Chapter 87: Your Death Day Is Not Far Off

"Soul Chaser, Condense!"

Su Lang was already prepared. With a flick of his wrist, a sheet of silver, mercury-like sword radiance instantly appeared before him.

"Clang—!!"

The ear-piercing sound of clashing swords rang throughout the entire Ye family residence.

After one strike, Ye Feizhang remained motionless, while Su Lang's longsword shattered. Blood gushed from the web between his thumb and index finger, and he retreated over ten meters in an instant.

All the Ye family members were stunned by this result!

In their hearts, the family head, Ye Feizhang, was one of the four strongest people in Red Maple City.

In their imagination, the White-Robed Cloaked Figure should have been killed in one strike; how could he still be alive!?

Furthermore, the White-Robed Cloaked Figure was actually using the same Move from "Soul Chaser"—this was simply inconceivable!

Not only the Ye family members, but even Ye Feizhang himself was so shocked that his pupils constricted.

In fact, a trace of fear even rose in his heart!

It was too bizarre, too terrifying!

A mere Peak Martial Artist was actually able to survive an attack from him that was close to the High-rank Martial General level!

This was simply a non-human existence!

"Ye Feizhang, you dare to lay a hand on me; your courage is commendable."

At this moment, Su Lang threw a severed arm, still wearing a sleeve, onto the ground. "As a reward, I'll give this to you."

"This is!?"

Looking at the severed arm on the ground, Ye Feizhang's pupils shrank abruptly, and the whites of his eyes instantly turned red.

"That's right, this is Ye Lingfeng's arm!"

Su Lang said coldly, "If you dare to attack me again, then what I give you next will be Ye Lingfeng's head."

"You bastard!!"

Ye Feizhang trembled all over with rage, wishing he could skin Su Lang alive and devour him!

"Cursing me won't work either."

Su Lang sneered and threw out another bloody finger.

"You… what exactly do you want!!"

Ye Feizhang pointed at Su Lang with extreme grief and indignation, his whole body so angry he looked like he was having an epileptic seizure.

"I already said."

Su Lang smiled faintly, "5 million gold coins in exchange for Ye Lingfeng's dog life."

"5 million!"

Ye Feizhang's words were squeezed out through his teeth, "I'll give it!!"

"Family Head!!"

Many Ye family members exclaimed, their faces filled with grief, indignation, and disbelief.

He yielded!

A generation's Martial General, the incredibly powerful family head, actually yielded!

This was simply a great humiliation!

"All of you, shut up!"

Ye Feizhang let out a sharp shout, almost hoarse!

He was the one who yielded; how could he not feel humiliated!?

However, as the Ye family head, Ye Feizhang did not want the Ye family's lineage to be cut off in his hands!

Ye Lingfeng had top grade Aptitude and was highly likely to become a Martial Commander; as long as he was alive, there was hope!

For the sake of the Ye family, Ye Feizhang forced himself to swallow this anger and endure this great humiliation!

"A very wise choice."

Su Lang flipped his wrist and sheathed his longsword. "Prepare 5 million gold coins within one day and send someone to the location specified on the map. I won't wait past the deadline."

As he spoke, he threw out a map, and his figure gradually began to fade.

Just as his figure was about to disappear completely, Su Lang's voice came again:

"By the way, Ye Feizhang, one thing is one thing; I will still avenge my parents' deaths.

I'll say it again: enjoy your final days well, your death day is not far off!"

As soon as his voice fell, Su Lang's Clone completely disappeared from the spot.

"Pfft—!!"

Ye Feizhang trembled for a moment, then suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and roared: "You brat!!"

…

Outside the barrier, in the Glazed Tiger region.

"Ah, ah, it hurts so much!"

Ye Lingfeng clutched his severed arm, wailing in pain; his only remaining hand also had only four fingers left.

Su Lang, who was sitting in the middle of three Clones, slowly opened his eyes.

"Mmm, it's better to be in my own body."

Su Lang took a deep breath and stretched.

Although using 'Perfect Possession' allowed him to control every movement of the Clone, it was very awkward.

It was like putting one's consciousness into a shell without temperature; there was simply no feeling of the Soul and body being in sync.

"Ah, my hand!"

Ye Lingfeng was still screaming, his face covered in snot and tears.

Having been pampered by the entire Ye family like an ancestor since he was little, when had he ever endured such pain?

Moreover, this pain was not only physical but also mental.

After all, from now on, he was a cripple, unless he took a precious Medicinal Pill capable of regenerating severed limbs.

But the lowest-grade Medicinal Pill of that kind was a 9th-rank Medicinal Pill; how could it be so easy to obtain?