Chapter 62: Tell Me, How Do You Want to Die?

"Make me die a miserable death? With just you!?"

Ye Huai's expression was distorted. "A mere Intermediate Martial Artist dares to speak such arrogant words? Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue!?"

I'm telling you, it's not like there haven't been people who disliked me before, even Advanced Martial Artists, but they all died very, very miserably!

In this Golden Flame Leopard Stronghold, there is no one I can't afford to offend, and no one I can't kill. You are no exception!"

"Heh~"

Su Lang looked at Ye Huai with contempt. "Forget about you, even if your entire garrison office came at me together, I would kill every last one of you!"

"How hateful! To dare be so rampant, do you really think my Ye Family has no one left!"

Even if you immediately kowtow a thousand times to apologize and admit your mistake, I will never forgive you!"

The veins on Ye Huai's temples bulged, his face full of ferocity and resentment. "Men, seize him! I want to slice him alive and feed him to the dogs!"

As soon as Ye Huai's roar rang out, his subordinates immediately surrounded Su Lang with cruel expressions.

"Overestimating yourselves!"

Su Lang glanced around and smiled disdainfully.

"Kill!"

Ye Huai's subordinates exchanged glances and rushed forward with sharp blades. The flashes of swords and sabers made the bystanders tremble with fear.

However, the seemingly dense attacks were full of openings in Su Lang's eyes.

"Ghost Moon, Sweep!"

Su Lang's smile gradually turned cold. As he flipped his wrist, lightning swirled, and a blade light suddenly appeared!

Ding! Clang! Clang!

The dense sounds of metal clashing merged into one!

Five sharp blades flew into the sky. All those besieging Su Lang froze, their eyes filled with terror.

In the next instant, the five Martial Artists were cut into ten pieces. Blood spread rapidly on the ground, forming a striking pool of gore.

The scene, like a Shura Hell, stunned countless people!

The bustling street fell completely silent, even as quiet as an abyss!

Then, like a volcanic eruption, an unbelievable light burst from everyone's eyes.

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

"This person is actually so powerful, killing five Martial Artists with one strike!"

"My God, is this still an Intermediate Martial Artist? How can he be so terrifying?"

"Too strong, too fierce, too badass! This combat power is definitely at the Martial Master level!"

"Ye Huai has kicked a steel plate this time. It's so damn satisfying!"

"Good job! Kill Ye Huai! Kill Ye Huai!"

…

Su Lang's terrifying strike instantly killed five of Ye Huai's subordinates, also dispelling the fear in the bystanders' hearts and awakening their resentment toward Ye Huai!

"You… you you you!"

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

He couldn't have imagined even in his wildest dreams that his five subordinates would be sliced apart by this young man in a single strike!

Too terrifying, this is too terrifying!

"Next, it's your turn!"

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

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

"My brother is Ye Zong, he is the Garrison here!"

"This was my fault. Let's be friends, give me a break!"

Ye Huai was so frightened by Su Lang's indifferent gaze that his legs went weak, and he retreated repeatedly.

"I said I would make you die a miserable death."

A smile curled on the corner of Su Lang's mouth. "I am a man of my word; I will never break my promise."

"No, I beg you to have mercy and spare my life."

Ye Huai's face was full of terror. He shuddered violently, and the smell of urine filled the air; he had actually been scared into wetting himself.

"Killing you is the greatest mercy I can show you!"

"Otherwise, you would be sliced into a thousand pieces, executed by slow slicing and dismembered by chariots!"

Su Lang walked forward with a calm expression. With every step he took, Ye Huai shuddered violently.

When this scene fell into the eyes of the bystanders, they immediately clapped and cheered, feeling extremely gratified.

Suddenly!

"Who wants to slice my brother into a thousand pieces, execute him by slow slicing and dismember him by chariots? What audacity!"

A majestic voice came through, followed by a series of chaotic footsteps.

Su Lang looked toward the sound and saw a Peak Martial Artist with a broad but short face and thick, flying eyebrows. Bursts of Killing Intent shot out from his small eyes, which were narrowed into slits.

This person was surrounded by more than a dozen Martial Artists in black, each with a fierce gaze, looking like they were not to be trifled with.