Chapter 58: Blood Battle

  The mercenaries in the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps were all here to make a living, and their main idea was to take advantage of the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps' reputation to act arbitrarily, so how could they have any cohesion.

  At this time, it was discovered that their side was being slaughtered by Ning Chong as easily as chopping vegetables, facing the threat of death. Among the mercenaries, many were suddenly frightened or lost their courage.

  At that moment, with different thoughts in mind, the mercenaries began to scatter and flee like headless flies, wailing, screaming, and shouting... all kinds of voices blended into one.

  Of course, there were also a few who were lawless and reckless, with no brains or eyes, who actually took up knives, guns, and clubs to fight Ning Chong to the death.

  These mercenaries were mostly only at the third or fourth stage of martial arts, and Ning Chong had killed fifth-stage martial artists with ease, like slaughtering dogs; how could they possibly block his path?

  Ning Chong wielded his massive broadsword with abandon, its blade flashing cold light in all directions. With each swing of the sword, blood would splatter and lives would be reaped.

  Only a moment later, a bloody path was cut out, and Ning Chong, covered in blood, finally rushed to the front of the main courtyard in the north.

  In the courtyard, a high pavilion stood before one's eyes, with lights shining brightly.

  Ning Chong didn't stop for a moment, bursting through the courtyard gate, and after a few ups and downs, he had already entered the grand hall of the building.

  The hall was decorated with extreme luxury, the walls were inlaid with dazzling gold and jewels, and the ceiling hung with large silver lanterns, illuminating the hall as if it were daytime. On both sides of the hall, there were many calligraphies and paintings, which showed a sense of ancient simplicity and elegance, indicating that they were created by famous artists.

  It can be seen that after sweeping Qingyang Town for more than 30 years, the Black Tiger Mercenary Group has indeed swept away a lot of blood and sweat wealth. Every delicate and luxurious place here reveals a strong bloody smell and resentment.

  There were many people gathered in the hall, and as Ning Chong entered, all eyes immediately focused on him.

  Outside the courtyard where the hall is located, it has already become a mess, but the hall is quiet and peaceful. These people are calm and composed, with looks of doubt, surprise, anger, and malice... but not a single hint of fear, instead, there's more of a gaze that looks at someone as if they're dead.

  The hall is a spacious rectangle, with two tall chairs placed on the main seat at the top, made of expensive Huangli wood, exquisitely crafted and smooth.

  At this time, both chairs were occupied by people. The main chair was sat by an old man who looked like a thin monkey, with a sly and cunning appearance that couldn't be described as anything but despicable;

  On the old man's right side was a middle-aged big man with dark skin, who had some similarities with the black leopard that was beheaded by Ning and the third young master of the Black House. Without much guessing, this middle-aged black big man should be Hei Hu, the leader of the Black Tiger Mercenary Group!

  Ning Chong slightly furrowed his brow, feeling somewhat strange. The highest position in the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps shouldn't be this old man, should it? Why was that sly old man sitting in the main seat instead of Hei Hu?

  This despicable old man looks ordinary, no different from any other old man, and his body is even slightly thinner. Moreover, there is not a single trace of aura fluctuation on this old man's body, clearly without any cultivation.

  It's quite puzzling for an old man like him to take the seat of honor.

  "Hey kid, who are you? Were you sent by someone to cause trouble and kill people in my Black Tiger Mercenary Group? Spit it out quickly and I'll make your death a quick one! Otherwise... Heh heh!"

  Hei Hu said in a low voice, his expression calm and composed, with an air of superiority, as if he had already won over Ning Chong.

  Ning Chong let out a cold laugh, raised his thick-backed greatsword and pointed at Hei Hu: "Where is the little girl who was captured by your Black Tiger Mercenary Group in broad daylight? How is she doing?"

  "Huh? Only three stages of martial arts?"

  Hei Hu had yet to speak when the old man in the main seat suddenly let out a cry of surprise, his eyes scanning Ning Chong's body for quite some time.

  The old man nodded his head in approval and replied, "You're asking about that little girl, aren't you? Tsk, tsk, she's got delicate skin and tender flesh, making her a perfect cauldron. I haven't even had the heart to use her yet! You're her brother, huh? Alright, take some gold and jewels with you when you leave. I'll let you off easy since you dared to barge in here."

  Hei Hu's expression changed, and he said to the old man: "Shi Dashi, this little brat has killed many of my Black Tiger Mercenary Group members. Can't let him off so easily, can we?"

  The old man's face sank, and he said coldly, "Are you questioning me?"

  Hei Hu's face suddenly turned pale, and he hastily waved his hand, saying: "I don't dare! I don't dare!"

  After that sound, seeing the lewd old man's expression slowly calm down, Hei Hu finally let out a big sigh of relief, and his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

  It's not surprising, this lecherous old man looks ordinary, but after seeing him casually pinch to death several martial artists of the seventh rank like pinching ants, Hei Hu thoroughly understood the terror of this lecherous old man and only dared to worship him like a god.

  And it was precisely because of the existence of this despicable old man that, even though the outside had been turned into a mess by Ning Chong, and several of his five-stage martial arts subordinates had been killed by Ning Chong, Hei Hu could still remain calm and composed. He firmly believed that Ning Chong, no matter how ferocious or evil he was, would only end up losing his life when faced with this despicable old man.

  Hearing the silence, Ning Chong slightly relaxed and immediately pointed his big knife at the old man, coldly saying: "Old thing, I give you thirty breaths to hand over my sister, otherwise I'll make you a soul under my knife!"

  Upon hearing Ning Chong's arrogant tone and the insult "old guy", the sly old man, who was about to take a sip from his tea cup, froze with the cup hovering near his mouth, his face darkening.

  Hei Hu's eyes gleamed with delight, he slapped the armrest and stood up, shouting: "What a big dog's gall! How dare you be disrespectful to Shi Daoshi! Come on, take him down!"

  Hei Hu let out a loud roar, and immediately seven or eight men rushed towards Ning Chong, each wielding various weapons, their faces twisted in ferocity, exuding an aura of murder, with an air of turbulence.

  The sly old man did not stop Hei Hu's order, but raised his teacup and drank tea calmly, looking relaxed and leisurely. Ning Chong felt a slight unease in his heart, feeling that this sly old man was not simple at all.

  But it's too late now, and thinking about it is useless. Ning Chong let out a cold hum, meeting the hacking blades coming from all directions, and fiercely swung up his thick-backed large knife to fight back.

  Ding ding ding——!

  Dang Dang——!

  Pfft!

  ……

  What a fierce and bloody battle! Blood splattered everywhere, limbs were severed and flew through the air, the cries of agony, the clash of steel on steel, the sound of blades hacking into flesh and bone, all echoed so clearly in this quiet night, sending shivers down one's spine.

  In the battlefield, Ning Chong was like a god of slaughter descended to earth, his entire body covered in blood, wielding the heavy broadsword in his hand, slashing horizontally and vertically.

  No fancy or unnecessary movements, just the basic actions of chopping and slashing with a knife, but his movements were smooth and skillful, the force on the big knife was terrifying, the speed was extremely fast, completely ignoring the enemy's dodges and defenses, one knife down, often cutting both people and weapons in two, as easily as cutting tofu.

  In just a few blinks of an eye, the middle of the hall had been slaughtered by Ning, with blood flowing like rivers and corpses scattered all over the ground.