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Although he held a weapon in his hand and appeared fierce, the trembling of his hands revealed the fear within him.
Even though he was out looking for someone, he secretly prayed that he would not encounter them, whether it was with the Corpse God Hall or the Black Witch Cult, it was none of his business. If he could no longer earn a stable living, he would escape, even if it meant leaving the Corpse God Hall or the Black Witch Cult.
However, his wish clearly did not come true, as Ye Mingshang's first target was him. It was not intentional; he could only blame his bad luck.
Swish!
As soon as the wind picked up, what might have been inconspicuous became alarming to him, as his nerves were so tightly wound that he was almost on edge.
This caused him to raise his head the moment Ye Mingshang moved.
Although he did not deliberately hide, the fact that the other party could see him surprised Ye Mingshang somewhat, but that was all.
He could not afford to show mercy.
Blood splattered everywhere; this Fellow, who had lived a life of caution and fear, ultimately could not escape the clutches of death.
Fear and unwillingness were etched on his face.
Thud!
First, his knees hit the ground, and after a brief pause, his entire body collapsed into a pool of blood.
Death did not come quickly; although he could no longer move, his consciousness lingered for a while. However, he could do nothing. He only saw the figure of the person who killed him.
A person with a stern face and an air of coldness, seemingly indifferent to the suffering of others.
Finally... he has died.
In a way, this is for the best...
He quietly closed his eyes and gradually fell into despair.
Closing his eyes was the last thing he could do.
As for the death of this person, Ye Mingshang merely glanced at it, thinking that the other party had sensed his presence.
Turning around, his body floated away lightly. He had other targets; his steps would never pause for just one person.
On the other side, several individuals were cautiously searching for traces of the enemy, unaware that one of their companions had already met an untimely end.
Is there still a signal to find the enemy?
Perhaps it works against ordinary people, but when the power gap is too great, they wouldn't even know how they died, let alone signal anything.
In fact, when both sides have a significant disparity in strength, strategy becomes useless. Since Ye Mingshang chose this place, their deaths were already destined and unavoidable.
Meanwhile, Daniu, with a fierce expression, gripped his weapon tightly and scanned his surroundings.
He was genuinely furious; his face was contorted with rage. His only and beloved younger brother had died in vain—how could he not hate?!
He hated not only himself for bringing his brother into the organization but also that executioner. He hated the demon that led his brother to death.
He hated so much that he ground his teeth, wishing he could tear that Fellow apart, wishing he could eat its flesh and gnaw on its bones.
His eyes were red, his head felt heavy, and he had lost all sense of reason.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by.
"Who!"
Daniu snapped back to reality, his eyes wide open.
Rustle!~
A small Squirrel quickly scurried out. Upon seeing someone, it hurriedly ran away, the grass crunching beneath its feet.
It was just a Squirrel.
Turning back, Daniu was about to continue searching when a cold face, Muran, appeared before him.
"Who?!"
Startled, Daniu jumped back a step.
Ye Mingshang looked at him calmly, his voice chilling.
"Weren't you looking for me? Didn't you want to kill me? Now that I'm here, why are you running away?"
"What! It's you!"
He momentarily froze in shock, then anger surged within him as he glared at the young man across from him.
"You killed my brother!"
"Since you know, what are you waiting for?"
Ye Mingshang's voice was calm and unruffled, but the more he remained composed, the angrier Daniu became.
His brother had been killed; how could Ye Mingshang be so calm? Why?!
Daniu's mind was roaring, and his mouth was roaring as well.
"How dare you take my beloved brother! I will turn you into a corpse; I will make you wish you were dead!"
Daniu looked truly heartbroken, and it seemed like Ye Mingshang was a demon intent on exterminating them without mercy.
However...
He squinted slightly, carefully sensing the trace of malevolence emanating from his opponent.
"This aura... at least ten people have died because of him."
Daniu charged forward, swinging his weapon with the intent to smash Ye Mingshang into a pulp.
The attack looked fierce, but it was completely ineffective. Ye Mingshang merely sidestepped and avoided it.
"Is it painful to lose your brother...?"
"Of course! He was my only brother! You bastard!!!" Daniu shouted as he swung his weapon wildly. In his near-madness, he had lost all reason and only wanted to kill the murderer of his brother, completely oblivious to the insurmountable gap between them.
Although he could kill his opponent in an instant, even allowing them to die without feeling a thing, just like those few people before, he did not do so.
"Do you hate it?"
"Hate the injustice of the world."
"Hate that there is no divine justice?"
"But when you kill others, don't they think the same? Why must they die?"
"But have you put down your knife?"
"No."
"They say good and evil will be rewarded, that heaven is watching."
Whether heaven is watching, he does not know, but his retribution has come.
He himself is their retribution.
"Since you love killing, let me make you feel death, let you experience despair."
This is what Ye Mingshang thinks in his heart.
"Are you this angry? Your brother didn't suffer at all when he died."
"He just died suddenly." While saying this, Ye Mingshang made a gesture, which made Daniu attack even more frantically.
"I want to kill you! I want to kill you! You demon who killed my brother!"
Listening to Daniu's roar, Ye Mingshang remained expressionless, neither happy nor sad.
"Are you that angry? Am I a demon? Perhaps. However, when you wield the butcher's knife against those poor souls, aren't you a demon to them as well?"
Though his voice was not loud, each word struck like a drumbeat, hitting hard against Daniu's heart.
I know I have killed people, not just enemies, but also civilians.
They begged for mercy, asking me to spare them, but I refused.
So what?
Their lives cannot compare to my brother's.
They are not worthy!
Seeing Daniu's state, Ye Mingshang lost interest in continuing the conversation.
This person is already broken.
(To be continued.)
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