A quarter of an hour later, pinkish-white matter flowed from the nose of one of the Lower Fifth Ranks. His heart had stopped beating as well. He was clearly dead.
The other had slightly higher cultivation, more powerful qi and blood, and a stronger capacity for flesh regeneration. He still had a breath left in him.
Yang Ling stopped what he was doing, silently lowered the corpse, then looked at the sole survivor:
"I have some questions for you. Answer if you're willing. If not, die. Nod if you understand."
The man nodded with difficulty.
Only then did Yang Ling release his grip.
The man drew a deep breath, feeling as though he had crawled back from death's door.
He slowly looked up, wanting to see just what sort of monster his opponent was.
What greeted his eyes was an enormous wolf's head!
The fright made his heart skip several beats, and his face grew even paler.
An exotic beast? No! Sky Wolf Battle Armor!
People from the Rong State's Ministry of War have already made their way up here!?
Along with his terror, he felt furious.
Are all those hidden posts down below good for nothing!?
How could they let the enemy slip up the mountain without a sound!?
And Old Xu... wasn't Old Xu a top Upper Fifth Rank!? How did he...
He glanced at Old Xu. Seeing his tongue hanging out, his head riddled with bloody holes, and his entire face too mangled to look at, he could not help cursing inwardly.
Useless trash!!!
"First question: where are you from?"
Yang Ling crouched before him and spoke quietly.
"I... I'm Li Taotao of the Jingxiao Bandits."
"Li Cheng, you're not being honest. You're clearly from the Divine Guard Office."
Yang Ling said, "I'm going to beat you