EBE Chapter 178 Nothing can be done
Chapter 178 Nothing can be done
"Hmph!" The old man glared at Yang Ling through gritted teeth, without saying a word.
"Looks like you're determined to die?"
Yang Ling sneered, then suddenly jerked his arm, pulling the longsword directly from the old man's shoulder, causing blood to spurt out.
"hiss!"
The old man couldn't help but let out a wail, his face turning even paler.
"I'll talk, I'll talk, please...please don't hit me, I'll answer whatever you ask..." the old man said with difficulty.
"Now you know to beg for mercy? Too late!" Yang Ling sneered, and his arm jerked again.
"Crack!"
The longsword pierced the old man's right arm, and then it was pulled out.
"Crack!"
The old man's right arm was also severed.
"Uh……"
The old man let out another shrill scream, his face contorted in agony.
"Now tell me, who exactly are you people? Why do you want to kill me?" Yang Ling said calmly.
"Kill me, or I will report your evil deeds to His Majesty," the old man said coldly.
"You think you can leave here alive?" Yang Ling sneered, then plunged his sword into the old man's right arm again.
"Crack!"
"boom!"
The old man suffered another severe blow, collapsing to the ground with his face deathly pale.
"Now do you believe me?" Yang Ling said coldly.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The old man coughed twice, and a large amount of blood spilled from his mouth.
"Now, I'll ask you one last time, who exactly are you? Why did you come to kill me?" Yang Ling stared coldly at the old man, her tone extremely chilling.
A look of struggle appeared on the old man's face, as if he was hesitating.
After a moment, the old man closed his eyes and remained silent.
"Looks like you're going to refuse a polite toast only to suffer a forfeit?" Yang Ling glanced at the old man indifferently, then thrust his long sword directly towards the old man's head.
"Wait, I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll tell you everything!" The old man felt a cold, chilly touch on his neck and hurriedly shouted in fright.
"It's too late, it's already too late," Yang Ling said calmly, continuing to thrust his longsword forward.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!" the old man panicked completely and shouted hurriedly.
"Speak, I'd like to see what you have to say." Yang Ling stopped what she was doing and looked coldly at the old man.
“It’s…it’s…a person from the Chu Dynasty,” the old man said hurriedly.
"They really are from the Chu Dynasty. I just didn't expect the Chu Dynasty to be so ruthless, wanting to kill me," Yang Ling said coldly.
Although he had no personal grudge against the Chu Dynasty, he had killed Chu Yunyang and Murong Mingyue, so he had to avenge them.
"Since that's the case, I can't let you live!" Yang Ling, sword in hand, slashed at the old man.
"Pfft!"
The old man stared wide-eyed, looking down at his chest in disbelief.
He never expected that he would be dealt with so easily by Yang Ling.
He wanted to say something, but ultimately he couldn't utter a word, because he had already died.
"Tsk tsk, what a waste. He can't even commit suicide and needs my help."
Yang Ling looked at the old man and shook her head.
He didn't take the old man seriously; a master of that level was useless to him.
However, just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly noticed that the old man on the ground was wriggling, as if he was about to wake up.
Yang Ling frowned, then picked up the longsword from the ground and thrust it towards the old man's chest.
Pfft!
The longsword pierced the old man's chest, ending his life instantly.
"Ok?"
Yang Ling was stunned to see that the old man was still alive. Then he sneered, raised his longsword and thrust it through the old man's head.
The old man's eyes were wide open, filled with fear and resentment.
Yang Ling shook his head helplessly, sighed, and said, "This is really troublesome. I don't want to waste time. I'll just wipe them out directly to avoid any unforeseen complications."
"Shh!"
Yang Ling picked up the token from the old man's waist, examined it carefully, and confirmed that it was an identity token from the Chu Dynasty.
"The people of the Chu Dynasty haven't given up on killing me. It seems they won't stop until they get rid of me?" Yang Ling murmured coldly.
Yang Ling then tossed the old man's body aside and turned to leave.
"call!"
Stepping out of the room, the scenery outside was beautiful.
The mountains are green and the water is clear, the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing.
"so comfortable."
Yang Ling took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling refreshed.
Suddenly, Yang Ling frowned and looked into the distance.
A sense of danger suddenly welled up in his heart, and without hesitation, he quickly left the spot.
"Whoosh!"
An arrow flew by, grazing the hem of Yang Ling's clothes before embedding itself in the spot where he had just been standing.
"boom!"
A loud crash followed, and the stone shattered into powder.
"call out!"
Yang Ling lightly touched the ground with her toes and dodged to the side.
He had just dodged when another arrow came flying at him, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind.
Yang Ling dodged the arrow again, then looked up at a masked man in black on a tree and said coldly, "Who are you? Why are you trying to assassinate me?"
"Hmph, brat, you've killed so many geniuses of our Chu Dynasty, today we'll send you to the Yellow Springs!" the masked man in black on the tree said grimly.
"Hahaha, so you've come for that bunch of good-for-nothings from the Chu Dynasty? You dare call yourselves a dynasty? It's laughable!" Yang Ling laughed loudly, speaking sarcastically.
"You little bastard, you're asking for death!" the masked man in black roared angrily upon hearing Yang Ling's words.
He was raised from childhood to be a top genius of the Chu Dynasty, and his life was smooth sailing without any setbacks.
Now that he has been humiliated by Yang Ling, how can he tolerate it?
Immediately, the masked man in black jumped down from the tree, then clenched his fists and hurled them at Yang Ling.
"Oh!"
Yang Ling snorted coldly and brandished his longsword to meet the attack.
"Hey!"
With a sweeping motion, the longsword sliced off a section of the black-clad, masked man's arm.
The masked man in black groaned, sweat beading on his forehead from the pain.
But he gritted his teeth and stood firm, then seized the opportunity to draw his long sword and slash at Yang Ling.
"Hmph, a mere trick." Yang Ling sneered, flicked his wrist, and his longsword directly knocked away the black-clad masked man's long knife. At the same time, he slashed backhand, severing one of the black-clad masked man's legs.
"what!"
The masked man in black let out a shrill scream, his body trembling violently.
"brush!"
Yang Ling flicked his wrist and struck the masked man in black directly in the chest, sending him flying backward and coughing up blood.
"Clap!"
The masked man in black fell to the ground, spitting out a large amount of blood. His body convulsed a few times before he lost consciousness.
"Hmph, courting death!" Yang Ling snorted coldly, glanced disdainfully at the masked man in black, and turned to walk into the city.
As soon as Yang Ling returned to the residential area, he saw a group of soldiers rushing towards him.
"Young Master Yang Ling, please leave Luoyang City immediately. Someone is trying to assassinate you," the officer in charge of the soldiers said respectfully.