Chapter 62: You Say, How Do You Want to Die

"Make my death ugly? You dare speak such bold words?"

Ye Huai's expression contorted. "Just a mere intermediate martial artist, and you dare to be shameless, not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue away!?"

"Let me tell you, there have been plenty who disliked me before, even senior martial artists, but they all died miserably, very miserably!"

"In this Golden Flame Leopard base, there's no one I can't provoke, no one I can't kill, including you!"

"Heh~" Su Lang looked disdainfully at Ye Huai. "Not just you, even if the entire Garrison House came at me together, I'd cut them down as well!"

"Damn it, how dare you be so arrogant! Do you really think my Ye family has no one?"

"Even if you kneel and apologize a thousand times right now, I will never spare you!"

Veins bulged on Ye Huai's temples, his face twisted with rage and resentment. "Men, capture him! I want to slice him up alive and feed him to the dogs!"

At Ye Huai's roar, his subordinates immediately turned cruel and moved towards Su Lang.

"You overestimate yourselves!" Su Lang surveyed his surroundings, smiling disdainfully.

"Kill!"

Ye Huai's subordinates exchanged glances, brandishing their blades and rushing forward, their sword lights and shadows frightening the onlookers.

However, what seemed like a densely packed attack was full of flaws in Su Lang's eyes.

"Ghost Moon, Plunder!"

Su Lang's smile turned cold, thunderous light swirling around his wrist, knife light flashing!

"Ding ding!"

The dense clang of gold and iron clashes resounded!

Five broken blades flew into the sky, causing everyone attacking Su Lang to freeze, their eyes filled with fear.

The next moment, the five warriors were cut into ten pieces, blood rapidly spreading on the ground, forming a glaring pool of blood.

The scene resembled a purgatory, shocking countless people!

The lively street fell completely silent, so quiet it felt like the abyss!

Immediately after, like a volcano erupting, everyone's eyes burst with incredible light.

At the same time, everyone couldn't help but discuss.

"This person is actually so powerful, cutting down five warriors with one slash!"

"My god, is this still an intermediate martial artist? How can he be so terrifying?"

"So strong, so fierce, so awesome, such combat power must be at the martial master level!"

"Ye Huai kicked the iron plate, so satisfying!"

"Well done, kill Ye Huai, kill Ye Huai!"

...

Su Lang's terrifying slash instantly killed five of Ye Huai's subordinates and dispelled the onlookers' fear, awakening their resentment towards Ye Huai!

"You you you you!"

Ye Huai's voice trembled. He looked at Su Lang, then at the ten dismembered bodies on the ground, his eyes filled with fear.

He couldn't believe that his five subordinates had been sliced up by this young man in front of him!

Too terrifying, this was too terrifying!

"Next, it's your turn."

Su Lang looked at Ye Huai indifferently. "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"No! Friend, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"My brother is Ye Zong, he's the garrison here!"

"I was wrong in this matter, let's be friends, spare me!"

Ye Huai was scared stiff by Su Lang's indifferent gaze, continuously stepping back.

"I said I'd make your death ugly."

A faint smile curved Su Lang's lips. "I'm a man of my word, I absolutely won't go back on it."

"No, please have mercy, spare my life."

Ye Huai's face showed fear, trembling fiercely, a strong smell of urine spreading—he had actually wet himself out of fear.

"To kill you is the greatest kindness I can show."

"Otherwise, you will be chopped into pieces and tortured to death!"

Su Lang walked forward calmly, each step making Ye Huai shiver violently.

This scene fell into the eyes of the onlookers, instantly making them applaud and cheer, feeling exhilarated.

Suddenly!

"Who dares to torture my younger brother into pieces and torture him to death? How audacious!"

A majestic voice rang out, followed by chaotic footsteps.

Following the sound, Su Lang saw a peak martial artist, broad-faced and short, thick eyebrows dancing, narrow eyes emitting bursts of killing intent.

Around this person were more than ten black-clad martial artists, each with a fierce look that made them not to be trifled with.