However, the man's curses seemed not to provoke the young man opposite him into anger; instead, the young man appeared bewildered.
"Who are you?"
Obviously, the young man did not recognize him.
Seeing the other person had forgotten him, the man surnamed Zhang laughed bitterly.
Was it in the other's heart, the harm done to his daughter and his revenge were merely insignificant trifles?
Like stepping on an ant on the roadside, completely ignored.
On the contrary, the four bodyguards of the young man immediately recognized the man surnamed Zhang and became vigilant.
One of the guards even spoke up, loudly reminding their young master.
"Young master, he's the one who attacked you three years ago!"
"Zhang Heng!"
The young man was initially stunned upon hearing the name, but then suddenly came to a realization not long after.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if recalling something, revealing a playful smile.
"Oh!"
"So it's you, you old undead!"
"You've been wanted by the authorities for so long, and you're still alive, huh?"
So, the old undead father of that little lady.
Recalling the matter, the young man remembered the tender and pretty little lady back then.
Snatched back to the mansion in broad daylight, wantonly played with, especially her appearance of wishing for death rather than life, which aroused the young man's wickedness.
However, the little lady later actually ran away and hanged herself.
This led to him losing the fun for a while and getting scolded by the old master at home.
For that, he even had a big tantrum.
It was just a worthless maid that played to death, what's the big deal?
That damned maid, being toyed with by this young master was her good fortune, yet it caused him to be grounded by his old master for a day.
"You old undead, not hiding in a corner to eke out a living, actually have the guts to come back to find this young master."
Gazing at Zhang Heng across, a trace of annoyance surfaced on the young man's sinister face.
"However, since you, old undead, dare appear before this young master, then this young master will mercifully send you on your way!"
"Kill him!"
The young man raised his hand and waved it forward, signaling his four bodyguards to kill Zhang Heng ahead.
"Yes, young master!"
"You little brat aren't dead yet, how dare I die first?"
As soon as Zhang Heng's words fell, two burly men rushed up in swift strides, displaying a full-fledged martial demeanor of refined flesh.
The two burly men, filled with fierce killing intent, wielded their large blades without any hesitation, directly cleaving down on Zhang Heng's skull.
Zhang Heng coldly laughed, stood still, as if he didn't see the actions of the two burly men.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the bodies of the two burly men flew like cannonballs to the walls on both sides in an instant.
The extremely hard walls instantly shattered as they crashed, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Accompanied by the massive thud of landing, the two burly men felt a sudden burst of severe pain, wailing on the ground.
"Ah!"
In a blink, the two fierce burly men painfully fainted, lying unmoving amidst the rubble.
The remaining two guards in the distance gaped, and then immediately reacted, staring in horror at the mysterious figure beside Zhang Heng.
The young man, who had been watching the commotion was also no longer calm, finally showing some signs of fear on his face.
Though he was prodigal, it didn't mean he was a fool.
It was him!
Where did this martial arts expert emerge from, so powerful!
Even they hadn't seen the man's actions clearly; in a breath, without breaking a sweat, he had dealt with two Martial Artists in the Flesh Refining Realm.
Bone Refining Realm martial artist?
Upon thinking this, one of the guards quickly shielded the young man behind, anxiously shouting.
"Young master, be careful, the other is an expert in the Bone Refining Realm!"
Then, that guard simultaneously clasped his hands, speaking to the mysterious man beside Zhang Heng, who had remained silent.
"Senior, we are people from the county magistrate's mansion, my young master is the magistrate's nephew."
"Please, senior, for the sake of the magistrate, do not intervene,
If the senior leaves now, I'm sure the magistrate will not blame you for today's events, otherwise..."
The guard hadn't finished his words, but anyone who wasn't a fool could hear the obvious threat in his words.
A mere Bone Refining Realm is just a small fry before the magistrate.
He didn't believe the man would dare act against them after hearing the magistrate's name.
However, when they gathered their wits, the mysterious man standing in front of Zhang Heng had long disappeared.
Just as they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that the mysterious man had fled in fear upon hearing the magistrate's name.
Suddenly, a tall, pitch-black shadow covered their bodies.
This was the last thought to flash in their minds.
He hadn't left, was behind!
The two guards were about to turn around in defense, when, in the next instant, a heavy blow landed on their necks, rendering them unconscious, in the dark.
Only the young man remained standing alone, looking somewhat lost and dismayed.
And after doing all this, the mysterious man took a deep look at Zhang Heng from afar.
Then the mysterious man stomped his foot, leapt high, and bounded toward the distance, disappearing until gone.
This mysterious man was naturally Lu Xuan.
While Lu Xuan was sprinting, a ripple stirred faintly in his long-dormant heart.
Zhang Heng's choice made Lu Xuan feel somewhat emotional.
The earlier commotion and fight had already attracted the attention of those around, surely they'd soon gather there.
Zhang Heng could have quickly resolved the young man and still had time to escape the scene.
Ultimately, he chose to stay, to slowly torture the young man to death, giving up the chance of survival.
Actually, how could Lu Xuan know, Zhang Heng's will to die had long been firm, from the moment his daughter died, he was as good as dead.
The reason he managed to live on was simply to wait for this day to arrive.
"Hehe!"
"Little brat, join me in hell."
Zhang Heng's face was hideous, staring at the young man whose limbs he had broken, laughing heartily.
The young man only had the strength of an entry-level Refining Flesh Realm, coupled with his habitual indulgence in debauchery, his skill was as flimsy as a castle in the air, defenseless.
Under Zhang Heng's mastery in refined flesh, he couldn't even withstand a single move.
"Ah!"
"Spare me!"
"I was wrong, please spare me!"
Zhang Heng picked up the well-sharpened cleaver in his hand, refraining from saying anything more, only slicing the young man cut by cut.
Clearly not intending to kill him swiftly, but choosing to torment him slowly.
"Ah!"
"Damn old man, my father won't spare you!"
The sounds of painful cries rang out repeatedly, epitomizing eeriness in the narrow alley!