Chapter 63: Stronghold Guardian Ye Zong

“Brother!”

Hearing that voice, Ye Huai suddenly widened his eyes, revealing a strong sense of joy and surprise.

“It's the Stronghold Guardian, Ye Zong!”

“He actually came! Let's go!”

The bystanders who were just cheering and clapping dispersed in an instant, like mice seeing a cat, their hair standing on end as they hurriedly hid in the shadows.

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

“Brother! He killed my subordinates and wanted to torture me to death!”

Ye Huai pointed at Su Lang with a trembling finger, then rushed to Ye Zong's side, howling miserably.

“Useless! Such a small scene and you're scared like this?”

“Is it you who dared to kill my Ye family members and torture my brother?”

Ye Zong reprimanded Ye Huai, then stared intently at Su Lang, his small eyes gleaming with a poisonous snake-like light.

“Why not?”

Su Lang smiled faintly, “Are the Ye family members so great? I've already killed more than a dozen of them, and you will soon be another soul taken by my blade.

By the way, don't worry about being lonely down there; I'll make sure every member of the Ye family joins you in Hell!”

“Destroy my Ye family? You? Hahahaha, that's laughable!”

Ye Zong laughed wildly, “Who do you think you are? In Red Maple City Stronghold, who can destroy my Ye family? Who!?”

“This guy is talking big; he doesn't fear blowing up his own face.”

“Exactly, just an Intermediate Martial Artist dares to speak so arrogantly about destroying our Ye family?”

“Tsk tsk, such an overestimating madman, I wonder how he even Cultivated to become an Intermediate Martial Artist!”

…

The black-clad Martial Artists also showed disdain and mockery in their eyes.

“I said I will destroy your Ye family, and I will not let a single one go.”

Su Lang's voice grew cold, “Unfortunately, you won't see that day. Now, hand over all the gold coins and valuables in the stronghold, and I'll give you a quick end.”

“Arrogant!”

Ye Zong sneered, his voice incredibly cruel, “Everyone, attack together! Let him taste the 108 tortures I invented!”

“Quick, capture him! I want to torture him personally!”

Ye Huai also shouted excitedly and cruelly, almost already envisioning his revenge on Su Lang.

“Kill!”

Ye Zong drew his long sword and charged forward, the others surrounding Su Lang like hyenas.

“Ghost Moon, Instant!”

Su Lang moved, instantly crossing three meters and slashing at Ye Huai with his knife.

“Peak Martial Artist speed!”

Ye Zong's pupils contracted, slightly shocked.

But then he showed disdain, as he had already Cultivated a body-refining Cultivation Technique to Major Achievement, his movements comparable to a Junior Martial Master!

“Shadow Wind Step!”

Ye Zong twisted his foot, eerily appearing at Su Lang's side, his long sword stabbing fiercely.

“Ghost Moon, Endure!”

Su Lang showed no fear, his knife slashing out in a crescent moon arc.

“Clang——!”

The clashing sound echoed loudly, and Ye Zong's disdainful expression suddenly froze. He felt an overwhelming, terrifying force!

“Not good!”

Shouting madly in his heart, Ye Zong immediately tried to retreat.

With his Junior Martial Master Rank movement, he could completely deflect and avoid this formless force.

But the next moment, the unexpected happened.

“Thunder Silk True Art!”

Su Lang's mind stirred, and a surge of electric threads swarmed forward.

No matter how fast Ye Zong was, he couldn't outrun electricity. Instantly, he was covered in dense electric threads.

“Thunder Silk True Art? How do you know it!?”

Ye Zong was greatly alarmed, his hair standing on end.

At the same time, his whole body was paralyzed by the electricity. Even with his Junior Martial Master Rank movement, he couldn't move an inch.

In that instant, Su Lang's terrifying blade directly cut through his long sword.

“No——!”

Ye Zong screamed in extreme terror, but the next moment, his voice was abruptly cut off!