A Man Whose Heart Had Long Since Died, His Great Vengeance Fulfilled!

Yet the man's curses did not seem to provoke the Young Man across from him. Instead, the Young Man looked utterly bewildered.

"Who are you?"

Clearly, the Young Man had not recognized him.

Seeing that the other party had forgotten him, the man surnamed Zhang let out a bitter laugh.

So, in the other man's heart, ruining his daughter and his revenge were nothing more than trivial matters?

It was like crushing an ant by the roadside—he had not given it a second thought.

On the other hand, the Young Man's four guards recognized the man surnamed Zhang and immediately became vigilant.

One of the guards even spoke up, loudly warning his Young Master.

"Young Master, he's the one who attacked you three years ago!"

"Zhang Heng!"

The Young Man froze when he heard that name, then suddenly came to a realization not long after.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly. As though he had remembered something, a teasing smile appeared on his face.

"Oh!"

"So it's you, you old bastard!"

"You worthless piece of trash has been wanted by the authorities for so long, yet you're still not dead?"

So he was that little wench's old bastard of a father.

As the Young Man recalled the matter, he also remembered that tender, beautiful little wench from back then.

He had seized her off the street and taken her back to his residence, where he had toyed with her to his heart's content. Especially that look on her face, worse than death itself—it had stirred up the Young Man's vile urges.

But later, that little wench had actually escaped and hanged herself.

That had deprived him of such entertaining amusement for a time, and even earned him a scolding from the old Master at home.

He had thrown a huge tantrum over it.

He had merely played a lowly maid to death. What was the big deal?

That damned lowly maid should have counted herself lucky to be toyed with by this Young Master. In the end, she had even caused him to be confined by his own Master for an entire day.

"You old bastard, instead of hiding in some corner and clinging to life, you actually had the nerve to come back and seek out this Young Master."

As he looked at Zhang Heng across from him, a trace of anger surfaced on the Young Man's sinister face.

"However, since you old bastard dared to appear before this Young Master, then this Young Master will show mercy and send you on your way!"

"Kill him!"

The Young Man raised a hand and waved it forward, signaling for his four guards to kill Zhang Heng.

"Yes, Young Master!"

"You little beast aren't dead yet, so how could I dare die first?"

The moment Zhang Heng finished speaking, two burly men ahead rushed forward in several great strides, fully unleashing the martial aura of peak Flesh Refining.

With dense killing intent, the two burly men swung their broadswords without the slightest hesitation, chopping down with all their strength at Zhang Heng's crown.

Zhang Heng sneered and stood motionless, as though he had not seen the two burly men move at all.

Bang!

With a muffled impact, the two burly men were sent flying in the blink of an eye, their bodies smashing into the walls on either side like cannonballs.

The incomparably hard walls shattered instantly upon impact, and the men crashed heavily onto the ground.

Amid the thunderous sound of their landing, the two burly men were struck by agonizing pain and began wailing on the ground.

"Ah!"

In the next instant, the two previously ferocious burly men passed out from pain and lay motionless amid the broken stones.

The remaining two guards in the distance froze, then immediately reacted, staring in horror at the mysterious man beside Zhang Heng.

The Young Man, who had been watching the spectacle with amusement, could no longer remain composed. At last, a few traces of fear appeared on his face.

He might have been a wastrel, but that did not mean he was a fool.

He did it!

Where had this martial arts expert come from? He was so powerful!

Even they had not seen the man move. In the space of a single breath, he had effortlessly dealt with two Flesh Refining martial artists.

A Bone Refining Realm martial artist?

At that thought, one of the guards hurriedly shielded the Young Master behind him and shouted anxiously.

"Young Master, be careful! The other party is a Bone Refining Realm expert!"

Then, the guard clasped his hands in salute toward the silent mysterious man beside Zhang Heng.

"Senior, we are men of the County Magistrate's residence. My Young Master is the County Magistrate's nephew."

"I hope Senior will show regard for the County Magistrate and refrain from interfering in this matter.

"If Senior leaves now, then I believe the County Magistrate will not hold today's events against you. Otherwise..."

The guard did not finish his sentence, but anyone who was not an idiot could hear the obvious threat in his words.

A mere Bone Refining Realm martial artist was nothing more than a minor figure before the County Magistrate.

He did not believe that, after hearing the County Magistrate's name, the other party would still dare attack them.

Yet when they came back to their senses, the mysterious man who had been standing before Zhang Heng had already vanished without a trace.

Just as the group was about to breathe a sigh of relief, believing the mysterious man had been frightened away by the County Magistrate's name—

Suddenly, a towering black shadow covered their bodies.

This was the last thought that surfaced in their minds.

He hadn't left. He was behind us!

The two guards were just about to turn and defend themselves when the next second, a fierce blow struck their necks. Their vision went black, and they lost consciousness, collapsing into a dead faint.

Only the Young Man remained, standing alone where he was, looking dazed and despondent.

After doing all this, the mysterious man gave Zhang Heng, standing in the distance, one final deep look.

Then, with a kick of his feet, the mysterious man leaped high into the air. After several bounds, he sped into the distance until he disappeared from sight.

Naturally, this mysterious man was Lu Xuan.

As Lu Xuan raced away, the heart in his chest that had long lain silent unexpectedly stirred with an almost imperceptible ripple.

Zhang Heng's choice left Lu Xuan somewhat moved.

The battle just now had made an enormous commotion and had already drawn the attention of the people nearby. They would likely arrive there soon.

Zhang Heng could originally have quickly dealt with that Young Man and still had time to flee the scene.

Yet he had chosen to remain, choosing to slowly torment the Young Man to death and giving up his own chance of survival.

What Lu Xuan did not know was that Zhang Heng had long since harbored the will to die. The moment his daughter died, he had already died with her.

The only reason he had clung to life was to wait for this day to come.

"Hehehe!"

"You little beast, come down to hell with me."

With a savage expression, Zhang Heng looked at the Young Man whose limbs he had broken and burst into hearty laughter.

The Young Man possessed only beginner Flesh Refining strength. Moreover, he spent his days indulging in brothels and pleasure houses, so his cultivation was like a castle in the air—unable to withstand a single blow.

Before Zhang Heng's peak Flesh Refining strength, he could not even block one move.

"Ah!"

"Spare me!"

"I was wrong! Please spare my life!"

Zhang Heng picked up the kitchen knife he had long since sharpened. He said nothing more, merely cutting into the Young Man's body again and again.

Clearly, he had no intention of killing him with a single stroke. He had chosen to torture him slowly instead.

"Ah!"

"You damned old bastard, my father won't let you off!"

Painful screams rang out one after another, sounding especially chilling in the narrow alley!