Chapter 409: In an inferior position, to an unbelievable degree

"Heh heh!"

The black-clad person let out a strange cry, "Obediently surrender, and I will leave you a whole corpse!"

After speaking, the black-clad person raised the short sword in their hand, and a streak of cold light flashed.

Just as the short sword was about to touch Su Hang’s neck, Su Hang jerked his head, and the short sword grazed past the tip of Su Hang’s nose, shaving off a tuft of his beard.

Su Hang was furious and reached out to grab the black-clad person’s throat.

The black-clad person’s mouth curled into a cruel arc; they hadn't expected Su Hang to still be able to move, and for his counterattack to be so sharp. However, in their view, Su Hang was merely struggling in his death throes.

Su Hang’s fingertips touched the black-clad person’s Adam’s apple, but this grab failed to seize the opponent.

This black-clad person’s reaction was very sharp; their reaction speed even surpassed Su Hang’s.

With a light sound, the short sword sliced open Su Hang’s shoulder.

Su Hang felt the pain, but quickly reacted again. He swung the long sword in his hand, immediately forcing the black-clad person back.

"Who sent you?" Su Hang asked. Although he was in an inferior position now, it didn't mean Su Hang would submit.

He had never met these Demonic Cult people before and had no idea why they wanted to kill him; Su Hang’s heart was filled with confusion.

The black-clad person didn't answer, which instead further incited the anger in Su Hang’s heart.

"I hate it most when others play games with me!" Su Hang scolded angrily.

As soon as the words fell, the short sword in Su Hang’s hand hummed, and bursts of sword intent were released. As if hearing their master’s command, the long swords in a circle around Su Hang all began to tremble.

This was sword intent!

"Eh?"

The black-clad person also noticed the changes around Su Hang and looked at him in surprise, "Could it be that you are a swordsman?"

Su Hang snorted coldly, "Guess!"

While speaking, Su Hang’s arms shook violently. Instantly, all the long swords around him began to tremble, and as Su Hang’s palms flipped, streams of sword Qi burst forth.

Sword intent permeated the entire courtyard. The black-clad person’s expression changed suddenly, and they hurriedly drew their short blade to protect themselves.

But Su Hang’s movements were swift, and the black-clad person was immediately stabbed by Su Hang and flew backward, crashing into the wall.

The black-clad person vomited a mouthful of blood, their face full of fear.

Su Hang didn't give them a chance to catch their breath, leaped to pursue, and the short sword went straight for the black-clad person’s throat.

"Spare..."

The black-clad person hurriedly called for help, but they had only just opened their mouth when Su Hang had already reached them. The short sword accurately pierced through the black-clad person’s windpipe, pinning them to the stone platform, and scarlet blood flowed out, staining a large area...

"Ugh!"

The black-clad person’s eyes widened, as if they wanted to say something, but in the end, they couldn't say it, and could only fall backward to the ground with deep regret and remorse.

"Bang!"

On the other side, another black-clad person also bit the dust. Su Hang’s reaction was too fast, fast to an unbelievable degree, killing the enemy in one move.

The remaining three black-clad people saw this and couldn't help but gasp. So many of their companions had been wiped out in the blink of an eye; who exactly was this guy?

"Run!"

The remaining three chose to retreat in unison. Su Hang wasn't annoyed; he knew that if his Wu Gong hadn't been powerful, he would have been lying here by now.

However, the next second, a woman arrived here. This should be Miao Ling, the Deputy Flag Master of the Vermilion Bird Flag of the Demonic Cult’s Five Element Flags.

She was wearing a white dress, and after seeing Su Hang, she was slightly stunned, then her lips curled, "You are Su Hang?"

Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like the chirping of an oriole.

"Yes!" Su Hang nodded in response.

Miao Ling sneered, "You are quite composed; are you not afraid of death?"

"Afraid of death? I am naturally afraid of death, but..." Su Hang said.

"But what?" Miao Ling frowned.

Su Hang grinned, "Death always requires courage!"

Miao Ling knitted her brows, "Since that is the case, then go die."

As the words fell, Miao Ling’s figure drifted, rushing toward Su Hang like a ghost, two sleeve swords like curved hooks weaving into a strange curve.

Su Hang’s gaze condensed; he could feel the terrifying power above this curve, which absolutely could not be underestimated.

This feeling of danger was just like being stared at by a wild beast.

Immediately, Su Hang collected his mind, holding a dagger in each hand, and met her.

As the weapons clashed, Su Hang felt his web between thumb and forefinger go numb, and his wrists trembled violently. The trajectory of that curve was simple yet profound, not something an ordinary person could resist.

However, Su Hang’s Wu Gong was, after all, what it was. Although his strength in his hands was inferior, he still stood firmly.

"A bit interesting!"

Miao Ling snorted low. Suddenly, she exerted force with both arms, and the two sleeve swords instantly straightened, shooting toward Su Hang’s chest.

This was a hidden weapon!

Su Hang’s eyes sharpened, and he braced his arms upward. With a clank, the two sleeve arrows were blocked by Su Hang.

The two sleeve arrows were deflected, and Su Hang felt the backs of his hands go numb, and both arms were a bit inflexible.

Miao Ling took advantage of the victory to attack, shaking her arms, and the sleeve arrows exploded out in unison, dense and numerous, covering the sky and earth, as if a swarm of locusts were passing through, enveloping Su Hang within.

"Break!"

Su Hang shouted loudly, his figure rising from the ground, rotating several times in mid-air, his body splitting into two, holding a short sword in his left hand and a short blade in his right, meeting them.

A burst of clashing metal sounds resounded through the courtyard. Su Hang fought one against two, yet he didn't fall into a disadvantage at all. With a block of his arms, those dozens of sleeve arrows were all snapped.

At the same time, Su Hang’s footsteps were sharp, his figure flickering. After avoiding several waves of sleeve arrow attacks, he suddenly circled to Miao Ling’s back from the flank and threw a punch.

This punch was extremely fast, catching people off guard. Miao Ling’s expression changed slightly, and in her haste, she only had time to raise her hands to block.

Bang~

The punch smashed into Miao Ling’s elbow. Miao Ling let out a muffled groan, her figure unable to help but stagger forward two steps.

"Swish!"

Su Hang delivered a sweeping leg kick. Miao Ling’s reaction wasn't slow, and she dodged to the side.

However, at this moment, Su Hang pressed forward again, once again using the Dragon Claw Hand, grabbing Miao Ling’s throat.

Holding Miao Ling with one hand, Su Hang used his other hand to hold the short sword, placing it against Miao Ling’s neck.

"Stop!"

"Don't move!"

The two black-clad people were scared pale and hurriedly stopped their attacks, all coming to a halt.

Miao Ling’s strength was far higher than theirs, yet after only a moment of clashing, she was subdued by Su Hang, which showed that Su Hang’s strength was far above theirs.

"Let... let our Big Sister go!" one black-clad person said tremblingly.

"Heh heh!"

Su Hang sneered, "Begging for mercy now? Too late!"

As the words fell, Su Hang twisted his body violently. Miao Ling only felt her neck loosen, her entire head almost dislocated, and her body lost balance, falling toward the ground.

The two black-clad people were stunned, watching their own Deputy Flag Master being held, their hearts and gall shattered, and they hurriedly knelt at Su Hang’s feet, "I beg the Young Master to spare our lives! We had eyes but failed to recognize you and offended you; please, Young Master, forgive our sins!"