Chapter 98 of 100

Chapter 98: Repaying Debts!

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Under the cover of a dark and stormy night, the forest near the county town was filled with the howls of wild beasts, sending shivers down one's spine!

In a deep, dark alley of the county town, the path ahead seemed particularly long. Although it wasn't the first time Liu Yong and Jin Biao had ventured out under the cover of night to engage in such underhanded deeds, they were still slightly nervous.

"Second Young Master, I heard you used to cultivate in a sect near Luo Yun City. Why did you suddenly return a while ago?" In the darkness, Jin Biao tried to ease the tension by striking up a conversation with Liu Yong, hoping to curry favor with the long-lost Second Young Master of the county magistrate.

Unfortunately, the topic he brought up seemed to have touched a sore spot for their Second Young Master. Liu Yong remained silent for a long time, and after a prolonged silence, he finally responded indifferently, "That sect's reputation was overrated. The cultivation conditions were far from satisfactory to this Young Master. After a few years, I found it uninteresting and left..."

Clearly, Liu Yong, despite his thick skin, found it inconvenient to mention the betrayal of the sect. Moreover, certain experiences in the Flowing Cloud Sect had always been a source of shame and a stain on Liu Yong's pride. Although he had likely killed that boy, the fact that he had been forced to flee back to Qingyuan County in such a humiliating manner had always gnawed at him.

For Liu Yong, everything had been perfect. If Lin Hai, his senior brother, hadn't died, and if the subsequent events hadn't occurred, he would still be thriving in the Flowing Cloud Sect, even with the chance to become a personal disciple of one of the five elders. He wouldn't have to return to this remote place and endure the disdain of his father, the county magistrate, and his elder brother, the commander.

However, with the appearance of that person, everything turned to nothing. The "unjust death" of that person did nothing to alleviate Liu Yong's hatred; on the contrary, it had transformed into deep-seated resentment and hatred!

To this day, Liu Yong still deeply regretted not being able to deal with that person personally. As for the destruction of the Flowing Cloud Sect, to be honest, Liu Yong felt no remorse, and there was even a hint of subconscious satisfaction.

In recent days, every time he dreamed of that person's impressive performance in the sect competition, Liu Yong would wake up in a fit of resentment. Each time this happened, he would smile with a twisted grin, deliberately recalling the scenes of the Flowing Cloud Sect's elders and disciples being brutally slaughtered. Because those elders had always favored that person, Liu Yong's hatred had extended to them. The more Liao Yan and others favored that boy, the more gratified Liu Yong felt about the sect's downfall...

With such a twisted and complex mindset, Liu Yong naturally couldn't share that sense of satisfaction with anyone, just as he couldn't reveal the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of that person.

Now, hearing someone mention those things, Liu Yong naturally felt displeased.

"Ha ha, that's really a pity..." At this moment, Jin Biao seemed to realize that his question was not well-received by the Second Young Master. He chuckled awkwardly and wisely stopped pressing the issue.

...

"Whoosh!"

However, just as they were about to reach the end of the alley, a dark figure suddenly appeared, a long sword slowly descending, its blade gleaming coldly in the night.

"Who?!"

Seeing this, Jin Biao and the few attendants around Liu Qi's eyes widened in shock. The silhouette in the darkness gave them a sense of familiarity, as if they had seen it somewhere before.

"It's... you?!!"

Liu Yong's face turned pale with terror. The figure was too familiar; he would never forget it. Even in the dim light, Liu Yong immediately recognized the person by instinct and the familiar aura. At that moment, Liu Yong felt as if he had seen a ghost. His face was ashen, and his eyes were filled with disbelief. Hadn't that person been killed by the Netherworld Palace? How could he be here? Could it be that his vengeful spirit had returned to seek revenge?

A series of questions made Liu Yong almost lose his nerve, and he had an urge to run away. Whether the person was human or ghost, the impact on his mind was immense. Scenes from the sect competition flashed through his mind, and Liu Yong's face turned deathly pale, as if he had encountered a fearsome demon.

His face was pale, and he was so frightened that he forgot he wasn't alone. Around him were over twenty skilled men from the county government, including several at the Sixth and Seventh Levels of the Blood Fusion Realm!

"Kill! Whoever dares to play tricks in front of us, kill without mercy!"

On the other side, after a brief moment of shock, Jin Biao and the others regained their composure. With Jin Biao's order, over twenty weapons were drawn, and a wave of bloodthirsty intent surged as they charged at the slender figure.

Their mission was to snatch someone for Young Master Liu Qi, and their movements must remain secret. The appearance of the slender figure had disrupted their plans. To prevent any leaks, the figure, regardless of who it was, was already a dead man in Jin Biao's eyes.

"Kill!"

The dark figure at the alley's entrance was none other than Shen Chen, who had been following them. Without any unnecessary words, he unsheathed his sword and struck mercilessly!

At this moment, Shen Chen's eyes were already bloodshot, and his golden sword had yet to taste blood. The scenes of the Flowing Cloud Sect disciples' tragic deaths replayed in his mind, fueling an unquenchable hatred that could only be washed away with the blood of his enemies.

Earlier, Shen Chen had deliberately sought out the dungeon filled with various torture instruments, fearing that the white-eyed wolf would die too quickly.

Now, facing these insignificant lackeys, Shen Chen held nothing back. With over 90,000 pounds of terrifying bloodline power coursing through his body, his movements were so fast that he vanished in the darkness. Each sword strike was like a slash through the night, terrifying and incomparable!

"Ah!"

"Ah—"

"Ah..."

One after another, cries of agony echoed. This was not a fair fight but a brutal slaughter. Shen Chen's sword, powered by immense force, seemed plain and unremarkable, but each strike was a perfect blend of power, speed, and precision. Wherever the blade cut, it left no wounds, only... severed limbs and dismembered bodies!

Ten breaths!

In just ten breaths, the dark alley fell silent once more.

The moon slowly emerged from the clouds, casting a pale light on the street. The ground was littered with severed limbs and rolling heads, the cuts clean and smooth. Many faces still bore frozen expressions, and the entire street was a scene of chaos!

"Ha ha, Brother Liu Yong, it's been a while. No need to rush off so quickly..."

Shen Chen stepped forward through the blood and severed limbs, a faint smile on his face. His voice was calm, as if greeting an old friend, but beneath the calm, there was a hint of impending bloodshed, ready to turn this place into a hell on earth!

Liu Yong had already fled, but Shen Chen did not immediately chase after him. He followed step by step.

A few streets ahead, Liu Yong's legs and body were trembling with fear. He was running, but each step was incredibly difficult. The fear and despair were overwhelming, and the scene he had just witnessed had shattered the little courage and will he had left.

Although he had run far, Shen Chen's laughter echoed in his ears like a demonic sound. At that moment, Liu Yong felt a deep regret for even being born, such was the level of despair!

The next moment, a dark figure, like a ghost, slowly appeared before him. Shen Chen had arrived. Despite Liu Yong's recent advancement to the Fourth Level of the Blood Fusion Realm, he was no match for Shen Chen, who had refined his bloodline power to the peak of his physical body and possessed the Shadow Fox Step.

"Don't... don't... don't kill me..."

Seeing Shen Chen again, Liu Yong's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, his eyes filled with boundless fear and despair.

"Hmm, I won't kill you..."

Shen Chen approached, a sinister smile on his face.

Hearing this, Liu Yong's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope, but before he could fully rejoice, the hope froze. The demonic figure was already before him.

Shen Chen indeed did not kill the white-eyed wolf on the spot. He sheathed his sword and, in a swift motion, lifted Liu Yong as if he were a chicken.

This action instantly turned Liu Yong's last shred of hope into despair. Although he didn't know what Shen Chen intended to do, being carried like a dead dog meant his fate would be miserable.

Without hesitation, Liu Yong's eyes hardened, and he raised his hand to strike his own head, intending to commit suicide!

"Want to kill yourself... ha ha, you're thinking too much..."

However, before his hand could reach his head, a cold laugh echoed in his ears. The next moment, a powerful force surged through his veins, severing them all!

"Ah—" Liu Yong screamed like a pig being slaughtered, his face contorted in pain. Even the chance to take his own life was cruelly denied by Shen Chen. With his veins severed, he could no longer move.

With Shen Chen's current peak bloodline power, even without using blood qi, a single strike was enough to kill a fierce beast. Liu Yong had no chance of ending his own life in Shen Chen's hands.

Holding Liu Yong, Shen Chen suddenly quickened his pace and disappeared at the end of the street, heading straight for the county government's dungeon...

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