Chapter 63: Garrison Commander Ye Zong.

"Brother!"

Upon hearing that voice, Ye Huai suddenly widened his eyes in intense surprise.

"It's Garrison Commander Ye Zong!"

"He actually came, quick, let's go!"

Those bystanders who had been cheering and applauding just moments ago scattered like mice seeing a cat, quickly hiding in the shadows.

The father and daughter duo looked at Su Lang with immense gratitude, then swiftly left with a hint of helplessness and worry.

"Brother! He's the one who killed my subordinates and wanted to torture me to death!"

Trembling, Ye Huai pointed at Su Lang, howling miserably as he ran to Ye Zong's side.

"Useless fool, scared stiff by such a small scene?"

"It's you, dared to kill my Ye family's men and want to torture my brother?"

Ye Zong reprimanded Ye Huai sharply, then fixed his gaze firmly on Su Lang, his narrow eyes gleaming like venomous snakes.

"What's wrong with that?"

Su Lang smiled faintly. "Are members of the Ye family so remarkable? I've already killed more than ten of them, and you will also become a soul under my blade. By the way, don't worry about being lonely down there; I'll make sure all members of your Ye family go to hell together!"

"Destroy my Ye family? You think you can?" Ye Zong burst into arrogant laughter. "Who do you think you are? In the Red Maple City base, who can destroy my Ye family? Who!?"

"This guy is really blowing his own trumpet, isn't he afraid of humiliating himself?"

"Yeah, just an intermediate martial artist, yet he's talking big about wiping out our Ye family?"

"Tsk tsk, such an overestimation of his abilities, I wonder how he managed to cultivate to intermediate martial artist level!?"

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The black-clad martial artists also looked disdainful, mocking endlessly.

"Heh, when I said I'll wipe out your Ye family, I absolutely won't spare anyone."

Su Lang's voice gradually turned icy. "Unfortunately, you won't live to see that scene. Now, bring out all the gold and wealth from your base; I'll give you a quick death."

"Arrogant!" Ye Zong sneered coldly. "Everyone, attack together. Let him taste the 108 tortures I invented!"

"Quick, take him down. I want to execute him personally!"

Ye Huai also shouted excitedly and cruelly. He could almost see himself torturing Su Lang, avenging his hatred.

"Kill!"

Ye Zong drew his long sword from his waist and charged forward, while the others swarmed toward Su Lang like wild dogs.

"Ghost Moon, Instant!"

Su Lang moved in a blur, crossing three meters in an instant, slashing towards Ye Huai.

"Peak martial artist speed!"

Ye Zong's pupils contracted slightly, showing a hint of astonishment.

But immediately, he showed disdain because he had already perfected a body forging technique to the level of mastery, and his speed was comparable to a junior martial master!

"Yin Wind Step!"

With a twist of his foot, Ye Zong moved eerily to Su Lang's side, thrusting his sword fiercely.

"Ghost Moon, Deny!"

Su Lang showed no fear, sweeping out with his blade, drawing an arc of moonlight.

"Clang—!"

The resounding clash made Ye Zong's disdainful expression freeze momentarily. He felt an unmatched terrifying force!

"This is bad!"

Shouting inwardly, Ye Zong immediately tried to retreat.

With his speed as a junior martial master, he could easily dodge this invisible force and avoid it.

But the unexpected happened the next moment.

"Thunder Silk True Technique!"

Su Lang's mind moved, and a large number of lightning threads swarmed up.

No matter how fast Ye Zong was, how could he be faster than lightning? He was instantly covered with dense lightning threads.

"Thunder Silk True Technique? How could you?!"

Ye Zong turned pale with shock, every hair standing on end.

At the same time, he was paralyzed by lightning all over, even with his level of a junior martial master, he couldn't move an inch.

And in that instant, Su Lang's terrifying slash directly cut open his long sword.

"No—!"

Ye Zong screamed in terror, but the next moment, his voice abruptly stopped!