Chapter 61: I'll Kill You with My Sword

  "Good... fast... sword..."

  The lecherous old man vaguely said this sentence, and his gradually blurred vision clearly saw that the one who drew his sword was that handsome white-robed youth. This young man not only didn't die from his punch but instead turned the tables on him, luring him into a trap, and stabbed through his eyes with one sword.

  The despicable old man couldn't accept that he had actually died at the hands of a mere third-stage martial artist youth, but was helpless, carrying his unwillingness, slowly fell backwards to the ground, and stopped breathing.

  Having defeated this formidable foe, Ning Chong finally let out a long sigh of relief, only then feeling the pain from his severed left arm and other wounds.

  But compared to the excitement and celebration of finally obtaining victory after a narrow escape from death in the fierce battle with this despicable old man, this injury is not worth mentioning.

  Sheathing his long sword, Ning Chong turned his head and let out a cold snort.

  It turned out that Hei Hu and the others were originally just watching with ease, waiting for the despicable old man to kill Ning Chong. Unexpectedly, the final outcome was that Ning Chong killed the despicable old man with one sword.

  Hei Hu and the others were naturally stunned, unable to believe it, and became stone statues. When they came to their senses, the first thing they thought of was "escape"! The farther the better! As long as they could avoid this demon boy's killing star, that would be enough!

  Ning Chong had seen it, where would he give Hei Hu and others the opportunity, he unfolded his body method, his figure flashed quickly, directly swinging the long sword in his hand, chopping down like a big knife.

  In just a few blinks of an eye, apart from Hei Hu, the several men in the hall who were still alive and trying to escape all fell under Ning Chong's sword.

  Witnessing the bloody scenes, witnessing Ning Chong's methods, Hei Hu's legs kicked out the pipa, and he couldn't muster up the courage to fight Ning Chong anymore. Suddenly, he knelt down and wailed: "Young master, you are a magnanimous person, spare my dog life! I beg of you, please show mercy!"

  At this moment, the fear in Hei Hu's heart was indescribable. The corpses scattered all over the great hall made his head spin and his legs go weak. Although he had killed many people before and had seen similar scenes several times, it was always him who did the killing. But this time, it was a matter of life and death for him, and how could he remain calm?

  In this Qingyang town, the Black Tiger Mercenary Group has always been the de facto ruler. No one dares to provoke them, and those who occasionally dare to oppose them are publicly executed by Hei Hu with ruthless means, and their entire family is exterminated afterwards. As a result, for nearly twenty or thirty years, no one has even dared to speak loudly in front of Hei Hu.

  Hei Hu always thought that as long as he, Hei Hu, stamped his foot, the entire Qingyang Town within a hundred miles would tremble three times. And his methods were notorious far and near, brutal and ruthless, unmatched by anyone.

  But today, Hei Hu suddenly discovered that his so-called ferocity and bravery were nothing compared to Ning Chong.

  He had a refined face and a well-proportioned body, but he didn't look strong at all, more like a scholar than a martial artist. Yet, this fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth, who looked like a bookworm, silently revealed his sharp claws and effortlessly harvested nearly half of the Black Tiger Mercenary Group's members.

  What's even more unbelievable to Hei Hu is that this young man, who is so demonic, actually killed the despicable old man who could kill a seventh-stage martial artist with ease, right under his nose!

  Everything was so shocking that Hei Hu was stunned and numb, and finally realized that he had offended a monster who should not be provoked.

  Life is precious, Hei Hu can no longer care about too much, kneeling on the ground, his head knocking against the mountain, bitterly begging: "Young master, spare this humble dog's life! As long as you spare me, whatever you want, I, Hei Hu, will definitely find it for you!"

  Ning Chong coldly gazed at Hei Hu, the leader of the Black Tiger Mercenary Group, who had been like a local tyrant in Qingyang Town, committing countless evils and being arrogant and domineering, but now was like a crawling insect.

  "Tell me, what else can you give me now?"

  Hei Hu suddenly felt a glimmer of hope and was overjoyed to the point of tears, he crawled on the ground and said: "Young master, I...I'll give you all my gold, silver, and treasures..."

  "Ha! Gold and silver treasures? Now that things have come to this, the Black Tiger Mercenary Group's belongings are no longer yours. If I want them, I'll take them myself. Tell me, what use is there in keeping you around now?"

  Hei Hu's heart suddenly turned cold, and he was stunned, unable to speak, only feeling his heart racing with fear.

  "Alright, take me to find my sister quickly. As long as she is safe and sound, not a single hair harmed, I won't lay a hand on you."

  "Hei Hu listened and was suddenly excited again, but he didn't dare to believe it and asked: "Young master, is what you said true?"

  Ning Chong nodded and said: "I swear in the name of Wushen that everything I say is true!"

  On the continent of Shenwu, the Martial God is the totemic deity of all martial artists. Therefore, making an oath in the name of the Martial God is a most solemn vow. If a martial artist violates this oath, they will often be plagued by heart demons and ultimately find it difficult to make progress on their martial path.

  Hei Hu then believed him and happily took Ning Chong to find Ning Jing.

  Before long, Hei Hu led Ning Chong to a locked room with a respectful attitude. With a flattering smile, Hei Hu said: "Young master, your sister is inside, please rest assured that we not only didn't make things difficult for her but also sent a serving maid to attend to her!"

  Ning Chong didn't bother with courtesy and directly shouted towards the side house: "Ning Jing, are you inside?"

  "Ah! Is... it really Ning Chong-ge?"

  Inside, a surprisingly quiet and extremely surprised voice was heard. Suddenly hearing Ning Chong's voice, she was so surprised that her way of addressing Ning Chong became even more intimate.

  Ning Chong nodded in response, it seemed that Hei Hu had not resorted to any tricks in order to save his own life.

  "Little master, I've already brought you to your sister, as agreed..."

  Hei Hu nodded again, but suddenly blurted out: "Black Tiger, you led the Black Tiger Mercenary Group to occupy Qingyang Town for over 30 years, and must have killed many people. I wonder if you can understand the feelings of those who were killed by you in their final moments?"

  Hei Hu immediately felt a sense of foreboding upon hearing these words, his body trembling as he stammered: "Young master, you're not...by the God of War..."

  Brush

  A flash of sword light, a head flew up, this shook the Qingyang Town, and the evil tyrant who had been entrenched in the Xuan Yuan mountain range for over 30 years finally met his retribution, dying under Ning Chong's sword.

  "I swore on the name of Bushin not to take your life with my own hands, so I used a sword."

  Ning Chong didn't forget to explain one sentence, but Hei Hu was no longer able to hear it. The headless corpse sprayed fresh blood and fell softly to the ground, devoid of any signs of life.