67: Furious Yang Ming

"Master, I know the person who killed Young Master Yang Lei. I was there at the time." While Stahan was at a loss, a soldier in armor beside him stepped forward, fawningly whispering.

For the soldier, this was the perfect opportunity to curry favor with General Yang.

If the soldier could avenge Yang Lei, General Yang would surely grant him a substantial reward.

If he were lucky enough to enter the Yang Family through this matter, his life would be set.

"Is what you say true?" General Yang asked coldly.

"Every word is true! I saw it with my own eyes when the Young Master was killed!" the soldier said earnestly.

"At that time, Yang Lei clearly had the upper hand, but that brat used some unknown method."

"And the Young Master was killed!"

"That person was very strange; it seems he wasn't a member of the immortal clan, but a Demon!"

The soldier spoke these words. Hearing this, General Yang's expression changed.

A cold glint flashed in his blood-red eyes, and his Killing Intent surged violently.

At that moment, a sense of oppression rushed towards them.

General Yang stared at the soldier who had just spoken: "When the Young Master was fighting, why didn't you go up to help, instead fleeing the battle?"

"Thinking only of yourself and not protecting your master!"

"What use is a useless dog like you?"

"You also bear responsibility for Yang Lei's death!"

General Yang held his Long Spear, his inner fury instantly ignited.

The Yang Family had only this one child, yet he died so young. This was to leave the Yang Family without an heir!

"General, I know I was wrong!" The soldier was terrified.

"Please, General, spare my life!"

"I wanted to save the Young Master at the time, but that Demon was too strong!"

"We had no other choice!"

The soldier regretted speaking up; truly, misfortune comes from the mouth. He had thought he could gain a promotion and wealth, but in the end, it was just wishful thinking. This was quite a blow.

"Die, you dog!" General Yang roared.

The Long Spear in his hand, glistening with cold light, changed rapidly as he twisted his wrist.

Spiritual Qi surged out from his body, pouring into the tip of the spear like a tidal wave.

The pressure of his spiritual power expanded step by step!

"General, spare my life!" The soldier continued to beg.

"Let me go!"

The soldier was filled with regret. He hadn't expected such a dramatic turn of events.

The soldier hurriedly pulled on the reins and leaped, jumping down from the saddle.

He landed on the ground, then suddenly fell to his knees, performing a grand kowtow.

The soldier said with a weeping tone: "Master, spare me, please spare me this once, Master, I beg you!"

"If you spare my lowly life, I will help you find the murderer who killed Young Master Yang Lei!"

"If you kill me now,"

"And you can't find the murderer, wouldn't that just let the murderer get away?"

The soldier said these words just to survive. After all, everyone wants to live, not have their life easily taken away!

"You dog, do you dare to threaten me?" General Yang roared, flipping his wrist, and the Long Spear spun rapidly in his palm.

At the same time, it stirred up a shimmering cold light. The Aura of spiritual power grew heavier and heavier.

"I see you are truly tired of living!"

The Long Spear was already pressed against the soldier's throat. As long as General Yang moved, the spear would slice across the soldier's throat, instantly taking his life.

"Master, spare me, I will never dare to do it again!" The soldier could already feel the thick Killing Intent on General Yang.

He also knew that General Yang was just using him to vent his anger. Even if he were killed by General Yang, it would only mean he was truly unlucky.

In this Yizhou city, even if he died, no one would dare to help him seek justice or convict General Yang.

After all, who would be so blind as to offend a local tyrant like the Yang Family for the sake of a nobody like him?

"Master!" the soldier begged again. Stahan also knew General Yang's methods.

If he didn't intervene now, the soldier before him would surely die.

Stahan was deep in thought. If he wanted to rise, he couldn't always remain under the Yang Family. He must have his own power!

Otherwise, who knows when he might become a ghost under General Yang's spear.

Nowadays, on this continent, only those with strength can stand tall. If a person lacks strength, they must rely on soldiers!

Now was the time to befriend this soldier. If he saved his life, perhaps he would be useful later.

"Master, if you kill this person now," Stahan lightly patted General Yang's shoulder, stood up, and whispered in his ear.

"I'm afraid we won't be able to avenge the Young Master!"

"Just as he said, he is the only one who recognizes the person who killed the Young Master!"

"Master, why not settle the matter of the murderer first, and deal with this soldier later."

Stahan drew a sharp breath. In fact, he was also afraid that he would anger his master.

The tip of General Yang's Long Spear stopped abruptly, an inch away from the soldier's throat.

The soldier's heart had risen to his throat. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for death to arrive!

"That makes sense!" Hearing Stahan's words, General Yang pondered for a moment and felt it made quite a bit of sense.

In order to find the murderer who killed Yang Lei, he decided to temporarily spare the soldier's life.

"Get up first." General Yang said with a gloomy face.

The soldier was stunned in place.

"The Master told you to get up!" Stahan cursed.

"Why are you still kneeling?"

"Are your ears deaf?"

This brat was too useless!

After a long time, not feeling any cold Killing Intent, the soldier slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing that the Long Spear had left him and was hanging behind General Yang again, he finally took a deep breath.

"Many thanks, General Yang!" the soldier immediately thanked him.

"General Yang's great kindness, I will never forget it as long as I live!"

The soldier looked up, his bright eyes gazing at Stahan. If not for Stahan just now, this soldier would already be dead. Such great kindness! The soldier engraved it in his heart.

"Even if you have no merit, you have worked hard. Go ahead and lead the way. If you find the murderer who killed the Young Master, I will reward you heavily!" General Yang gripped his Long Spear tightly, revealing a domineering Aura, and said in a deep voice.

"Many thanks, Master, for sparing my life." The soldier was very excited. He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to thank him.

After a long while, his forehead had already bled, but he did not stop. For the sake of survival, what other choice did the soldier have? The soldier just wanted to live well!

He still had an eighty-year-old mother at home; if he died, who would take care of her?

"Master, my life belongs to the Yang Family!" The soldier clenched his fists tightly. Looking at him, it didn't seem like he was joking.

"As long as the Yang Family wants it, I will give it up immediately!"

"Is this true!"

General Yang held his head high, glancing at the soldier on the ground from the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful and disdainful smile.

"I hope you keep your word." General Yang urged his horse to continue toward the city gate.

Stahan pulled hard on the reins, leaped up with force from the stirrups. He landed on the ground, walked toward the soldier, gently helped the soldier up, and whispered: "Alright, get up quickly, get on your horse and follow the Master."