Chapter 644

The young mistress froze.

Only when the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan landed before her in a precise parabola did she snap back to reality.

Seeing her enemy right before her, she trembled with excitement, her whole body breaking out in goosebumps, her eyes instantly reddening.

The young mistress had never imagined—never once imagined—that tonight, out here, she would have the chance to kill her enemy with her own hands!

Overcome with trembling excitement, she flashed through memories of the deceased Hai Guanjia and her father, then ordered the death soldiers to pin down the enemy's limbs, while she pulled out a sharp dagger and slowly, inch by inch, drove it into his heart.

In agony, the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan jolted awake.

Seeing the young mistress with bloodshot eyes and the death soldiers holding his arms and legs, the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan turned pale with terror.

"Yang Hongxia, let's talk! Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you! Don't kill me! The attack on Dayang Fu was all the Phoenix Organization's idea—I had nothing to do with it! We were just following orders!"

So what?

Even if there's a mastermind behind it, it was still your three caravan teams who pulled the trigger.

You've got Dayang Fu's blood on your hands—do you think you can walk away clean? There's no such easy deal in this world!

The young mistress's eyes flashed with intense hatred and killing intent, her mind filled entirely with how to kill the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan.

Only when Fang Yue's figure flashed through her mind did she suddenly stop the dagger's relentless descent.

"Speak! Who is your superior contact in the Phoenix Organization?"

"I—I don't know! We only exchanged letters; we never met in person!"

The Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan, granted a moment of breath, hastily spoke truthfully.

"Then you'll just have to die!"

The young mistress's face twisted into a grotesque snarl—as if, unless she stabbed the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan to death this very day, avenging her family, her heart would never find true peace.

"Wait! Wait! I never met my superior contact, but I tracked the direction the messenger pigeons flew—toward 【Dongliu Mountain】! My contact is very likely a 【Night Thief】! Given the Phoenix Organization's scale, he's at least an elite leader or a Grand Boss!"

Sensing the young mistress's overwhelming killing intent, the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan turned deathly pale and shouted desperately.

This was his only chance at survival.

But after hearing this, the young mistress accelerated the dagger's plunge into his heart.

Pain spread from his chest—he thrashed violently, only widening the wound, blood gushing forth.

His body, however, was pinned down tightly by the death soldiers, utterly immobile!

"Father, Third Sister, Hai Guanjia—I've avenged you! I killed my enemy with my own hands! I've avenged you myself!"

Tears streaming down her face, the young mistress drove the dagger deep into his chest, piercing his heart, pinning the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan to the roof. His corpse stared wide-eyed, frozen in final terror and 【Zhenjiu】, slowly falling still, utterly dead.

In that moment, the young mistress felt profound satisfaction, pure relief—as if all the bitterness and pain she'd endured these past days had been fully released, her spirit soothed, the heavy weight long pressing on her heart quietly lifting away.

She, as if reborn!

"Night Lord… Night Lord!"

Tears still wet on her cheeks, the young mistress suddenly broke into a smile, radiant as a pure white lotus, ethereal and untainted, making even the brilliant night scenery pale in comparison.

She pulled out the dagger, severed the Regimental Commander of Kongshan Caravan's head, ordered the death soldiers to secure it, then carefully retrieved a brocade box and placed the bloodstained dagger inside.

Her father, Third Sister, and Hai Guanjia had not yet been buried—and the finest funeral offering she had already prepared!

"Go! There's nothing left here to linger for—head over there to assist Night Lord!"

At the young mistress's command, the death soldiers quickly departed, leaping across rooftops, following the direction Fang Yue had gone.

Below, in the Kongshan Caravan's encampment, corpses lay scattered everywhere, dark red blood staining the entrance gate; occasional crows landed to feed on the flesh, wild dogs drawn by the scent.

More still came drawn by the commotion.

When they arrived in groups and saw the bloody massacre, their pupils shrank instantly.

"Who was so ruthless as to wipe out the entire Kongshan Caravan in one night?"

"I heard the Kongshan Caravan hired a host of experts during the day, throwing around gold to ward off disaster. I knew then they'd stirred up serious trouble—but I never imagined that even with so many guards, they still couldn't escape annihilation."

"Too brutal! Killing so many in one night—most of them just hired guards! He's clearly become a killing demon! Doesn't he fear that later, his cultivation will be haunted by vengeful spirits, leading to 【Qi Deviation】?"

"Wild cultivators don't understand these subtleties. Only our 【Cangshan Sect】, a true orthodox school, knows the dire consequences of a demonic heart taking root—future troubles will be endless… Whoever caused this massacre, after tonight, is finished. His path in 【Martial Arts】 will never advance again."

"What a pity! Such a skilled killer, yet he fell into darkness over a moment of bloodlust—his cultivation will never progress further. If he can't break free from his demonic thoughts, this is the end of his life."

The crowd murmured in approval, clearly well-connected; when they spotted outsiders approaching in the distance, they all left together.

The second wave of onlookers arrived, stunned into silence, gaping in disbelief.

The name "【Sha Mo】" quietly spread.

…

【Sha Mo】, Ye Niuniu, was racing down the path of slaughter, not slowing down for a single moment.

What? Demonic heart? 【Qi Deviation】? Vengeful spirits? Stunted cultivation? Fang Yue carved out his own heaven!

【Spirit Root】 of the Deceitful, proving the 【Dao】 through slaughter!

"Lady ahead, please stop! Listen to Niu Niu's advice—die now, be reborn sooner!"

The fleeing Lady Wan's eyelid twitched; she trembled all over in terror.

The man chasing her was too terrifying!

He'd fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood—and now he was relentlessly pursuing her.

She'd tried warning him multiple times: too many kills lead to 【Qi Deviation】—but he never stopped, determined to kill her.

Who the hell could take this?

"Big Brother! Niu Niu Big Brother, spare me! I'm just a passing martial artist—I wasn't hired by the Kongshan Caravan Commander!"

"Lady, lying to Niu Niu is fine—but don't lie to yourself! If you even start believing your own lies, people will die."

"..."

Isn't that exactly what's happening right now??

Lady Wan's heart ached bitterly—if she'd known things would turn like this, no amount of gold would've made her accept the Kongshan Caravan Commander's request to guard this wretched caravan.

That bastard was a madman — slaughtering Xiantian Realm cultivators like butchering chickens and dogs, cutting down hundreds as casually as eating and drinking, and the instant he laid eyes on her, his eyes lit up and he charged straight over to kill.

Who would dare provoke a madman like that??

What's more, even she, a Human-Rank powerhouse, could absolutely never match that madman's haul tonight.

(End of chapter)