Was It You Who Killed My Son?

Chapter Forty-Three

The Wolf Head Mercenary Group's headquarters.

Several mercenaries stumbled through the gates, carrying a corpse.

They laid it on the ground and pulled back the white cloth.

Mu Li.

His skull had been crushed, his face unrecognizable. His death had been horrific.

Mu She stood in the hall, staring at his son's corpse, his whole body trembling.

"Who did this?"

Mu She's voice was terrifyingly ominous.

A mercenary knelt on the ground, his voice trembling.

"Chief, it was a young man. We've never seen him before. He isn't from Qingshan Town."

"He... He killed the young chief with a single palm strike."

Mu She clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"Which way did he go?"

"Toward the Magical Beast Mountain Range."

The mercenary answered at once.

Mu She turned around, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Gather everyone."

"Go after him."

"I'll kill him with my own hands and make him pay for my son's life."

Several mercenaries hurried off to rally the others.

Before long, the entire Wolf Head Mercenary Group set out in pursuit, heading toward the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

Deep in the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

Xiao Chen and Xiao Yi Xian entered the cave.

The cave was deep, and the farther in they went, the darker it became.

Xiao Yi Xian took a luminous pearl from her pack. Its gentle glow illuminated the surrounding stone walls.

The two continued onward.

After walking for who knew how long, the passage opened into a broad space.

A spacious stone chamber lay before them.

At its center sat an old wooden chest.

Xiao Yi Xian's eyes lit up, and she hurried over.

"This is it."

She opened the chest. Inside were two things.

A scroll of ancient beast hide and a pair of purple wings, each about the size of a palm.

The wings were as thin as a cicada's, and they glimmered with a faint purple light.

Xiao Yi Xian picked up the beast-hide scroll and unrolled it for a look.

"The Seven-Colored Poison Scripture."

A smile appeared on her face, and her eyes shone with delight.

She looked up at Xiao Chen.

"This Seven-Colored Poison Scripture is very important to me. It records the methods for preparing all kinds of poisons."

Xiao Yi Xian said.

Xiao Chen nodded and picked up the pair of purple wings.

They were so light that he could barely feel their weight.

Fine patterns covered their surface, like some kind of ancient runes.

Purple Cloud Wings.

A Flying Dou Technique.

Xiao Chen put away the Purple Cloud Wings.

Xiao Yi Xian also stowed the Seven-Colored Poison Scripture, then stood and looked at him.

"Xiao Chen, thank you."

Xiao Yi Xian spoke with gratitude in her eyes.

"Without you, I might not have made it here safely or found these treasures."

"The magical beasts we encountered along the way would have been more than I could handle on my own."

Xiao Chen looked at her and said calmly,

"It was nothing."

Xiao Yi Xian shook her head.

"It may have been nothing to you, but it wasn't to me."

"If not for you this time, I might have..."

Xiao Yi Xian didn't finish her sentence.

Xiao Chen looked at her without saying anything.

Xiao Yi Xian took a deep breath, and a smile returned to her face.

"Anyway, thank you."

"Mm."

Xiao Chen replied.

The two turned and headed for the cave entrance.

When they reached the mouth of the cave, Xiao Chen stopped.

Dozens of people stood outside.

At their head was a middle-aged man, burly and marked by a vicious scar across his face.

It was Mu She, the chief of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group.

Dozens of mercenaries stood behind him, weapons in hand and murder in their eyes.

When Mu She saw Xiao Chen and Xiao Yi Xian emerge from the cave, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Hand over the treasures."

Mu She said coldly.

Xiao Chen looked at him without replying.

Xiao Yi Xian's face turned pale, and she instinctively edged closer to Xiao Chen.

Mu She fixed his gaze on Xiao Chen, hatred practically pouring from his eyes.

"Was it you who killed my son, Mu Li?"

Mu She asked gravely.

"Yes."

Xiao Chen replied calmly.

Mu She trembled from head to toe.

"Good. Good. Good."

Mu She repeated the word three times, his voice shaking.

"Today, I'll make you pay for my son's life."

He waved a hand.

"Attack! Chop him down!"

Dozens of mercenaries charged at once.

Swords and blades slid from their sheaths, glinting coldly.

Xiao Chen watched the mercenaries rushing toward him and raised a hand.

He struck with his palm.

A palm-shaped blast of Dou Qi roared forth.

The first few mercenaries were struck by it and hurled backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

They died on the spot.

The mercenaries behind them hesitated, but Mu She's orders weighed on them. None dared to retreat.

Xiao Chen raised his hand.

One palm strike.

Then another.

Blasts of Dou Qi kept surging forth.

One mercenary after another was sent flying.

Some crashed into trees; others slammed into rocks.

The sound of bones breaking rang out.

Moments later, all the mercenaries lay on the ground.

Not one of them could get back up.

Mu She's face changed as he watched.

The men he'd brought were all elite members of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group.

Yet he'd never expected them to be so utterly helpless before Xiao Chen, unable to withstand even one strike.

Mu She gritted his teeth as Dou Qi surged wildly through his body.

He charged at Xiao Chen and struck toward his chest with his palm.

He put all his strength into that blow.

Xiao Chen raised his hand.

He met the attack with a palm strike of his own.

Their palms collided with a muffled thud.

Mu She was hurled backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale.

He struggled to get up, but a sharp pain in his chest made him collapse again.

Mu She lifted his head to look at Xiao Chen, fear filling his eyes.

He realized that the young man before him was far stronger than he was.

He was no match for him.

"Sir... Sir, spare me!"

Mu She knelt on the ground, his voice shaking.

"I was blind and foolish to offend you, sir."

"Please, spare my life."

"My son Mu Li offended you. He deserved to die."

"You've already killed him. Please show mercy and spare me."

Xiao Chen looked at him and said calmly,

"Didn't you just say you'd make me pay for your son's life?"

Mu She's face went pale.

"N-no... I wouldn't dare."

Mu She hurriedly replied.

"I'll never dare again."

"Please spare me."

Xiao Chen looked at him.

He struck down with his palm.

Mu She's head exploded in an instant.

He died on the spot.

Just like his son Mu Li, he didn't even have time to scream.

Xiao Chen lowered his hand and brushed the dust from his clothes.

Xiao Yi Xian stood to the side, staring at Mu She's corpse on the ground, stunned.

Dozens of mercenaries, along with their chief, Mu She.

They were all dead.

Xiao Chen had taken care of them all by himself, with ease.

Just how strong was he?

Xiao Yi Xian wondered, astonishment welling inside her.

He'd dealt with dozens of people so effortlessly.

What level of strength did he have?

Xiao Yi Xian took a deep breath, suppressing her shock.

She looked at Xiao Chen, her expression complicated.

Who exactly was this Xiao Chen?

Xiao Chen turned to look at her.

"Let's go."

Xiao Chen said.

Xiao Yi Xian nodded and followed behind him.

The two of them headed out of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

By the time they left the Magical Beast Mountain Range, dusk had fallen.

The setting sun bathed them in its afterglow, stretching their shadows long.

Following behind Xiao Chen, Xiao Yi Xian stole a glance at him.

Xiao Chen's profile was sharply defined in the sunset.

Xiao Yi Xian looked away, her heart suddenly beating a little faster.

By the time the two returned to Qingshan Town, night had fully fallen.

Xiao Chen stopped and turned to look at her.

Xiao Yi Xian stopped as well.

They looked at each other.

"Thanks for today."

Xiao Yi Xian said.