The green-robed elder's eyes flashed with killing intent. "Who are you? Why are you asking this? "
When he said that, Yang Xuan immediately understood that they were the ones who had captured Guo Xiaoxiang.
"Where is she?" he asked coldly.
The green-robed elder laughed coldly. "Good, you're here to cause trouble. Good, good, good. Since you're here, don't leave. Take him down."
"Yes, sir!" the men beside him replied in unison. Then, they grabbed Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan was about to retaliate when he felt something was wrong.
Helim's aura had moved over and enveloped the entire manor.
Yang Xuan immediately extinguished any thoughts of retaliation and allowed the men to grab him.
The green-robed elder walked over to Yang Xuan with a sinister smile. Without saying a word, he punched Yang Xuan in the stomach.
"Speak, who sent you?" the green-robed elder asked with a sinister smile.
This punch was quite heavy, but Yang Xuan's body was nothing compared to the elder's full strength punch. Even if there were a hundred or ten thousand of them, they wouldn't be able to cause Yang Xuan even the slightest bit of pain.
However, with Helim pacing around, Yang Xuan had no choice but to pretend to be in pain. He squeezed out a few drops of cold sweat.
The green-robed elder punched again. "You're quite stubborn. Let's see how long you can last. Go, bring him to Jia Xing. Make him feel good."
The men nodded and dragged Yang Xuan to the back. After turning a corner, they arrived at a basement.
After entering the basement, they found that it was actually a lynching area. There were all sorts of torture instruments inside, and they were stained with blood. It seemed to be quite old.
A bare-chested man saw that someone had come down and laughed sinisterly. "Another business has come. Good, good, good. I can enjoy myself again."
"Jia Xing, just don't kill him. The boss is still waiting to question him!" someone reminded.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure he'll suffer a fate worse than death." Jia Xing smiled.
After the few of them left, Jia Xing wasn't in a hurry to torture Yang Xuan. Instead, he stared at him with interest and nodded his head repeatedly. "Hmm, hmm, soft skin and tender flesh. Brat, have you suffered before?"
Yang Xuan was disgusted. This guy was actually gay.
Seeing that Yang Xuan wasn't speaking, Jia Xing walked over and wanted to touch Yang Xuan's face. However, Yang Xuan dodged his hand.
Seeing this, Jia Xing smiled and said, "You have a personality. I like it. This morning, a young lady was sent here. She is as soft and tender as you."
Yang Xuan's expression sank as he asked, "Is it a seventeen or eighteen year old girl with a small mole on her left eyebrow?"
"Yes, yes, yes. You know him?" Jia Xing was very proud.
Yang Xuan's heart sank as he asked in a deep voice, "What did you do to her?"
"What do you think?" Jia Xing sneered. "She's in my hands. If I let her walk out of here in one piece, wouldn't that ruin my reputation?"
Yang Xuan felt a surge of anger in his heart. Just then, Helim's aura left and went elsewhere.
Yang Xuan twisted open the shackles on his injured hand. The power of space spread out and enveloped the entire underground torture chamber.
Jia Xing was stunned. Feeling that something was wrong, he punched Yang Xuan's forehead.
Yang Xuan reached out and crushed Jia Xing's fist into a pulp. Bone fragments and blood flowed down Jia Xing's arm and onto his face. Jia Xing's face instantly turned sallow as cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Jia Xing screamed.
However, Yang Xuan was not moved at all. His fingers continued to climb up, turning Jia Xing's arm into meat paste inch by inch. However, he did not give up and turned Jia Xing's other arm into a fried dough twist.
Jia Xing was in so much pain that he couldn't scream. His eyes rolled back and he was about to faint.
How could Yang Xuan allow him to faint? With a wave of his left hand, a basin of water flew out and drenched Jia Xing.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Unexpectedly, it was a basin of boiling water. Jia Xing screamed like a pig being slaughtered from the scalding water. His eyes were bloodshot.
Yang Xuan kicked him away and asked coldly, "Speak, where did that little girl go?"
"No … No … I didn't …" Jia Xing spat out blood and struggled. "She was only locked up here for a while. There were orders from above. I … I didn't dare to do anything."
Perhaps because his desire to live was too strong, Jia Xing's words became much more fluent in his desperation.
Yang Xuan seemed to have seen a light in the darkness. He rushed over and lifted Jia Xing's bloody body. He asked anxiously, "Are you saying that Little Xiang is fine?"
"She's … she's fine. She … she was taken away by the Branch Leader." Jia Xing was in so much pain that he trembled, but he didn't dare to not answer.
He could tell that he wouldn't be able to get out of this alive today. Now, he could only hope that this malefic star would spare his life. He would be satisfied.
Just as he was thinking this, Yang Xuan had already crushed his throat, making all his wishes come to naught. He died with hatred, ending his sinful life.
After killing Jia Xing, Yang Xuan once again checked Helim's aura. When he found that Helim had stopped paying attention to this place, he was instantly relieved.
Until now, he still couldn't understand how Helim could sense his aura. This was too strange.
However, now wasn't the time to think about this. Since Helim had left, it was time for him to act.
The heavy iron door of the prison was kicked open by Yang Xuan. The guards at the door didn't even have time to react before they were smashed to death by the iron door. They died with their eyes wide open.
There were still five or six guards standing guard in the distance. Just as they were about to scream, Yang Xuan casually kicked out a few stones that pierced their throats. They fell to the ground with blood gushing out.
The smell of blood started to spread. Yang Xuan released a bit of his divine will and then stomped his feet.
Stones flew everywhere. A few of them seemed to have a mind of their own as they flew into the forest.
A few hurried screams came to an abrupt end. Following that, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard.
Yang Xuan didn't even bother to look at them. He walked along the path and headed back to the hall.
Along the way, everyone he saw, or anyone who saw him, had their throats pierced without exception. They couldn't be more dead.
Yang Xuan hadn't killed for a long time. After killing today, he instantly felt his body lighten and his thoughts clear.
It seemed that the most suitable thing for him to be was still an executioner.
The main hall was in sight. More than ten Cang Lang Sect disciples heard the noise and rushed out. Before they could ask anything, they saw the ground full of corpses. They were shocked.
"You …" A Cang Lang Sect disciple who seemed to be the leader shouted out a word. His face was filled with disbelief as he clutched his throat and fell to the ground. Blood flowed out from between his fingers.
The other disciples were shocked as if they had seen a ghost. They didn't even have the courage to look at Yang Xuan in the eyes. They turned and ran.
But since Yang Xuan had already started the massacre, how could he let them leave? While he sneered, the bluestone ground under his feet shattered. Countless stones turned into afterimages and flew out in an instant.
Puff puff puff!
After a series of light sounds, the escaping Cang Lang Sect disciples fell to the ground. They didn't even have time to say their last words.
Light footsteps sounded. The Cang Lang Sect Branch Leader, the old man in green, had just come out. He was so shocked that he took three steps back. Only the sound of cold air could be heard from his chest.
Yang Xuan slowly turned around. His eyes were cold as he said one word at a time.
"What about the little girl?"
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