Chapter 64: Is That Dead Dog You Were Talking About?

"Pff, hehe."

Ye Zong collapsed weakly to the ground, coughing blood, his eyes gradually losing their light.

From the moment they engaged in close combat to Ye Huai's defeat, it all happened in the span of a breath. Ye Huai was still immersed in the excitement of impending revenge.

The black-clothed guards, akin to wild dogs, had just reached Su Lang's side! They saw Ye Zong's neck almost severed, instantly freezing in shock and terror.

They couldn't believe that Ye Zong, powerful enough to face off against a Junior Martial Master, was slain in an instant!

Too eerie, too terrifying!

In the next moment, without hesitation, everyone abandoned their attack on Su Lang and fled in all directions.

This scene stunned the onlookers hidden in the shadows!

"What's going on? Weren't those guards supposed to surround and kill that young warrior?"

"God, look! Ye Zong's neck is almost completely cut off, he's defeated!"

"What exactly happened? Ye Zong actually lost!"

"This young man is too powerful, too amazing!"

...

In their minds flashed countless thoughts, and at this moment, Su Lang struck again!

"Trying to escape? You all must die!"

Su Lang smirked, his long knife in hand, swiftly chasing after them.

These black-clothed guards were just ordinary warriors, how could they possibly escape Su Lang's pursuit?

In a short time, Su Lang killed one guard every ten steps, resolving all of them with a single slash, staining the entire street red with blood.

"Oh my god, he killed all the guards from the stronghold!"

"This young man is truly like a deity descending to earth!"

The onlookers watching in secret were boiling with excitement, their bodies covered in goosebumps.

"What a pity, I didn't get to interrogate them about their martial arts."

Su Lang shook his head regretfully and then approached the nearly petrified Ye Huai.

At this moment, Ye Huai not only reeked of urine but also emitted a foul stench.

"No! Please don't kill me!"

Seeing Su Lang approaching, Ye Huai trembled all over, stumbling back several steps and sitting down on the ground.

"You're disgustingly filthy inside and out!"

Su Lang sneered in disgust, casting a disdainful glance at Ye Huai, preparing to interrogate him about the whereabouts of his martial arts and wealth.

But just then, from a nearby street, came shouts.

"Urgent report! Urgent report!"

"The murderer who annihilated our Ye family stronghold and killed the Sixth Young Master Ye has been identified! Now he's wanted throughout the city!"

"His name is Su Lang, here's his portrait. Anyone who sees him must immediately report to the stronghold!"

"Those who provide useful clues will be generously rewarded!"

"Make way! Urgent report, urgent report!"

...

The arrogant voice grew nearer, and soon a messenger was scattering flyers while running towards the stronghold.

But soon, he noticed there was no one around him!

Moreover, there were bloodstains in some places, and the bodies of black-clothed warriors lying all over the street, miserably dead.

"What's going on!?"

The messenger widened his eyes, feeling something terribly wrong.

He didn't notice that in some dark corners, there were eyes filled with schadenfreude fixed on him.

"Has something major happened in the stronghold?"

The messenger nervously licked his lips and continued walking down the street.

Soon, he saw large pools of blood and bodies strewn all over.

In the vicinity, a young man stood with a long knife, his back turned to him.

And in front of this young man sat a very familiar figure.

The messenger took a closer look and suddenly paled. The person turned out to be the esteemed Ye Huai!

"What on earth happened!?"

The messenger stared in horror at Su Lang's back and exclaimed, "Did you really slaughter all these people from my Ye family? How dare you massacre our people! The Lord Commander will surely tear you apart!"

"The Lord Commander? Are you talking about this dead dog?"

Su Lang turned indifferently, using his foot to flip Ye Zong's body over.

"Commander... Commander! How could this be possible! How could the Commander be dead!"

The messenger's pupils contracted to the size of needles, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Soon after, he recognized Su Lang's face.

"It's you! You're Su Lang!"