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Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Revenge, Annihilation!
Ouyang Song did not know if his son was buried in the fire. His heart was in torment as he thrust his sword into Zhan Xincheng’s chest.
Zhan Xincheng could not believe it as he looked down at the blood on his chest, and fell into a pool of blood.
Ouyang Song wanted to seize the chance to flee. Cui Hao’s men were either dead or injured, leaving just a dozen or so to protect him, and he did not stop them.
Ouyang Song limped to his room and, through the charred window, saw his son who had been burned to death inside.
Ouyang Song let out a long howl to the sky and broke down in tears; his son had been killed by someone!
His gaze fell upon his son in the room, and he closed his eyes in despair. He was without an heir!
He had many enemies in the martial world and did not know who had come for revenge. He vowed to retaliate but quickly assessed that he should not tarry here any longer; just as he sank into deep thought.
Whiz! An arrow flew straight through Ouyang Song’s neck, a shot to the throat!
As he fell, another arrow struck his chest.
Ouyang Song, Sect Master of the most powerful sect in Nanjin, was dead on the spot!
Zhan Lan withdrew the arrow in her hand.
The Silver-faced Fox, shocked, looked towards Zhan Lan, "Miss, what a good shot!"
From a hundred steps away, she easily shot an arrow into a warrior’s body!
"Let’s go, we shouldn’t stay here long. We shall meet again!" Zhan Lan slung her bow and arrow on her back, and they parted ways.
The Silver-faced Fox admired Zhan Lan’s retreating figure, lifted the corners of his mouth slightly, and whispered to himself, "Impressive, next time I must get a good look at your face!"
Zhan Lan arrived at the rendezvous point previously agreed with Xiao Chen, and she alone reached the back mountain, meeting Swordsman Qin Ming at the entrance of the cave, whom she had snatched from Si Jun’s hands.
A black Soul Chasing Sword was fastened at Qin Ming’s waist, with intricate characters engraved on the blade.
"Master!" Qin Ming, surprised at first, quickly regained his composure upon seeing Zhan Lan.
He was meeting such a beautiful and valiant woman for the first time.
As they walked inside, Qin Ming, concealing his excitement, said, "Thank you, Master, for arranging care for my mother."
"How is your mother’s recovery?" Zhan Lan looked at Qin Ming.
Qin Ming blushed under the gaze of such a beautiful Miss and said, "Thank you for your concern, Master, my mother’s health has improved greatly."
"That’s good." Zhan Lan nodded at Qin Ming; his strength was formidable, being the current deputy leader of the Dark Night Organization.
Together they entered the dungeon, where Xiao Chen stood with hands clasped behind his back, looking at the person imprisoned.
The captive was disheveled, with hands and feet locked in iron chains.
His hair was grey, and he was laughing maniacally at Zhan Lan as she entered the dungeon, "Miss, I don’t recall us having any grudges!"
Zhan Lan said solemnly, "Lu Zhentian, as a man sows, so shall he reap. You must pay for your deeds."
The Great Elder squinted his eyes. He had just escaped from the sect and was stopped on the way by several people.
Moreover, his Golden Core had been switched, and while it seemed like he was recovering physically, he had no strength left and was thrown into the dungeon.
Zhan Lan looked around at the instruments of torture in the dungeon, with blood-stained Wolf Fang Clubs, worn whips, the wooden horses with numerous spikes...
Zhan Lan recalled how Zhan Rui, in her previous life, must have been tortured in such a dungeon. She felt as if her heart was being lacerated; how could this demon have been so cruel to such a small child!
Zhan Lan’s throat tightened as she entered the dungeon, picked up a whip, and relentlessly lashed it onto the Great Elder.
The whip with barbs tore open the elder’s weathered skin instantly!
"Who... exactly are you?" the Great Elder struggled to rise and fell again.
Zhan Lan beat Lu Zhentian harshly with the whip until her arm tingled, but she still felt it was not enough.
Those children she had saved from him, tormented by this old monster until they were no longer human-like, some girls would never walk again, some had their eyes gouged out, some were robbed of their fertility...
Zhan Lan’s eyes were bloodshot, her chest heaving with tumultuous rage. She recalled how, in her past life, Zhan Rui was tortured to death by the person before her eyes. Her hatred burned fiercely like an unrestrained inferno, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Zhan Lan looked back at the Hidden Guard and gave the order, "Let him experience each of these torture devices in turn. Then, carve his flesh and strip his bones bit by bit, cut out his tongue, gouge out his eyes, and seal him in a pottery jar to be made into a human pig, and send him to the black market!"
"Yes, Master!"
Several Hidden Guards approached the Great Elder.
In the black market, there existed exceedingly perverse clients who took delight in tormenting such deformed beings. The Great Elder had visited and knew deeply that those clients’ methods were even more cruel than his own.
For example, they would slice open the skin to let insects burrow inside, heal the wounds only to cut them open again and pour in chili-infused water, or use a person as a urine pot, among other inhumane tortures...
He trembled all over as if he was targeted by a venomous snake.
At this moment, Lu Zhentian truly felt fear. The woman before him seemed beautiful, yet she was like the deadly flower of the netherworld on the path to the Yellow Springs, her methods viciously ruthless.
"No... just kill me!"
Lu Zhentian’s screams echoed throughout the entire dungeon, but there was no one who could save him.
After the time it took for an incense stick to burn out, Zhan Lan watched as her subordinates, covered in the Great Elder’s blood, emerged from the dungeon. Only then did the hatred in her heart subside a little.
The Great Elder was covered in blood, his hands and feet severed, his tongue cut out, his eyes gouged, and his body stuffed into a pottery jar, with his grotesque head and upper body exposed outside.
He wailed in the darkness, but could no longer utter a word as he was taken to the black market.
Zhan Lan walked out of the cave, looking into the distance where the Heavenly Slaughter Sect was ablaze in a sea of fire.
Qin Ming reported: "Master, Cui Hao heard something and hurriedly led a dozen people to escape down the mountain via a small path. Our men took advantage of the chaos to exterminate the Heavenly Slaughter Sect. The Hidden Guards are quickly withdrawing; a large contingent of government troops are heading towards the Heavenly Slaughter Sect!"
Zhan Lan’s cheeks were red with cold, but she felt a surge of emotion, not feeling the chill at all.
She wiped the blood off her sword with snow at the entrance of the cave. Suddenly, a flurry of big snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
The snowflakes landed on the sword blade, turning into red crystal flowers. Zhan Lan looked up at the heavy snowfall and said to the Hidden Guard: "Everyone, take the back mountain path to return!"
"Yes, Master!" The Hidden Guards, well-trained, quickly left with Zhan Lan.
...
Led by the Vermilion Bird, the Xingtian Department arrived at the Heavenly Slaughter Sect.
At the foot of the mountain, they saw the Heavenly Slaughter Sect engulfed in raging flames. By the time they arrived at the sect entrance, the entire sect had been reduced to ruins.
The large snowflakes continued to fall, covering the sect in a river of blood. It was the first time Vermilion Bird saw red snow.
He searched around, finding no survivors.
As he was about to leave the sect, he heard a groan from the pile of corpses: "Save me..."
The Xingtian Department members turned over the bodies and found a middle-aged man covered in blood.
His face was deathly pale, desperately grasping the other’s hand: "Save me, I am Zhan Xincheng..."
Vermilion Bird glanced at him, recognizing him as Zhan Xincheng from the second branch of Zhan Family.
Upon checking him, he found that Zhan Xincheng had severe injuries; the sword stab to his chest had missed the heart, barely sparing his life.
However, with multiple wounds and excessive blood loss, even if he managed to get down the mountain, he wouldn’t live for long.
This man was, after all, from Miss Zhan’s family. Thus he commanded, "Some of you, take him back. Send him to the General Mansion!"
"Yes!"
Vermilion Bird looked towards the path leading down the mountain, ordering: "The rest of you, follow me on the small path to capture Cui Hao!"
"Yes, leader!"
...
Meanwhile, Cui Hao, who was hurrying down the mountain on the small path, was frantic with anxiety; he had just received a message from the Protector of his household that something had happened at home!
Cui Ying was seated in a swaying palanquin, being carried by others. Seeing her father’s gloomy expression, she quietly asked, "Father, has something happened?"
