Chapter 15: Look Who I Am!

"No! Please, don't kill me, spare my life!"

"Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Just spare me, please!"

"Have mercy! I have elderly parents and young children to feed. They all depend on me."

Tan Zicheng looked up at Su Lang, who stood above him, holding a blood-stained Tang sword, and his entire body trembled in fright.

"They depend on you to murder innocent people to support them, right?"

Su Lang's smile remained unchanged. With a flick of his wrist, the crimson sword sliced down like lightning.

"No—!"

Tan Zicheng's last scream, full of tears and terror, was cut short. With a flash of the blade, his head was severed from his body.

"Shua!"

The saber returned to its scabbard.

Su Lang, a smirk playing on his lips, began to search for spoils of war.

Unexpectedly, he found 85 gold coins, some silver and copper coins, and weapons worth five or six gold coins on these mere body-tempering-stage opponents.

"How many body-tempering martial artists did they have to rob to get all this? Truly, they got what they deserved!"

Su Lang spat contemptuously on Tan Zicheng's corpse, then picked up his backpack and continued toward the Broken Axe Hunting Group's base.

Tan Zicheng's chosen path was indeed a shortcut, and it was very safe and secluded.

Two hours later, dark red thorns appeared in the distance.

"Bloodthirsty Thorns, unique to the F-rank Wind Wolf Zone. I've arrived!"

Su Lang slowed his pace, moving carefully in the shadows.

Although the Broken Axe Hunting Group would have posted sentries around their base, they would only be low-level figures, nothing to fear.

Carefully avoiding the thorns, Su Lang stealthily headed towards the center of the F-rank Wind Wolf Zone.

But soon, he sensed that something was wrong and stopped.

"Huh? Where is everyone?"

"And not even a single Wind Wolf, which are usually so common!"

"Right, Chu Gang mentioned that Dou Zhong and Cai Feng returned to the base this morning, taking a group of people with them."

"Considering the situation here, something must have happened at the Broken Axe Hunting Group's base!"

After some analysis, Su Lang's brows relaxed.

"Let's observe for a while."

Su Lang moved gracefully between the shadows.

Finally, after five minutes of walking, a tall arrow tower appeared ahead. On the tower stood a early-stage body-tempering martial artist dozing off.

"It's him!"

A cold glint flashed in Su Lang's eyes.

He recognized the man on the tower as one of the two bullies who had beaten his former self to death—Cai Feng!

"My mortal enemy!"

Su Lang's eyes narrowed, and a murderous aura enveloped him. He drew his Tang sword and approached the arrow tower.

Thanks to his past experience as a killer, Su Lang easily reached the tower's base and climbed the stairs.

Cai Feng, leaning on the railing, remained oblivious to the danger looming over him.

"Ah—!"

After a long yawn, Cai Feng checked his mechanical watch and perked up.

"Only ten more minutes till shift change, then I can have some real fun!"

Thinking of the commoner women at the base who were at his disposal, Cai Feng felt his whole body heat up.

But at that moment, he noticed a gleaming blade slowly emerging beneath his chin, and an icy chill along his neck.

Death!

In an instant, every hair on Cai Feng's body stood on end, and the heat within him was extinguished.

"Kneel, and be quiet if you want to live."

Su Lang's voice, cold as ice, rang out behind Cai Feng.

Cai Feng trembled and fell to his knees, fear etched on his face.

"Good! Look up, see who I am."

Su Lang, a cruel smile curving his lips, moved in front of Cai Feng.

Cai Feng lifted his rigid chin to look at Su Lang, his eyes widening in horror.

This person!

Wasn't he beaten to death just yesterday?

How could he be here? And how did he get to the outpost? Wasn't he just a commoner?

"How about that? Surprise? Shocked?"

Su Lang's mouth twisted into a strange, merciless grin.