Cold Gleams Shot Forth

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Shen Lang flicked his wrist, and several streaks of cold light shot out.

Su Zhan's expression changed drastically. He quickly drew his knife to dodge, but his chest was still slightly cut.

Fresh blood flowed out.

Shen Lang's few flashes of cold light were like willow-leaf darts that could cut through iron like mud.

Although the wound was shallow, it was enough to cause Su Zhan pain and slowed his reaction.

Taking advantage of this moment of hesitation, Su Zhan's chest was slashed two or three more times.

Although no bones were broken, the collar was stained red with blood.

Coupled with the wounds all over his body, he coughed repeatedly, his strength waned, and his attacks gradually weakened.

"How could you be so amazing!"

Shock and disbelief were evident in Su Zhan's eyes.

Although he knew Shen Lang was a good fighter, he didn't expect Shen Lang to be this strong.

Why couldn't I be that good?

Shen Lang chuckled and flicked his wrist again.

Several more streaks of silver light shot out, carrying a captivating and sharp aura.

Ah~~

Su Zhan screamed in pain as three or four bloody cuts appeared on his arms.

He instinctively stepped back to avoid the incoming Hidden Weapons.

But he had nowhere to retreat; behind him lay an abyss.

You lost!

Shen Lang step by step toward Su Zhan, his tone indifferent, but revealing endless killing intent.

Su Zhan felt ice-cold all over.

He knew he could no longer escape.

"I... I lost. Kill me if you want!"

Su Zhan gritted his teeth, gripped the Short Blade tightly, and thrust it horizontally.

Shen Lang reacted quickly, catching the Short Blade with one hand.

Su Zhan's pupils dilated suddenly, his face filled with panic and fear. "Let go!"

Shen Lang sneered, "Killing you would be as easy as turning my hand, but I can't kill you yet."

Su Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, but then looked at Shen Lang with a puzzled expression. "Why?"

Shen Lang said calmly, "Killing you would be too easy for you. I want you to kneel down and beg me to let you live a miserable life, to beg me to torture you."

Shen Lang!

Su Zhan was furious.

Shen Lang snorted, "What, you don't want to?"

"Let me tell you, I am a master of the Dragon Soaring Seven Stars. You'd better not mess with me. Otherwise, my father will make you suffer a terrible death, and your girlfriend and your son will all be implicated!"

Su Zhan threatened.

Shen Lang remained unfazed and kicked out with his right foot.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Su Zhan crashed headfirst into the bushes, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, unable to get up.

"Shen Lang, I Curse you to die a horrible death!" Su Zhan struggled to raise his head, glaring fiercely at Shen Lang.

Shen Lang shrugged. "Don't you think you're talking too much nonsense?"

Su Zhan struggled for a long time to stand up, clutching the bloody hole in his abdomen, then turned and ran, looking extremely disheveled.

"Did I allow you to run away?"

Shen Lang suddenly stepped in front of Su Zhan, blocking his path.

Su Zhan was startled. "You..."

With a "pfft".

Shen Lang plunged the Samurai Sword in his hand into Su Zhan's navel.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Su Zhan collapsed to the ground, glaring at Shen Lang with a face full of resentment, as if he wanted to devour Shen Lang alive.

Shen Lang expressionlessly drew his Samurai Sword, casually stepping on Su Zhan's face as he did so. "Didn't you just say you weren't convinced?"

Su Zhan's Pearl were bloodshot with hatred, blood spilling from his throat. He roared furiously, "Shen Lang, you little brat, if you have the guts, kill me! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

You think I wouldn't dare?

Shen Lang smiled sinisterly and slashed at Su Zhan's forehead with his knife.

With a "thud," Su Zhan's head flew off, blood splattering everywhere.

Shen Lang sheathed his Samurai Sword, his expression indifferent.