Chapter 74: Torture and Killing

"Damn it! What are those enforcers doing! With so many people, they can't even stop a few Fire-Tampers, and they let them come to hunt me down?!"

"Pu Wen's plan doesn't work at all! He's just a piece of trash who only knows how to talk on paper!!"

"Damn it... damn it!!"

"The Bai Qi token is gone, the ring is gone too! This time I'm really dead!!"

Yan Xicai ran wildly on the hill with all his might, cursing as he ran. He didn't dare to look back, for fear that if he did, his head would fall to the ground like the others... He didn't want that, his head was very precious.

In his haste, Yan Xicai stepped into the air and rolled down the hill like a ball.

Large amounts of mud and gravel covered his body. He was dizzy, and when he finally came to his senses, his body had already fallen heavily to the ground.

Pain came from all over his body. He groaned and opened his eyes. The gray sky, which hadn't changed for hundreds of years, pressed down on his head like lead... Yan Xicai tried to sit up, but failed.

He had multiple fractures all over his body. Let alone getting up, even moving slightly made him wince.

Yan Xicai had never experienced this kind of pain. He could only lie on the ground like a corpse, his chest heaving... Misty white breath drifted in the air, and his heart was full of despair.

He was really panicked.

He was afraid that he would really die in this ancient treasury, and then he would have nothing... His revenge plan, his chamber of commerce assets, he had finally been born into such a good family, who knew what kind of poor wretch he would become in his next life?

Rustling sounds came from the side.

Yan Xicai's heart jumped into his throat instantly. He widened his eyes and stared fixedly at the sky not far away. He was afraid of seeing No. 10's demonic face, because that would be his end.

To his surprise, it wasn't No. 10 who came... but a face he was somewhat familiar with.

"It's you?!" Yan Xicai opened his eyes in surprise.

It was a young man with a scar on his face, walking with a limp... It was Xiao Jian.

"Quick! Take me away from here!" Yan Xicai was overjoyed and immediately said, "Carry me on your back! As long as I can get out alive, I guarantee you can continue to be an enforcer! And you won't have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of your life!"

Yan Xicai couldn't walk anymore, but he could let Xiao Jian carry him. As long as he could leave this place and find a place to hide, he could live until the ancient treasury opened again!

Xiao Jian looked at Yan Xicai's bulky body, and after a moment, shook his head slowly:

"I'm sorry, Young Master Yan... I'm a cripple."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Xicai's voice stopped abruptly.

Yes, Xiao Jian was a cripple, someone who had trouble walking himself, how could he carry Yan Xicai and escape the Fire-Tampers' pursuit?

Thinking of this, the flame of hope that had just risen in Yan Xicai's heart was instantly extinguished... He looked at the ugly, thin Xiao Jian, and unwillingness and anger couldn't help but gush out from his heart. He stared with bloodshot eyes and cursed:

"Damn it... fuck it!!!"

"We're at this point!! And you're still a piece of trash!! Trash!!!"

"My life is in your hands, your glory and wealth are in your hands! And you can't grasp it!! Why did I bring such a drag like you?! Can you do one thing right?! I really have had the worst luck!!!"

Yan Xicai completely broke down. He didn't expect that his life, which had so much potential, would end up failing because of a cripple... He was now full of regret, why did he recruit this trash into the enforcers? He should have beaten this trash and his father to death with clubs back then!

Xiao Jian lowered his head, letting Yan Xicai curse. Under the gray sky, his eyes gradually glowed with cold light.

The humiliation he had suffered, the humiliation his father had suffered, everything from the past flashed back in his mind. He looked at that ugly, hideous face, and his fists clenched involuntarily...

"You're just like your father! Both of you are trash! If my father hadn't given him a bite to eat, he would have long ago..."

"Shut up!!"

Xiao Jian roared, mounted Yan Xicai, and punched him in the cheek!

Yan Xicai's voice stopped abruptly. He stared blankly at Xiao Jian, who was showing fierce light, and after a long while, said incredulously, "You dare hit me? You actually dare hit me..."

"I hit you, so what?" Xiao Jian punched down again, one punch after another.

"Is it so great to be born well?! Why are you so arrogant?! My father was chosen by your father to enter the family because of his own skills, who do you think you are? How dare you curse him?! My leg, this trash's leg, was broken by you when you were drunk. If it weren't for you, would I have ended up like this?!"

Xiao Jian's fists were very hard, trained from doing rough work for so many years. He punched Yan Xicai regardless of his life, and the latter was beaten so hard he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Until Xiao Jian was tired of hitting, Yan Xicai, whose face was covered in blood, could catch his breath. He stared fixedly at Xiao Jian, his eyes splitting.

"You dare hit me! You're dead!"

"I'm dead?"

Xiao Jian sneered. He suddenly pulled a short blade from his waist and stabbed it into Yan Xicai's lung!

"Who is dead??"

Yan Xicai screamed, blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. "You dare kill me... your whole family will die..."

"I killed you? Who can prove it?" The cold light in Xiao Jian's eyes grew more and more grim. "Fire-Tampers infiltrated the Ancient Soldier Path Treasury and went on a killing spree, and one Yan Xicai died... is that strange?"

Hearing this, terror appeared on Yan Xicai's face. He looked at Xiao Jian's hideous scarred face in astonishment, as if he were meeting him for the first time.

Xiao Jian pulled out the short blade and stabbed it into Yan Xicai's body frantically. The blade went in and out, becoming more and more scarlet. Blood flowed along the gray earth, and a pool of blood gradually engulfed the two of them.

Yan Xicai's life was draining away frantically. He wanted to stop Xiao Jian, to buy his life with resources or promises, but at this moment he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"Xiao... Jian..." Blood surged into Yan Xicai's throat like a spring, and he said vaguely.

"My name isn't Xiao Jian."

Xiao Jian held the handle of the short blade with both hands and raised it high. Those eyes, which had always been filled with humility and flattery, showed unprecedented bloodthirst for the first time.

"My name is Jian Changsheng!!"

Puff—!

The blade pierced Yan Xicai's throat.

Yan Xicai's body shook violently, then went completely limp on the ground... and stopped breathing.

Xiao Jian's chest heaved violently, and the corners of his mouth, splashed with blood, rose involuntarily. An unprecedented sense of pleasure and clarity surged into his heart, as if a nightmare had been broken, and everything about him was embracing a new life!

At the same time, above the heavy clouds, the foundation of the Soldier God Path lit up!

"At this time, someone else has obtained the recognition of the Soldier God Path?"

No. 8, who was chasing Pu Wen, stopped abruptly.

He looked at the black ribbon extending from the foundation and falling toward the hill not far away, a glimmer of light shining in his eyes!

The plan to attract the attention of the Soldier God Path by accumulating killing intent on his own had clearly failed. If they wanted to steal the fragments of the Soldier God Path foundation, they could only start from someone else's divine path... And this divine path was too close to them. If they went over now, it should still be in time!

No. 8 gave up chasing Pu Wen without hesitation and rushed straight toward the black ribbon falling from the sky...

……

At the edge of the hill,

A figure in red who had witnessed Xiao Jian torturing and killing Yan Xicai raised an eyebrow,

A faint smile curled on the corner of his mouth,

"Interesting..."