Chapter 64: Are You Referring to This Dead Dog?

"Pfft, ho ho…"

Ye Zong collapsed powerlessly to the ground, spitting blood foam, the divine light in his eyes gradually fading.

From their close-quarters combat to Ye Zong's defeat, it all happened within a single breath. Ye Huai was still immersed in the excitement of impending revenge.

Those hyena-like black-clothed Martial Artists had only just rushed to Su Lang's side!

But when they saw half of Ye Zong's neck severed, they instantly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their scalps tingling with dread.

They couldn't believe it; Ye Zong, who was powerful enough to retreat unscathed even from a Junior Martial Master, was killed in a single encounter!

It was too bizarre, too terrifying!

The next moment, everyone unhesitatingly abandoned their attack on Su Lang and fled in all directions.

This scene, witnessed by the onlookers secretly watching, immediately left them dumbfounded!

"What's going on? Weren't those Garrison Mansion Martial Artists going to surround and kill that young expert?"

"Heavens, look! Half of Ye Zong's neck has been severed, he's dead!"

"What on earth happened? Ye Zong actually lost!"

"This young man is too strong, too formidable!"

"…"

Countless thoughts flashed through everyone's minds, and it was at this moment that Su Lang struck again!

"Trying to escape? You all must die!"

Su Lang's lips curled into a smirk as he instantly gave chase, long saber in hand.

Those black-clothed Martial Artists were merely ordinary Martial Artists; how could they escape Su Lang's pursuit?

In a short time, Su Lang killed one person every ten steps. All the black-clothed Martial Artists were dispatched with a single saber strike, their blood staining the entire street red.

"My heavens, all the Garrison Mansion Martial Artists have been killed by him!"

"This young man is truly like a Heavenly God descending to the mortal realm!"

The onlookers secretly watching felt their blood boil, goosebumps rising all over their bodies.

"What a pity, I couldn't interrogate them about their Cultivation Technique."

Su Lang shook his head regretfully, then walked over to Ye Huai, who was almost scared senseless.

At this moment, Ye Huai not only reeked of urine but also exuded a strong stench of feces.

"No! Please don't kill me!"

When he saw Su Lang approaching, he trembled with fear, stumbling back a few steps before collapsing onto his backside.

"Truly filthy from the inside out!"

Su Lang glanced at Ye Huai with disgust, then was about to interrogate him about his Cultivation Technique and the location of his wealth.

But just then, a cry came from the street not far away.

"Urgent report! Urgent report!"

"The identity of the murderer who destroyed my Ye Family's outpost and killed my Ye Family's Sixth Young Master has been confirmed, and a city-wide manhunt is now underway!"

"This person's name is Su Lang. Here is his portrait. Anyone who sees this person must immediately report it to the Garrison Mansion!"

"Anyone who provides useful clues will receive generous rewards!"

"Move aside! Urgent report, urgent report!"

"…"

The arrogant voice grew closer and closer. Before long, a messenger Martial Artist was running quickly towards the Garrison Mansion, scattering papers as he went.

But soon, he noticed that the street around him was deserted!

Moreover, bloodstains were scattered in some places, and the corpses of black-clothed Martial Artists lay across the street, a truly tragic sight.

"What's going on!?"

The messenger Martial Artist's eyes widened, and a sense of foreboding gradually grew in his heart.

He didn't see the schadenfreude glances falling upon him from some dark corners.

"Did something major happen at the outpost?"

The messenger Martial Artist nervously licked his lips, then walked forward along the street.

Soon, he saw large pools of blood and bodies strewn across the ground.

Next to these corpses was a young man with a long saber, his back to him.

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

The messenger looked closely and was instantly horrified: that person was none other than the esteemed Lord Ye Huai!

"What on earth happened?"

The messenger Martial Artist looked at Su Lang's back in terror, "You killed all these people? How dare you slaughter members of my Ye Family! Lord Garrison will surely tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

"Lord Garrison? Are you referring to this dead dog?"

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

"Lord… Lord Garrison!"

"How is this possible! How could Lord Garrison be dead!"

The messenger Martial Artist's pupils constricted like needles, and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

Immediately after, he clearly saw Su Lang's face.

"You, you, you!?"

The messenger Martial Artist looked at the portrait in his hand with suspicion and exclaimed in horror, "You are Su Lang!"