vain hope.

“Jack Zhang?”

“Leader of the Martial Arts Alliance?”

To know and not report is to shelter evil!

In ordinary circumstances, perhaps one could forgive... but given this, how could anyone foolishly forgive?

What use are rules and regulations now?

What is there to fear from power or authority?

In this life, I wish only that wherever my gaze falls, such darkness will never appear again.

“No matter who you are, all must die!”

“In the face of you all, only slaughter remains!”

On this clear, moonlit night, Andrew Han stood with fists clenched, his face showing a killing intent beyond compare.

To the side.

The last surviving members of the Mason Family were already cowering on the ground in terror.

They were terrified, sobbing and wailing: “You are a Peerless Paragon, a prodigy of this era—do you truly have only slaughter in your heart? Killing to end killing is never the solution.”

Some even seemed to repent: “We were wrong, we were truly wrong.”

“We respect you, Peerless Paragon, but even if you kill us, can you kill all the martial practitioners in every breeding zone across Sinovera? You cannot! You cannot!”

Each one broke down, some howling in despair, others begging for mercy.

Of course, they knew that escaping alive before Andrew Han was only a vain hope—a peerless fury, shaking sun and moon, ready to remake the world.

“Slaughter.”

"Indeed, this is not the way to solve the problem."

Hearing Andrew Han's indifferent voice, all the Mason Family survivors were overjoyed, raising their heads with excitement to look at Andrew in his pale blue short sleeves. Yet his next words cast them back into despair.

"But—"

Andrew Han turned slowly, his voice calm: "Who said I came here to solve problems? I only intend to kill the problem."

What?

A problem is just a concept—can it be killed?

Beneath the moonlight, within the ruins, the remaining Mason clansmen’s faces stiffened, eyes wide, gradually realizing the cold, unyielding killing intent in Andrew Han’s heart.

Gulp.

Some faces turned ashen, collapsing to the side.

Begging for life, begging for life!

Some knocked their heads repeatedly, pleading for mercy.

Yet—

These scenes—

Compared to the childish cries of the ocean, these are like the tears of venomous demons, the sorrow of cruel fiends, the regret of resentful ghosts... If a person commits wrong, they may admit it and be forgiven, but in Andrew Han’s eyes, these things are unworthy of being called human!

Since they are outside the bounds of humanity—

Let the killing be swift, let the killing be cleansing, let the killing be honest and pure!

"Sorry."

"You do not deserve to leave any last words."

Andrew Han’s gaze shifted, his movements cool and fierce, as he extended a hand as clear as jade.

Just at this moment—

Consideration?

Zhou Zhanfeng's expression shifted slightly. He stepped back half a pace, then knelt on one knee with the force of a collapsing mountain pillar, his knee striking the stone: "Sir, if you have orders, please speak plainly. Your subordinate dares not disobey!"

Andrew Han had given him martial resources—no small amount!

First, he used merit points to help him exchange for a profound, ultimate pillar technique, then offered many pointers, allowing him to soon reach the Martial Lord Realm.

A deep debt of gratitude.

It must be repaid with utmost loyalty.

How could Zhou Zhanfeng not have already sworn to serve Sir Andrew, to exhaust his abilities for him?

"Good."

Andrew Han exhaled: "Before I return, I want you to organize a temporary unit to protect my girlfriend Monica Zhang. Strictly prevent any martial practitioner from approaching her. If there is malice, regardless of reason, kill without mercy!"

"Rest assured, sir!" Zhou Zhanfeng replied solemnly.

He followed closely behind.

Andrew Han, hands behind his back, stood at the cliff’s edge, gazing far toward the distant east.

By now it was already near dawn, four or five o’clock. In the eastern sky, the first rays of fiery red sunlight seemed ready to scatter the ink-black night, as if changing the world itself.

Rustling.

A gentle breeze blew past the two of them.

Chirp chirp.

Occasionally, birds began to flutter and circle, calling out as they flew.

"Alright, Zhanfeng, you may go now." Andrew Han stood with hands behind his back, eyes fixed on the first thread of morning light.

Zhou Zhanfeng hesitated, finally understanding Andrew Han’s intent. He quickly said, "Sir, this matter is far-reaching and significant. Your subordinate suggests you use negotiation to resolve it."

"Go now."

Andrew Han spoke softly.