Chapter 467

At this moment, sharp, transparent sword Qi flowed over the blade, making Su Ming feel a slight stinging sensation in his fingers.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from ahead, heavy and swift.

But the arrivals were not Zhang Tang and Meng Qing, nor were they anyone from the Zhang family.

A snow-white Fluorescent Bone Marten was seen rushing over from afar, carrying two young women.

The Fluorescent Bone Snow Marten was covered in blood; half of its chest had been blown apart by thunder, and one leg was broken. It was actually running on its remaining three legs.

Its intestines were trailing outside, and one could even see its heart exposed, beating thumping away.

Yet it remained steadfast and unyielding, determined to carry its master to safety even in death.

The white-clad girl on the marten's back, the Beast Tamer Hua Ling, was also already heavily injured.

Under Zhang Tang's command, Meng Qing never dealt her a fatal blow, but instead subjected her to endless torture.

Thunder fell from time to time, blasting her back into a bloody mess.

Hua Ling's legs had already been crushed into pulp.

At this moment, she was unable to stand, lying on the marten's back, bleeding from her seven orifices, looking utterly miserable.

Even so, she held the hand of the little slave beside her tightly, unwilling to let go.

She had to... uphold the justice in her heart.

In her blurred vision, she saw a young man leaning and sharpening a sword ahead.

"Could it be that he is also a member of the Zhang family?" Her eyes finally turned desperate.

If there were Zhang family members blocking the way ahead, she would have nowhere to escape.

She could only use her last ounce of strength to order the marten to force its way through.

She knew that it was highly unlikely they would make it through.

Whoosh!

The wind howled.

She brushed past Su Ming.

Her eyes were shocked; the young man had made no move at all, just watching her rush past with his own eyes.

Could it be that he wasn't from the Zhang family?

She turned her head and stared fixedly at Su Ming, her heart filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Su Ming's expression was indifferent; he didn't even spare her another glance.

He came here for only one thing—to kill Zhang Tang.

As for the others, he had no interest whatsoever.

He would not step in to save her, nor would he kill her.

Because this person had nothing to do with him.

He sat alone on the ground, still sharpening his sword, his expression earnest.

He let that snow marten dash past.

Finally, a storm-like roar that shook the heavens, accompanied by a large patch of dark clouds in the distance, pressed down upon them.

The moonlight across the sky dimmed, largely obscured by the dark clouds.

Meng Qing flew through the air with light winds rotating around his body, carrying Zhang Tang.

The moment the two saw Su Ming, their eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hiss... who is he?"

"That person from the auction house."

Zhang Tang grinned, landed simultaneously with Meng Qing, and walked over slowly.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect to run into you here!"

He raised his hand and gripped, and a soul giant hammer manifested, falling into his hand.

He looked at Su Ming, the killing intent in his eyes instantly solidifying.

"Old Qing, we'll chase that little slave later; with your thunder mark, they can't escape the dungeon."

"Now, I want to kill him first!" Zhang Tang licked his lips, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

To him, chasing that female beast tamer was just a cat-and-mouse game, so he wasn't in a hurry to kill her.

Watching her panicked escape a few more times was what made him happiest, which was why he had chased her for so long, intoxicated by it, never completely finishing her off.

But for this mysterious person wearing a hood, it was different.

Zhang Tang only wanted to get rid of him as quickly as possible!

Intense killing intent surged in his gloomy eyes.

Meng Qing nodded and immediately notified all the Zhang family experts in this dungeon to stop searching and gather immediately to prepare to surround and kill this person!

Soon, the surrounding Zhang family experts gathered from all directions.

There were seven of them in total, all fourth-turn experts.

They wore uniform clothing with the character "Zhang" on the collar; in this dungeon, they could almost walk sideways, and no one dared to provoke them.

Among them, there was a detector who had long since roughly detected Su Ming's position and direction, so these people had already been entrenched in the surroundings, and naturally, they arrived quickly.

"Young Master!"

"Young Master."

"Young Master!" The group of fourth-turn experts moved with elusive footwork, arriving as afterimages.

Subsequently, everyone bowed to Zhang Tang in unison, saying respectfully.

Zhang Tang nodded, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent.

"Very good, it is this person."

Everyone followed his gaze and looked at Su Ming.

He was sharpening a broken sword.

"This... a broken sword?!"

"Young Master, are you sure it's this person?"

People's eyes were cold, but their expressions were somewhat surprised.

What could a broken sword do?

At this moment, the seven fourth-turn experts all drew their weapons and approached Su Ming slowly.

They observed Su Ming, wanting to see what level of expert he was.

But they gained nothing.

"Heh, sharpening a broken sword before a battle; no wonder he dared to provoke Zhang Shao, his brain must be a bit broken!" Several people surrounded Su Ming and approached slowly.

"Even if this sword was high quality in the past, broken is broken, just like you, who will soon be broken into two pieces." A warrior stepped forward and laughed loudly.

Su Ming remained expressionless, only glancing at Zhang Tang with his eyes.

After confirming it was Zhang Tang, the corners of his mouth finally curled up slightly.

"This sword of mine, just needs a little sharpening," he said calmly.

His voice spread throughout the surroundings.

Su Ming's gaze was as calm as a deep pool, without the slightest emotional fluctuation within it.

Once these words were spoken, the whole scene was in an uproar.

A broken sword, just needs a little sharpening!?

From start to finish, Su Ming hadn't looked up at his surroundings.

This boldness, this level of posturing.

Let alone Zhang Tang, even Meng Qing felt somewhat surprised.

Even though he was a fifth-turn, he wouldn't dare to keep his head down sharpening a sword in such a situation.

With so many fourth-turn experts surrounding him at close range, what kind of agility would it take to retreat unscathed?

"Hmph, playing god and acting like a ghost." A fourth-turn swordsman sneered and stepped forward.

"Holding a broken sword and sharpening it before battle, it's simply ridiculous!" A warrior mocked.

"Tell me, how do you want to die!?"

"Provoking our Zhang Shao, you only have a dead end." A mage's magic condensed in their palm, almost ready to strike.

"Do you think you are Kongming, playing the zither before battle, and can scare us away?"

"Simply absurd, it's just a broken sword, you will definitely die."

Someone could almost no longer suppress their killing intent, drew their long saber, and approached slowly. ===== CHAPTER 469 =====