Chapter 14: First Test of the Crazy Lion's Roar

Qingshan Town.

Wolf Head Mercenary Group Base.

A slightly spacious and luxurious carriage slowly stopped on the street outside the main gate.

Under the gaze of the gate-guarding mercenaries, the driver of the carriage, with a pale face and trembling hands, knocked on the door of the carriage. "Y-young Master, we're here."

Creak~

The carriage door opened, and Wei Yang stepped out.

Turning back, he looked at Ye Xian'er, who was sitting there with a still somewhat pale face yet forcing herself to remain calm, and softly said, "Wait for me a moment, I'll be back soon."

"Okay." Ye Xian'er nodded, her delicate hand clenching slightly, "Be careful."

"Ha." Wei Yang chuckled, "Don't worry."

Closing the carriage door, Wei Yang turned around and glanced at the driver, "Wait here."

"Un-understood." The driver wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Jumping off the carriage, Wei Yang strode to the entrance of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group's headquarters.

"Who are you here for?" The guarding mercenary looked at Wei Yang suspiciously.

Wei Yang grinned, "Here to see your leader."

...

Inside the spacious hall.

The head of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group, Mu She, was sitting somewhat restlessly on the main seat, holding a teacup but not drinking, his brows furrowed.

Moments later, Mu She raised his head and shouted, "Someone come."

A mercenary quickly entered, "Leader."

"Where is our deputy leader?" Mu She asked.

As he asked this question, Mu She immediately felt a jump in his heart, a sudden inexplicable unease welling up inside him, making his expression turn somewhat unpleasant.

"Leader, early this morning, the deputy leader took a group of brothers out, saying he was going to cause trouble for someone." The mercenary replied cautiously.

Hearing this, Mu She's uneasiness grew stronger for some unknown reason, causing his mood to become more irritable. He shouted, "Where did they go?"

"Said they went outside the town." The mercenary replied, sweating.

"Go immediately, have him come back right now!" Mu She ordered with a grim expression.

"Understood." The mercenary hurriedly complied, turning to leave.

"Wait, bring Third Leader He Meng along, and take some men." Mu She added.

"Yes."

At this moment.

Bang!

"Ah~"

A commotion faintly came from outside, accompanied by sounds of fighting and screams.

"Bastards, what's happening outside?"

Already in a foul mood, Mu She erupted in anger, squeezing the teacup in his hand to pieces, roaring furiously.

Soon.

"Leader~"

"Leader, something's wrong, someone has broken in, that person's strength is formidable, we've lost many brothers." A mercenary rushed in, shouting a report.

"What? Someone broke in? Broke in here?" Mu She was initially stunned, then almost laughed in anger.

Where is this place?

The headquarters of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group!

Someone dares to cause trouble here?

"Y-yes."

"Who is it? How many people came?" Mu She stood up.

"Only, only one, one person, a boy." The reporting mercenary replied timidly.

Bang!

Mu She's face turned red, his chest heaving violently, and he smashed the table in front of him, roaring, "One person? A youth? Broke into our headquarters? Are you all dead? Where's He Meng?"

Just as Mu She finished speaking.

Boom!

A figure flew in like a ragdoll, shattering a row of tables and chairs before coming to a stop.

Looking closely, Mu She realized it was none other than his Third Leader, He Meng.

At this moment, the Seven-Star Fighter-ranked Third Leader had long since stopped breathing.

Mu She was taken aback, feeling as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, calming him down.

How long has it been?

From the moment he heard the commotion until now... two minutes?

Two minutes!

And the intruder had made his way from the gate to here?

And incidentally killed his capable subordinate, the Third Leader?

Thinking of this, Mu She quickly looked towards the hall entrance.

There, a handsome youth in black attire, hands clasped behind his back, walked in leisurely.

Young.

At most fifteen or sixteen?

"May I ask who you are?" Mu She calmed his emotions, put on a smile, and asked amicably.

He had no choice but to be amiable.

He already vaguely knew that the Wolf Head Mercenary Group had likely kicked an iron plate this time.

Mu She was a man of the world.

Such a young person with such formidable strength suggested a background and origin that were likely astonishing, far beyond what he, a One-Star Fighter, could handle.

"Dead men don't need to know my name." Wei Yang stepped into the middle of the hall, and with a casual kick, sent the mercenary who had run in to report flying.

Boom!

Clatter~

The weapon rack collapsed.

The reporting mercenary was crushed under the collapsed weapon rack, life or death unknown.

"You!"

Mu She was about to rage when he took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his anger, squeezing out a stiff smile, "I don't know how our Wolf Head Mercenary Group has offended you, sir. Why not make it clear, perhaps it's a misunderstanding?"

"It's too late to explain now."

Wei Yang shook his head, "I once told you that the price for troubling me is very steep, yet you insisted on not listening."

"I just killed your son, now I'm here to kill you. A family should stay together for my peace of mind."

Upon hearing this, Mu She's eyes turned red, his voice trembling, "Y-you killed my son?"

Wei Yang nodded.

"Die!"

Mu She let out a furious shout, flipping his palm to reveal a dark silver saber, stomping his foot, the floor exploding beneath him.

His figure shot out, and the saber in his hand slashed down towards Wei Yang.

"Wind Blade Dance!" Mu She coldly thought.

Countless shadows of the saber appeared above Wei Yang's head, seemingly forming a dense web of blades in the void.

"Die, die, die! You little beast, no matter who you are, die!" Mu She's eyes were bloodshot, cackling internally.

This Wind Blade Dance was the highest-level combat technique he had mastered.

Low-level Xuan class.

It was this very technique that earned him the title of the strongest in Qingshan Town, defeating even those of the same level or a star or two above him.

All fell to this move.

Now, facing this mysterious, powerful youth, the cautious Mu She went all out from the start.

...

Wei Yang raised his head, feeling the saber's edge and the sharp wind force.

"All show." He lightly raised his palm, deep red Dou Qi that had been brewing for a long time was ready.

His palm thrust forward, seemingly slow yet incredibly fast, leaving an afterimage in the air, an illusion.

Lion's Roar!

A deep red energy lion with a faint golden hue materialized in the void, exuding an unparalleled oppressive aura, accompanied by the majesty of a lion king, intimidating all.

Majestic, domineering!

The energy lion opened its mouth.

Roar~

A violent lion's roar suddenly reverberated through the hall, like thunder in one's ear, echoing through this small world.

"Not good!" Mu She's pupils contracted, his face changing colors, a hint of terror flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, he smelled the scent of death.

"I'll die!" This was Mu She's last thought before his consciousness descended into endless darkness.

Boom!

Mu She's body exploded mid-air, turning into a cloud of debris.

A deep red semicircular energy shockwave spread forward, shattering the floorboards as it passed.

The searing energy surge caused the hall's temperature to skyrocket, the surrounding space appearing warped and distorted.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Loud explosions nearly flipped the entire hall.

Gigantic cracks in the floor spread like a spiderweb, reaching the distant wall that trembled slightly before cracking as well.

"No!"

Now, only one mercenary was left standing in the hall, the one Mu She initially instructed to find the deputy leader, who unfortunately hadn't left in time and was caught in the disaster Wei Yang unleashed.

He hid in the corner of the hall but couldn't escape fate.

The spreading shockwave, the intense oppressive air, and searing heat felt like death, drawing a desperate scream from him.

Then, the energy shock wave rippled past.

He was flung as if hit by a magical beast, unsure how many bones were broken, blood streaming from his orifices, embedding him into the wall.