Chapter 126: Slaying

As a soft sound emerged from behind, a fierce surge of energy suddenly appeared behind Hemong. Sensing the overwhelming force of this energy, Hemong’s face changed, and he stomped his foot, letting out an angry roar. His bare back quickly turned pale.

“Eight Extremes Collapse!” The cold shout in his heart made Xiao Yan’s fist tighten abruptly. The smooth sleeves flapped violently under the intense surge of energy. As he pulled back his fist, he thrust it forward, and within the short distance, the fierce power carried by the fist created a sharp whistling sound as it broke through the air.

The sharp whistling sound coming from behind startled Hemong, his face filled with shock. Could this seemingly frail young man have honed his pure physical body to such an extent?

“Clang!”

A crisp sound echoed slowly within the tent, lingering for a long time, incredibly grating on the ears.

Xiao Yan, with a cold expression, slammed his right fist into the center of Hemong’s back. A powerful surge of energy leaking from his foot directly blasted a half-foot-deep pit in the ground beneath his feet.

“Crack…”

A faint sound accompanied by thin cracks gradually spread across Hemong’s back. However, in an instant, it was suppressed by the surging battle energy within Hemong’s body.

“I told you, with your strength, you can’t break my defense!” Slowly turning around, Hemong sneered.

“That might not be so certain…” Xiao Yan smiled lightly, retracting his hand from Hemong’s back. The corner of his mouth lifted, and he said softly, “Explode!”

“Boom…”

A dull sound erupted from within Hemong’s body. The smile on his face quickly froze, replaced by a terrified look.

“Pfft.”

A mouthful of blood mixed with shattered organs spewed from Hemong’s mouth. His once rigid body collapsed, going limp.

Looking at the rapidly lifeless corpse, Xiao Yan indifferently wiped his hands and then turned to leave slowly.

…

Morning sunlight spilled from the horizon, filtering through the branches, casting sparse light on the quiet camp below. In the silent camp, some unconscious mercenaries suddenly opened their eyes in confusion, slowly sitting up and looking at each other. After a while, the mercenaries, now awake from their sleep, jolted in alarm, quickly getting to their feet, looking around the silent camp, and then gripping their weapons, they rushed towards the tent in the middle of the camp.

“Third Captain!”

Standing outside the tent, a mercenary shouted loudly, but there was no response. After waiting quietly for a moment, a sense of unease arose in the hearts of all the mercenaries. One mercenary, taking the lead, cut the tent’s flap with a large knife in his hand.

As the flap slowly fell, the scene inside finally appeared before everyone’s eyes. Inside the tent, Hemong lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes wide open, his face still frozen in a look of terror. On the ground, a pool of thickened blood continuously stimulated the hearts of the already shocked mercenaries.

“Third Captain… was killed!?”

Staring at the tragic scene inside the tent, many mercenaries paled and collapsed, their faces drained of color.

“Third Captain Hemong of the Wolf-Head Mercenary Group was killed!”

“Rumor has it that the one who did it is the young man they were offering a bounty for.”

“Hehe, according to inside information, that young man named Xiao Yan has already killed nearly twenty members of the Wolf-Head group.”

“Tsk tsk. The Wolf-Head Mercenary Group is really losing face this time, being so humiliated by a youth under twenty. Haha, I wonder how Moushe will ever have the nerve to be arrogant again?”

In just one afternoon, news of the third captain of the Wolf-Head Mercenary Group being killed by Xiao Yan spread throughout the town. Instantly, countless mocking and curious gazes were directed towards the silent Wolf-Head Mercenary Group.

In a quiet small room, listening to the maid’s report outside the door, the white-robed woman, who was carefully mixing medicinal powder, trembled slightly, and the configuration of the medicinal powder in the small bottle failed instantly.

Shaking her head gently, the white-robed woman carefully put down the small bottle, her clear eyes flickering, and a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face. “Xiao Yan actually took revenge?”

Smoothing out her white dress, Little Healer Immortal sat down gracefully on a chair, then took out a colorful scroll from her inner clothes, stroking it gently. “Being able to kill Hemong means Xiao Yan is at least an eight-star fighter now, right? Such a terrifying cultivation speed, it’s only been a few months…”

“Miss, Mr. Yao wants to see you.” A soft voice came from outside the door.

Hearing this, Little Healer Immortal frowned slightly. Mr. Yao was the head of the Ten Thousand Medicines Hall. Recently, since rumors had spread about the Wolf-Head Mercenary Group, this man had often come to see her, and his purpose was obvious.

“Let him in,” she sighed helplessly, tucking the colorful scroll away. Regardless of what, she was currently under someone else’s roof, and she couldn’t afford to disrespect her host.

“Hello, Miss Little Healer Immortal, how have you been recently?” Soon after, a man in an expensive robe walked into the room, smiling at her.

Lifting her eyes, she looked at the middle-aged man in front of her, nodding slightly, and stood up, turning to pour two cups of tea on the table beside her.

Sitting on the chair, Mr. Yao watched as Little Healer Immortal bent her graceful figure, his gaze eventually fixed on her slender waist, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

In the moment she turned, Mr. Yao timely withdrew his wandering gaze. Holding the teacup, he placed it lightly on the table, and Little Healer Immortal, with a slight parting of her lips, asked softly, “Mr. Yao, is there something you need?”

“Ha ha,” he laughed, holding the teacup with both hands, feeling the warmth left by the beauty’s hand. Rubbing the cup unnoticeably, he sipped it and smiled, “I’m sure you’ve heard about that Xiao Yan, right?”

“Yes,” she replied, her face remaining calm, no change in her expression.

“Were you with him when you went into the cave to search for treasure?” Mr. Yao’s eyes flickered, and he suddenly smiled.

“Mr. Yao, I think you might be mistaken,” she shook her head, smiling lightly. “I did indeed travel with Xiao Yan, but it was because I almost fell off a cliff while collecting herbs, and he just happened to help me. As for the cave treasure, sorry, we didn’t find anything. But I did hear that the Wolf-Head Mercenary Group left us during the escort, perhaps they found something.”

“If Mr. Yao is interested in the treasure, why not join the leaders of the other two major mercenary groups and go to the Wolf-Head Mercenary Group to see what they brought back?” she suggested with a smile.

Mr. Yao’s face changed slightly, then he laughed, “Just a casual question, ha ha. Since you know Xiao Yan, if you see him again, you can tell him to come to our Ten Thousand Medicines Hall. Although the Wolf-Head Mercenary Group is strong, we are not afraid of them.”

“If the opportunity arises, I will convey the message, but I only met him by chance. Don’t place too much hope on it,” she said casually.

“Ha ha, alright, I won’t bother you anymore, I’ll go out and do some things,” he nodded, chatted with her for a bit more, and then left.

Watching the door slowly close, Little Healer Immortal glanced at the teacup he had drunk from, muttering softly, “It seems he hasn’t given up yet. Sigh, I hope you don’t do anything that disappoints me. Though I’m not very strong, do you really think you can drink my tea carelessly?”

Her jade fingers lightly tapped the green tea, her mind flashing to the black-shirted young man. Little Healer Immortal’s red lips curled up, “You are the first man to share hard times with me. Don’t let yourself be defeated in this small Qing Shan Town…”

…

In the somber main hall, a lifeless corpse lay in the center. Looking at the corpse, it was none other than Third Captain Hemong, who had been killed by Xiao Yan.

Gazing at Hemong’s corpse, everyone in the hall remained silent, not daring to make a sound, for they could already sense the cold and murderous intent emanating from the man at the head of the hall.

“I will tear that little bastard to pieces!” Mu She stared at Hemong’s corpse with bloodshot eyes, his teeth grinding together, his voice suppressing a raging anger.

Looking at the cold corpse beside him, a look of shock and horror flashed through Mu Li’s narrowed eyes. Just a few months ago, this boy who had been chased all over the mountains by him had grown to such a degree?

As the third strongest in the mercenary group, Mu Li knew Hemong’s strength well. And yet, this powerhouse, whom even he feared, had been eliminated by a boy under twenty…

This somewhat surreal reality stirred a fear and even more violent killing intent in Mu Li’s heart toward the boy.

This enemy… must be exterminated by any means!

Slowly raising his head and locking eyes with Mu She, the father and son, both with similar dispositions, had their eyes filled with a surge of murderous intent.

“Xiao Yan being able to kill Hemong means his strength should also be around eight stars. Moreover, Hemong possessed a high-level yellow-grade rock attribute technique and two high-level yellow-grade fighting techniques. Even among his peers, his strength would be considered formidable. Yet, he was still killed by Xiao Yan. It seems that guy must have even higher-level techniques and fighting techniques than Hemong!” Mu She’s voice was laced with a hint of coldness.

“Starting tomorrow, all members above the five-star fighter level must remove their Wolf-Head badges and disguise themselves as freelance mercenaries. Form groups of five and enter the Magic Beast Mountains. If anyone finds any trace of Xiao Yan, use a bamboo whistle to contact!”

Mu She’s face was stern as he issued the orders.

“Yes!” The crowd below responded in unison.

“I don’t believe that little scoundrel can escape my grasp!” Mu She clenched his fists slowly, a cold smile spreading across his face.

“Little bastard, your days of running rampant are over!”