Chapter 74: Torture and Murder

"Damn it! What are those Law Enforcers eating to be so useless! So many people couldn't even block a few Fire-Stealers, and actually let them chase after me to kill me?!"

"Pu Wen's plan completely didn't work! He's just a piece of trash who only knows how to talk on paper!!"

"Damn it... Damn it!!"

"The Bai Qi Command Tablet is gone, and the ring is gone too! I'm really dead this time!!"

Yan Xicai used all the strength in his body to run wildly on the Hill, cursing furiously as he ran. He didn't dare to look back, deeply afraid that if he did, his head would fall to the ground just like the others... He didn't want that; his head was very precious.

In his haste, Yan Xicai stepped into empty air, his figure rolling down the Hill like a rubber ball.

A large amount of mud and crushed stones clung to his body. He was spun until he was completely dizzy. By the time he finally came to his senses, his body had already smashed heavily onto the ground.

Pain transmitted from everywhere on his body. He groaned and opened his eyes. That grayish misty sky, which hadn't changed for hundreds of years, pressed down on the top of his head like lead... Yan Xicai tried to sit up, but failed.

He already had multiple bone fractures on his body. Let alone getting up, even moving slightly made him bare his teeth in pain.

He was truly panicked.

He was afraid that he would really die in this Ancient Vault, and then he would have nothing left... His revenge plan, his chamber of commerce family property... He had finally managed to be reincarnated into such a good background, who knew what kind of Poor Ghost he would become in his next life?

A rustling sound came from the side.

Yan Xicai's heart instantly leaped to his throat. He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the nearby sky. He was afraid of seeing Number 10's demon-like face, because that would be his doom.

To his surprise, the one who came wasn't Number 10... but a face he was somewhat familiar with.

"It's you?!" Yan Xicai widened his eyes in pleasant surprise.

That was a youth with a knife scar on his face, walking with a limp... It was Little Jian.

"Quick! Take me away from here!" Yan Xicai was wildly overjoyed in his heart and immediately spoke. "Carry me on your back! As long as I can get out alive, I guarantee you can continue being a Law Enforcer! And you won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life!"

Yan Xicai couldn't walk anymore, but he could let Little Jian carry him on his back. As long as he could leave this place, find somewhere to hide, and wait until the Ancient Vault opened again, he could live!

Little Jian looked at Yan Xicai's massive body. After a moment, he slowly shook his head:

"I'm sorry, Young Master Yan... I'm a cripple."

The moment this sentence was uttered, Yan Xicai's voice came to an abrupt halt.

Yes, Little Jian was a cripple, someone who had difficulty walking himself. How could he possibly escape the pursuit of the Fire-Stealers with Yan Xicai on his back?

Thinking of this, the sliver of hopeful fire that had just risen in Yan Xicai's heart instantly shattered... He looked at the ugly, emaciated Little Jian. Unwillingness and anger uncontrollably surged from his heart. He glared with bloodshot eyes and cursed profusely:

"Fucking... Fuck his mother!!!"

"We've already reached this point!! And you're still a fucking piece of trash!! Trash!!!"

"My life is in your hands, your glory, splendor, wealth, and rank are in your hands! You fucking couldn't grasp it yourself!! Why did I have to bring along a burden like you?! Can you do a single thing well?! I'm really suffering from bloody bad luck!!!"

Yan Xicai was completely Emotionally Broken. He never expected that his highly promising life would actually be defeated by a cripple in the end... Right now, he was just remorseful. Why did he accept this trash into the Law Enforcers? Back then, he should have just beaten this trash and his father to death with random clubs!

Little Jian lowered his head, allowing Yan Xicai to hurl abuses. Under the gloomy sky, a cold glint gradually surfaced in his eyes.

The humiliation he had once suffered, the humiliation his father had once suffered... everything from the past flashed back in his mind. He looked at that ugly and hideous face, his fists uncontrollably clenching tightly...

"You're just like your dad! Both of you are fucking trash! If my dad hadn't rewarded him with a bite to eat, he would have already..."

"Shut Up!!"

Little Jian gave a furious roar, his entire person directly mounting Yan Xicai, smashing a punch onto his cheek!

Yan Xicai's voice came to an abrupt halt. He stared blankly at Little Jian, whose eyes revealed a fierce light. After a long while, he spoke in disbelief, "You dare hit me? You actually dare hit me..."

"I hit you, so what?" Little Jian abruptly smashed down another punch, punch after punch.

"Is it so amazing to be reincarnated well?! On what basis are you so arrogant?! My dad entered your family's doors because your dad took a fancy to his abilities. What kind of a nobody are you? You dare curse him?! My crippled leg was beaten lame by you when you were drunk! If it weren't for you, would I have ended up in this state?!"

Little Jian's fists were very hard. That was what he had trained out from doing heavy labor for so many years. Risking his life, he smashed his fists toward Yan Xicai. The latter was beaten to the point where he couldn't even say a single complete sentence.

It wasn't until Little Jian was tired from hitting that Yan Xicai, whose face was covered in blood, caught his breath. He stared fixedly at Little Jian, his eye sockets nearly splitting in anger.

"You dare hit me! You're dead!"

"I'm dead?"

Little Jian sneered coldly. He abruptly drew a Short Blade from his waist and stabbed it into Yan Xicai's lungs!

"Who is the one who's dead??"

Yan Xicai screamed miserably, fresh blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. "You dare kill me... Your whole family will die..."

"I killed you? Who can prove it?" The cold glint in Little Jian's eyes grew increasingly sinister. "Fire-Stealers infiltrated the Ancient Vault of the Military Path and went on a killing spree. One Yan Xicai dying... is that very strange?"

Hearing these words, terror surfaced on Yan Xicai's face. He looked in astonishment at Little Jian's hideous scarred face, as if he was meeting him for the first time.

Little Jian pulled out the Short Blade and frantically stabbed it into Yan Xicai's body. The blade went in and out, becoming increasingly scarlet. Fresh blood flowed along the gloomy earth, and a pool of blood gradually drowned the two of them within it.

Yan Xicai's life frantically drained away. He wanted to stop Little Jian, use resources or promises to buy his life, but at this moment, he couldn't even say a single complete sentence.

"Little... Jian..." Fresh blood surged into Yan Xicai's throat like spring water, and he spoke vaguely.

"My name isn't Little Jian."

Little Jian gripped the hilt of the Short Blade with both hands and raised it high. For the first time, an unprecedented bloodlust surfaced in those eyes that had always been filled with humility and a desire to please.

"My name is Jian Changsheng!!"

Pfft——!

The blade violently pierced through Yan Xicai's throat.

Yan Xicai's body jerked violently, and then he completely collapsed limply to the ground... Without breath.

Little Jian's chest he heave violently. The corners of his blood-splattered mouth unconsciously curled upwards. An unprecedented sense of joy and clarity surged into his heart, as if some nightmare had been shattered, and his everything was embracing a new life!

Meanwhile, above the thick sea of clouds, the Dao Foundation of the Martial God Path lit up along with it!

"At a time like this, there's actually still someone who obtained the recognition of the Way of the Soldier God?"

Number 8, who was in the middle of hunting down Pu Wen, saw this and abruptly stopped his footsteps.

He looked at that black ribbon extending down from the Dao Foundation, descending towards the nearby Hill. A sliver of light lit up in his eyes!

The plan of relying on accumulating Killing Intent themselves to attract the gaze of the Way of the Soldier God had clearly become unfeasible. Then if they wanted to steal the Dao Base Shards of the Way of the Soldier God, they could only start with someone else's Divine Path... And this Divine Path was too close to them. If he went over now, he should still make it in time!

Number 8 abandoned the pursuit of Pu Wen without hesitation, charging straight toward that black ribbon hanging down from the sky vault...

...

At the edge of the Hill.

A red-clad figure who had witnessed Little Jian's torture and murder of Yan Xicai with his own eyes raised a brow.

A faint smile hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Interesting..."