"Who are you?"
Lei Hong instinctively blurted out "Guangxi, Guilin" before snapping back to his senses, staring fearfully at the unfamiliar young swordsman before him. His hands, hidden in his sleeves, were tightly clenched into fists, his knuckles aching, yet his mental defenses were still on the verge of collapsing.
What subdued him was not the long, narrow saber hanging around his neck.
It was the terrifying pressure that roared like a tsunami!
In front of this overwhelming force, he felt as insignificant as an ant crawling beneath a towering mountain!
This immense fear made him shiver, his body hair standing on end like a frightened cat.
However, the consciousness and dignity of being a significant figure forced him to struggle desperately, unwilling to lose face or let down the Five Poisons Cult!
Yang Ge countered, "Who are you?"
Though it seemed a ridiculous question, Lei Hong was not surprised... What virtues did Lei Hong possess to provoke such a fearsome and peerless powerhouse?
His fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms as he shouted back, red-faced and neck bulging, "I remain who I am, my name does not change, Five Poisons Cult’s Scorpion Hall, Lei Hong!"
"Oh..."
Yang Ge looked this man up and down unexpectedly, nodded, and said, "Then there’s no mistake, it’s you I’m looking for!"
Lei Hong: ???
So you were really coming for me, Lei Hong?
Do you really think so highly of me, Lei Hong?
As Yang Ge slowly raised his palm, ready to deliver a crushing blow as heavy as Mount Tai, Lei Hong suddenly shivered and yelled out, "Wait, even if you wish to kill me, Lei Hong, shouldn’t a hero leave his name? So that at the River Styx, I may know whose hand I perished by?"
Yang Ge thought for a moment, finding his point quite reasonable, and thus he said, "I remain who I am, my name does not change, Yang Erlang of Luting!"
Yang Erlang?
I remain who I am, my name does not change?
This joke is cold.
But Lei Hong could not laugh, filled with a profound sense of doom and desperation.
’Right.’
’Apart from Lord Zhongshen, Yang Erlang, who else at such a young age could possess such terrifying pressure?’
At this moment, Lei Hong recalled all the terrifying exploits of Yang Erlang, feeling a hot stream seep through his back, his body weakening significantly.
Seeing that Lei Hong fell silent, Yang Ge nodded and gently patted his shoulder, "Don’t be too nervous, it’ll all be over quickly, I promise it won’t hurt. Down there, wait for your brothers from the cult, I’ll be sending them down shortly to keep you company..."
Having said that, he once again slowly raised his hand.
Lei Hong, watching his palm, his eyes dull, suddenly shouted again, "Wait, wait, Second Master, although Lei has conducted himself improperly and made many mistakes, I have always respected you deeply without any offense. Previously, when Chief Yang Tiansheng of the Ming Sect was dispatched south under your name to the White Lotus Sect, passing through Guilin, not only did I ensure no conflict with Chief Yang, but I also personally arranged for his safe passage out of the region to avoid any disturbances from other factions..."
Seeing Yang Ge slowly frown, Lei Hong swallowed nervously, bowed with clasped hands, and said, "Second Master, I have no intention of excusing my actions. I, full of wrongdoing, deserve to die by your hand, and I will die without resentment. However, among your cult, there are those more ruthless and despicable than I. It seems unjust, Second Master, to kill me first instead of them...?"
He finished all his words in one breath, his heart almost leaping to his throat, sweat beads the size of soybeans visibly forming on his forehead, and in just a short moment, he looked as if he had just been pulled out of water.
Yang Ge hesitated slightly, but eventually, he slowly lowered his hand, half-smiling bitterly, he cursed, "Hey, you really are quite a clever fellow!"
Lei Hong rattled off a whole lot of nonsense.
But the truly useful part was just three words: Yang Tiansheng.
Yang Ge had quite a few friends in Wei, even many.
But the only one who was truly a close friend... was Yang Tiansheng.
The Liu Family father and son didn’t count; Yang Ge considered them family.
The rest, be it Fang Ke, Li Jincheng, Xiang Wudi, Zhou Fu, Jiang Kui and others... all had elements of opportunism mixed in their friendship, though not much, but definitely present.
As an adult who had been beaten by society, he no longer harbored the immature obsession that "friendship must be utterly pure and untainted".
On the contrary, he subconsciously believed that friendships built on mutual benefits were more reliable and lasting.
But the more he believed so, the more it highlighted the preciousness of true friendship!
...
Seeing Yang Ge’s hand finally lower, Lei Hong, who had been holding his breath until his face turned purple, gasped for air, breathing as harshly as a drowning person surfacing.
It was then that he realized his bladder had gone numb...
The strength of Yang Erlang, known to all who meet him!
"Scum, beat it!"
Yang Ge sheathed his cold moon saber, walked over to a fire where a whole cow was roasting, and cut off an entire leg of beef to hold in his hand, tearing into it voraciously.
Hearing this, Lei Hong turned and, like someone fighting a fire, dispersed the similarly "Yang Erlang"-frightened Scorpion Hall underlings who dared not even moan anymore.
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After clearing the scene, with his back bent, a forced smile, wiping sweat, and trembling with fear, he approached Yang Ge, "Second Master, anything else you need? Just command, anything available in Guangxi, I will do my utmost to procure it for you!"