Chapter 31

"Kill!"

In the drizzle, the execution ground turned into a battlefield of blood and screams. Blood splattered, and cries of killing echoed everywhere.

Yang Yu took a few steps back, seeing the chaos in the execution ground, but the area around Wang Fobao and the Iron Dragon was clear, as if everyone was making way for them.

It seemed that everyone was giving way to the two men.

"You little brat, give me back my brother's life!"

Amidst the roar, a red-eyed bandit swung his blade.

Yang Yu shook his shoulders, changed his stance, and wielded his blade so densely that it was impenetrable, retreating while fighting.

These bandits were all Blood Transformation Realm martial artists, and their progress seemed to be higher than his. They fought with extreme ferocity, each move a matter of life and death.

But Yang Yu's blade technique was mature and experienced. Despite the bandits' furious roars, he only retreated, never getting injured.

He even had the energy to scan the entire scene.

In the drizzle, the cries of killing filled the air.

Wang Fobao and the Iron Dragon faced each other from a distance. Suddenly, they both moved.

Bang!

Rainwater splashed, and the clash of blades and figures produced a series of metallic sounds, causing people around to scatter.

Wang Fobao held a long blade, his steps agile, moving like a ghost. The blade's light seemed to force the rain to stay in the air.

The Iron Dragon was exceptionally fierce, ignoring his severe injuries, and immediately unleashed his internal energy, fighting with all his might, forcing Wang Fobao to be on the defensive.

Outside the two, the execution ground was a scene of slaughter and cries.

Wang Fobao's subordinates, though only a few were in the Blood Transformation Realm, each held a bow and arrow, and were well-rested, quickly forcing the bandits into a corner.

"Wang Fobao!"

Suddenly, a low roar sounded.

The Iron Dragon, who was cornered by Wang Fobao, showed his ruthless side, not dodging, and took a direct blow from Wang Fobao's blade.

Blood splattered, his disheveled hair flew, and under his tattered clothes, it seemed like a python was moving, quickly traveling from his chest to his neck.

"Lion Roar Technique? You really mastered it?"

Wang Fobao's eyelids twitched, he took a step back, covered his ears, and warned:

"Cover your ears!"

But it was too late.

Except for Yang Yu, who saw the danger and followed suit, the other constables were still in the heat of battle and didn't think of this move.

Just as Wang Fobao's voice sounded,

A loud explosion echoed in the execution ground.

Yang Yu stared in shock, seeing a compressed air mass being expelled from the Iron Dragon's mouth.

Then,

Bang!

It was like a thunderclap.

Centered on the Iron Dragon, the mud and water within a few feet were scattered, and the wind from the explosion swept across half the execution ground.

The constables, caught off guard, were struck as if by lightning, their eardrums bleeding, and their weapons flying out of their hands. If the bandits hadn't also scattered,

They would have been killed in an instant.

Even so, the constables were dazed.

Even from a distance of twenty to thirty meters, Wang Fobao, who was directly in the line of fire, trembled, blood gushing from his ears and nose!

But he didn't retreat; instead, he advanced, charging through the sudden gale, his long blade flashing with a cold, deadly intent.

With this sudden attack, his exposed skin turned blood red.

The blood from his mouth and nose was blown into the air.

But his eyes were red, and with all his might, he sliced the hardened bandit from his skull to his groin, splitting him in two!

"Second Brother!"

Amidst the mournful cries, the bandits went berserk, rushing forward to fight to the death.

The bandit fighting Yang Yu also had his eyes red with rage, hacking and slashing at Yang Yu without regard for his own life.

"It's over..."

Yang Yu retreated several steps, then suddenly leaped, using the Wind Chasing Step to circle around to the bandit's side, his arm and blade level, slicing his throat.

"Second Brother, Second Brother!"

The bandits roared in fury.

Only the scar-faced bandit, his face twisted, roared and pulled the two closest brothers, turning to run:

"Wang Fobao, I, Black Mountain, will never rest until I have your head!"

"You won't escape!"

Wang Fobao, his face covered in blood, which the rain couldn't wash away, turned and stepped forward to chase.

But the other bandits, as if determined to die, rushed forward, even though no one could withstand Wang Fobao's second strike, they fought to the death.

By the time Wang Fobao killed the bandits, the three had already escaped without a trace.

The drizzle washed away everything, even the footprints were gone.

"Chase!"

Wang Fobao's cold eyes swept over the pained faces of the constables, and he gave a low command, leading the way.

The other constables, pale-faced, gritted their teeth and followed.

The execution ground was now a scene of blood and carnage, with dozens of bodies and severed limbs, the stench overwhelming, even the rain couldn't wash it away.

Everywhere was a scene of desolation and silence.

"Terrible..."

Wang Kui, pale-faced, crawled out from a corner, looking at the blood and severed limbs, unable to stop retching.

The other few surviving constables and soldiers also looked grim.

"Wu Liu? He's dead too..."

Looking at Wu Liu, who lay in a pool of blood with his throat cut, Yang Yu fell silent, feeling the fragility of life.

People who were talking just moments ago could turn into corpses in an instant; who could remain unaffected?

"Terrible, terrible."

Wang Kui couldn't stand up, leaning against the wall, almost vomiting his bile.

Poor him, though he was an executioner, he had never seen such a terrifying execution ground.

"I wonder if Head Constable Wang can catch the remaining bandits?"

Yang Yu had some concerns, involuntarily gripping his blade.

Only then did he understand the true meaning of "making a living" as Old Wei had said.

The world may be vast, but without the strength to protect oneself, one could die at any moment on the street. In times of chaos, a sword is more valuable than life.

The rain stopped, and the sky cleared.

The execution supervisor, who had been hiding somewhere, stood up and called for a few constables to clean the execution ground.

Yang Yu helped Wang Kui out of the execution ground.

The prisoners had already been killed in the first moments of the prison break, so there was no need for them to carry out the execution.

Of course, a few other executioners had also died.

These days, one shouldn't be too dedicated...

After sending the boneless Wang Kui home and washing the blood off his body, changing into clean clothes, Yang Yu returned.

By then, the city was under martial law, with many constables and constables rushing about, searching house by house with portraits.

Yang Yu glanced at the abstract portraits, his eyes twitching.

Outside the execution ground, Wang Fobao's face was dark, filled with sorrow, as the bodies were carried out in a haphazard manner.

"Go to the yamen to claim your reward later."

Wang Fobao, unable to bear the sight, said hoarsely to Yang Yu and turned to leave.

"Will you continue as a jailer?"

Yang Yu asked.

Wang Fobao paused:

"I'll give you ten days off."

"What is in Black Mountain Prison that these bandits would risk so much to break in?"

Rubbing his temples, Yang Yu felt a headache, thinking as he walked towards the execution ground.

The yamen offered rewards; killing bandits could earn rewards, and a Blood Transformation Realm bandit's head was worth at least twenty taels of silver.

But,

Rewards are rewards, and spoils are spoils.