91: Zhang Deshuai in anger

"Audacious scoundrel, immediately release the Young City Lord, or bear the consequences!"

The City Guard leader shouted loudly, his voice filled with authority and rage.

"Swish."

"Tsk tsk... you suicidal fool, still daring to threaten me."

A ruthless glint flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes. He swung the immortal demon sword, instantly severing one of Zhang Junhao's fingers.

"Ah ah... Mercy, spare me, I won't dare to provoke you again."

Zhang Junhao let out another series of miserable screams. His face instantly turned deathly pale, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear and pain.

"Stop!"

The City Guard leader quickly shouted. If Zhang Junhao died, he wouldn't live either.

His eyes were wide, staring intently at Yang Lingchen, his weapon-holding hand trembling slightly with anger.

"You, yes, you. See that pile of dog shit over there? Go eat it."

Yang Lingchen pointed at the leading City Guard leader, a contemptuous smile on his face, as if playing with his prey.

"Kid, you're courting death!"

The City Guard leader instantly glared at Yang Lingchen, enraged, his teeth grinding audibly.

If Yang Lingchen hadn't been holding a hostage, he would have pounced without hesitation and torn Yang Lingchen to shreds.

"Swish."

"He doesn't seem to be very obedient, does he?"

Yang Lingchen smiled faintly at Zhang Junhao, a chilling coldness in his smile. Then, with another swing of his sword, he cut off another of Zhang Junhao's fingers.

"Ah ah ah..."

Zhang Junhao's screams echoed through the sky, sounding like roars from Hell, making one's hair stand on end.

"Zhang Junxiao, you bastard, why aren't you hurrying up to eat that pile of dog shit?"

Zhang Junhao screamed again, then hysterically roared at the City Guard leader.

"Young Master."

Zhang Junxiao's face showed difficulty, turning pale then green, his heart filled with humiliation and helplessness.

"Go eat it, or I'll wipe out your entire family!"

Zhang Junhao had completely lost his mind at this point, roaring hysterically.

"Yes, Young Master."

Zhang Junxiao reluctantly walked to the pile of dog shit, slowly squatted down, and began to eat it.

He knew that if he didn't eat the dog shit today, Zhang Junhao would definitely make good on his word and wipe out his entire family.

At this moment, not far from the Zanyang City gate, many onlookers had gathered, some dumbfounded, some whispering to each other, and some couldn't help but snicker.

"Brother Yang, look, it's all a misunderstanding. Can you... release... release me first?"

Zhang Junhao asked cautiously, his voice trembling, all his previous arrogance gone.

"Slap."

Yang Lingchen directly slapped him. The slap was so powerful that Zhang Junhao's entire face swelled up, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Who raped and murdered Old Lady Li from the East City District and her old sow?" Yang Lingchen smiled, his eyes full of mockery.

"I raped and murdered them! It was all me!"

Zhang Junhao quickly confessed. At this moment, he only wanted to save his life as soon as possible.

"Very good. Now, channel Profound Energy to your throat and loudly shout: 'Old Lady Li from the East City District and her old sow were raped by me!' Shout it ten times, and I'll let you go."

Yang Lingchen's immortal demon sword was once again pressed against Zhang Junhao's neck, threatening him.

"This..."

Zhang Junhao's face turned ashen. If he shouted that out, his reputation in Zanyang City would be completely ruined, and he could forget about ever making a living there again.

"Since you don't want to shout, then die!"

Yang Lingchen's eyes suddenly erupted with a strong killing intent. With a slight flick of the immortal demon sword, Zhang Junhao's neck skin was instantly cut, and a trace of fresh blood seeped out.

"No, don't kill me! I'll shout, I'll shout!"

At this moment, Zhang Junhao was so scared that he lost control of his bladder and bowels. His pants were soaked, emitting a foul odor.

"Old Lady Li from the East City District and her old sow were raped and murdered by me, Zhang Junhao!"

"Old Lady Li from the East City District and her old sow were raped and murdered by me, Zhang Junhao!"

Zhang Junhao shouted ten times in a row, his voice growing weaker with each shout. After finishing, he looked as if he had been completely drained.

"Haha..."

The onlookers burst into laughter, unable to close their mouths. They never expected the Young City Lord, who usually threw his weight around, to have such a pathetic moment today.

"You brat are courting death! How dare you abduct my son, Zhang Deshuai?"

Just then, a thunderous roar came from afar. A middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue plain brocade robe swiftly flew over, reaching Yang Lingchen's vicinity in a blink of an eye.

And Yang Lingchen, at the first instant, used Zhang Junhao as a shield in front of him.

"Old man, why are you so fierce? Believe it or not, I'll make you send off your white-haired child before your black-haired one!"

Yang Lingchen's face showed a cruel smile. He knew he absolutely could not show weakness. Facing this terrifyingly strong middle-aged man, his only trump card was Zhang Junhao. Once he lost this trump card, he would die a miserable death.

"Kid, do you know who this venerable one is?"

An icy aura emanated from Zhang Deshuai's eyes. For so many years in Zanyang City, this was the first time someone dared to threaten him like this.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, as if it wanted to pierce through Yang Lingchen.

"I don't care what you are. If you dare to act rashly, I'll drag your son down with me as a funeral sacrifice," Yang Lingchen said coldly, completely unmoved.

"Kid, if you dare to harm my son, this venerable one will surely exterminate your entire clan!" Zhang Deshuai's eyes were extremely cold, and his tone was filled with strong killing intent.

"Swish...!"

"Keep threatening! At worst, I'll just use your son as a cushion."

Yang Lingchen sneered, then flicked the immortal demon sword in his hand, instantly cutting Zhang Junhao's neck. Blood immediately began to flow out.

"Ah ah... don't kill me, I beg you, don't kill me!"

Zhang Junhao was so frightened that he quickly began to beg for mercy, his voice choked with tears, his body trembling incessantly.

"Release my son, and this venerable one guarantees your departure," Zhang Deshuai said coldly, his fists clenched tightly, trying his best to suppress the rage in his heart.

"Open the city gate, and no one is allowed to follow. Once I'm safe, I'll naturally release him," Yang Lingchen said coldly, his gaze vigilantly sweeping the surroundings.

"Do you think this venerable one will believe you?" Zhang Deshuai said in a deep voice, his face terribly gloomy.

"You can only choose to believe me. Besides, killing your son would do me no good at all," Yang Lingchen said, trying to persuade Zhang Deshuai.

"Alright, this venerable one will trust you this once." Zhang Deshuai took a deep look at Yang Lingchen, then said to the City Guard leader, "Open the city gate and let him out."

"Boom...!"

After the city gate was opened, Yang Lingchen, holding Zhang Junhao hostage, quickly retreated from Zanyang City.

"I warn you all, within half an hour, anyone who dares to track me will be collecting his corpse!" Yang Lingchen shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the air.

With that, Yang Lingchen, still holding Zhang Junhao hostage, swiftly flew into the distance, his speed astonishing.

"Little Bastard, this venerable one will surely grind you to dust!" Zhang Deshuai gritted his teeth, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Watching his own son being taken hostage right under his nose, Zhang Deshuai's eyes filled with boundless killing intent. He secretly vowed to make Yang Lingchen pay a painful price for today's actions.

Flying at high speed, half an hour passed in a flash. Yang Lingchen, still holding Zhang Junhao hostage, arrived in a dense forest.

Yang Lingchen didn't waste words and directly pulled out the heaven-reaching staff.

"Yang Lingchen, what do you want to do? If you dare to touch me, my father will never let you go!"

Seeing Yang Lingchen pull out the heaven-reaching staff, Zhang Junhao couldn't help but shiver, his voice filled with fear.

"Young Master Zhang, don't be nervous. I just want to break your limbs to calm your nerves," Yang Lingchen walked over with a cold smile, cruel light flickering in his eyes.

"Don't hit me, please spare me!"

Zhang Junhao begged in terror, trying to struggle, but under Yang Lingchen's control, he couldn't move at all.

"Bang bang bang...!"

"Ah ah ah..." At this moment, continuous screams echoed deep within the dense forest, startling birds and beasts within several miles, sending them scattering in all directions.

"Yang Lingchen, you Little Bastard, if you have the guts, just kill me!"

Zhang Junhao's face was now twisted, his eyes staring at Yang Lingchen with immense venom.

"Bang bang...!"

Crack, crack, crack, crack.

As four bone-breaking sounds rang out, Zhang Junhao's four limbs were completely shattered. His body slumped to the ground, blood staining the surrounding earth.

Even so, Yang Lingchen didn't stop. He directly sprinkled a bottle of poison on Zhang Junhao's crotch.

"Hiss hiss...!"

Immediately, a putrid, nauseating smell wafted forth. Zhang Junhao's lower body was completely corroded into a bloody mess.

"Feeling comfortable now, Young Master Zhang?"

Yang Lingchen sneered, looking at Zhang Junhao's tormented appearance without a hint of pity.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Yang Lingchen, you devil, you'll die a horrible death!"

At this point, Zhang Junhao completely broke down. His voice had become hoarse, and his eyes were filled with despair and hatred.

"Bang...!"

Yang Lingchen struck again with the staff, fiercely smashing Zhang Junhao's Dantian, completely crippling his cultivation.

When dealing with enemies, Yang Lingchen was never soft-hearted. If you want to kill me, then I will make you live a lifetime of pain, rather than simply killing you.

After everything was done, Yang Lingchen took the storage ring from Zhang Junhao's hand, then quickly headed in the opposite direction of Medicine King Valley.

His purpose was to mislead his enemies, as he didn't want anyone to know that his destination was Medicine King Valley.

Not long after Yang Lingchen left, Zhang Deshuai arrived at Zhang Junhao's location.

Upon seeing his son's tragic state, Zhang Deshuai was completely enraged.

"Ah... you brat, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, this venerable one will tear you to pieces and exterminate your entire clan!" Zhang Deshuai roared, his voice echoing through the dense forest, startling a flock of birds.

He picked up the dying Zhang Junhao, his eyes filled with heartache and fury. He swore to find Yang Lingchen and make him pay the most agonizing price for what he had done today.