Chapter 121 Kill! Kill! Kill!

Solving one problem creates two more.

Firstly, the matter of sending tribute women is too complicated, and Wang Yu does not intend to delve into it for the time being.

Secondly, he was among the first batch of goods traded in Shihu City since the introduction of spirit slaves, meaning that this matter was orchestrated by Old Man Ning.

Damn it! He deserves to die!

Now he is alone in the city, and his men are all hidden at the bottom of Stone Lake, waiting to meet Old Man Ning on the day of the spirit test.

This time period was arguably the perfect time for him to take revenge. Without hesitation, Wang Yu stormed towards Old Man Ning's hideout in the city.

He's the kind of person who's decisive and efficient.

If he had the ability, would he hold a grudge overnight? He would want to grind the other person to dust the very next second.

Things are different now than they used to be.

He could have killed him even if he were out in the world. Now that he knows the truth and his enemy is right in front of him, how could he possibly wrong himself?!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

In Shihu City, near the City Lord's Mansion, Old Man Ning was in his secret hideout, pondering Wang Yu's matter, having just finalized this year's spirit slave business.

He was considering whether to take action to keep him outside forever. There were many narrow-minded people among the demonic cultivators, and he was one of them, only he was more patient and smarter.

After thinking for a long time, I still silently shook my head.

He thought to himself, "The Taihu Spirit Realm is too risky. If I get involved with another plan, I'll be executed even if I return safely. It's too risky and unnecessary."

"The old city lord failed to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, and Fatty Duan also failed. I'm not young anymore. As long as I complete this stage of the plan, the high-grade Foundation Establishment Pill will definitely help me break through this difficulty."

"I will definitely succeed..."

Old Man Ning, who was immersed in self-affirmation, suddenly opened his eyes wide and saw a figure shrouded in black smoke and wearing armor smash the wall to pieces.

A large hand reached out towards him like an iron clamp.

"Where did this madman come from!"

In a fit of shock and anger, Old Man Ning instinctively cursed and jumped onto the roof beam.

With the magical weapon, the horizontal sword, already in his hand, he stared intently and recognized the familiar aura, becoming even more astonished: "Wang Yu? Are you crazy? Fighting me here, aren't you afraid of attracting powerful righteous cultivators?"

"I am not Wang Yu."

Blocked by the black armor, Wang Yu, whose voice became somewhat muffled, clumsily tried to explain that he was not himself, while his hands continued to move, summoning the top-grade magic artifact alms bowl for protection, and continued to rush towards him.

"You still deny it? I personally witnessed you seizing this top-grade magic artifact from Fatty Duan."

"I am not."

Boom—

He smashed through another wall, which seemed to be a load-bearing wall, causing the entire stone brick house to collapse. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Wang Yu used the Taiyin Nether Eye.

It locked onto Old Man Ning's active soul fire and threw a punch with clear intent. The air seemed to explode, and the terrifying force created a white ring of air.

Having tried to dodge with his movements but finding it too late, Old Man Ning could only defend with his sword, using offense as a form of defense.

As the two collided, the surrounding houses collapsed, and Old Man Ning was thrown backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and was embedded in the bluestone bricks on the ground.

"Wang Yu! You dare to kill me? Aren't you afraid of the sect's wrath?"

"What does this have to do with me? I'm just on my way to carry out a mission."

"You admit it! You are Wang Yu."

Just as Old Man Ning was overjoyed, he saw the tall, black-armored figure rushing towards him again, and he became anxious.

Wang Yu couldn't help but laugh: "I am Wang Yu, so what? You sold me into slavery at the Reverse Spirit Blood Sect back then, so what if I killed you?"

It can be said that all the suffering he endured during his 137 days as a spirit slave in the Stone House District was due to him. If this person is not killed, there will always be a knot in one's heart.

"But without me, you wouldn't have this opportunity today."

"What a joke! You want me to thank you? Die!"

The second-tier superior technique, Xuan Yin Hand, combined with the divine power of the Corpse Arm, unleashed a ferocious attack that consumed most of his spiritual power, leaving Old Man Ning in a state of panic.

A Qi Refining cultivator's divine sense can only control one magic weapon at most. In the critical moment, he abandoned the horizontal sword magic weapon and took out a high-grade magic weapon shield to defend himself with all his might.

Then they saw the gray-black giant hand tear through the shield's spiritual energy shield, creating a large dent in the shield, and the real arm that followed completely pierced through the magical artifact.

They then penetrated his chest and abdomen, seizing his spine.

The next moment, immense force erupted.

Wang Yu pulled out a live sheep scorpion with a human head still attached, demonstrating the sheer bloodshed and violence of his bare hands.

A seasoned expert at the ninth level of Qi Refining, just one step away from reaching the Great Perfection and attempting to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, was killed by Wang Yu in a few moves.

In retrospect, he has to thank the arm that was severed back then; otherwise, he wouldn't have been determined to cultivate the "Corpse Demon Secret Technique," and he wouldn't have such extraordinary combat power.

They would be at least a level weaker, and wouldn't be able to crush Old Man Ning so easily.

The fact that he had avenged two old grudges in one day somewhat eased his gloomy mood when he received the bad news from the Wang family.

With that, aside from the matter at Shihu that still needed to be settled, there was only Wang Wu left for him to deal with.

Arriving in Shihu City in less than a day, the efficiency was so high, it was quite a smooth trip.

After collecting the corpses and storage bags, without immediately taking stock of the spoils, they activated the Night Concealment Spell and quickly left the city to lie in ambush.

The commotion was too great, waking up many residents in the surrounding area. The city lord's mansion must have noticed it as well, but Wang Yu hasn't yet learned more about the situation there.

Just in case, it's best to retreat first.

An hour later, near Shihu Lake, Wang Yu checked all of Old Man Ning's storage bags, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

Rich, incredibly rich!

He has a whopping 23,000 low-grade spirit stones, some of which are probably public funds from Cold Blood Peak, and now they all belong to him.

A set of high-grade magic artifacts and a set of high-grade array flags.

There were several pills, the most valuable of which was a life-saving pill worth at least five hundred spirit stones. There were also some miscellaneous items, a first-tier spirit beast bag containing a scaled horn winged horse for pulling a cart, capable of flight.

Besides these, the two tokens are the most valuable.

One of them was a pass to Black Mountain Pass, bearing the mark of the Azure Cloud Sect.

The other one is related to the secret behind him.

It was a token engraved with the character "desire." Wang Yu hadn't figured out how to use it yet, and he certainly wouldn't take the risk himself. His greatest strength was that he listened to advice.

Since the old city lord taught him a lesson with his life, there's no need to let him down.

If you should withdraw, then withdraw.

Even someone as wealthy as Wang Yu was satisfied with Old Man Ning's wealth, which shows how abundant it was, placing him among the top tier in the Qi Refining stage.

After taking a top-grade Rejuvenation Pill, Wang Yu ran forward for a few more minutes and arrived at Stone Lake!

The slave-catching team consisted of only a dozen or so people.

(End of this chapter)