Tian Yuan

Chapter 2163: Sword Swinging, Fear

After calming down, Songmang's expression became stern, his gaze as sharp as a blade unsheathed, locking onto the enemy's position. Then, with his sword tightly gripped in his right hand, he stepped up into the sky, facing the crowd alone without a trace of fear.

The young master said, go and take revenge.

Song Mang obeyed Chen Qingyuan's orders unconditionally without any hesitation.

The Eagle leader had hoped to exchange a few pleasantries with Chen Qingyuan, hoping to extract some useful information. However, Chen Qingyuan simply ignored him, leaving him stranded and embarrassed. He felt angry but dared not vent his anger.

"What is he going to do?"

At this time, everyone looked at Song Mang who was walking towards them with a sword in hand, feeling puzzled.

Songmang’s target direction is the crocodile tribe!

To be precise, it was the young master of the crocodile clan, He Cang.

He Cang cultivated to the Mahayana realm. He had a burly figure, ugly facial features, and his body was covered with scales.

He Cang felt both unfamiliar and familiar with Song Mang.

There were at least eight thousand people who had been bullied by He Cang, so naturally they didn't recognize Song Mang at first.

He Cang prepared to search his sea of ​​consciousness to see where this sense of familiarity came from.

At this time, Song Mang used his skills and arrived at the starry sky in an instant, killing the crocodile tribe with a sword.

"presumptuous!"

The faces of the crocodile tribe's leaders darkened, feeling that their authority and dignity had been greatly challenged.

Because Chen Qingyuan was in charge, they did not dare to use their killing moves, but only condensed a barrier to block Song Mang's attack.

In their opinion, this should be a test from Chen Qingyuan. Not wanting to have a conflict, they had to defend themselves.

Song Mang did not stop and continued to swing his sword.

No matter what obstacles lie ahead, he will not be deterred.

Because the young master has spoken, we can take revenge today!

Clang——

A flash of sword light passed by, and the protective shield set up by the crocodile tribe’s leaders collapsed, like a whole piece of glass shattered.

"not good!"

Seeing the protective shield collapse, the crocodile people were shocked and subconsciously prepared to take action.

A strange thing happened. Every member of the crocodile tribe was trapped in place and unable to move. Not to mention stopping Song Mang, even speaking was difficult.

Even the elders who were at the Sixth Step of the Divine Bridge were no exception.

"impossible!"

"What kind of method is this?"

"We're in big trouble!"

The crocodile tribe members were terrified and their faces turned pale.

tear-

This sword hit He Cang's body firmly, cutting off his left arm and spraying blood.

Logically speaking, even if He Cang stood there and let Song Mang chop him, he would not be hurt. The difference in their cultivation was simply too great.

The moment the sword fell, all of He Cang's protective patterns shattered.

This was naturally not Song Mang's ability, but something Chen Qingyuan did secretly.

"what!"

His arm was chopped off, He Cang's restraints were released, and he screamed heart-wrenchingly. The pain was one thing, but more importantly, it was the fear of the unknown power.

Looking at He Cang's pale and terrified expression, Song Mang's movements paused slightly. It was not because he was soft-hearted, but because he felt a sense of unrealistic dream.

Although he dreamed of revenge, he never thought he could really do it.

But today he did it.

He knew that all this was given by Chen Qingyuan.

He will never forget this kindness.

He understood one thing very well: with his own qualifications, he probably would not be able to repay the kindness in this lifetime, and he felt extremely guilty.

He Cang, whose arm had been chopped off, glanced around and found his tribesmen motionless, as if petrified. He had also tried to mobilize his profound energy to heal his injuries, but his meridians were blocked, rendering him unable to use any other means.

Now he understood the seriousness of the matter.

Before he had time to think, He Cang felt a murderous intent so strong that it was suffocating.

"What are you going to do?"

He Cang stared at the approaching Song Mang, feeling terrified, and asked in a trembling voice.

"revenge."

Songmang is concise and to the point.

"Revenge?" Until now, He Cang still didn't recognize Song Mang. As he backed away, he argued, "Fellow Daoist, there must be a misunderstanding between us. Let's talk slowly and don't be impulsive."

"Misunderstanding?" Song Mang was visibly stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, misunderstanding."

After laughing for a while, Song Mang's expression suddenly changed. He looked as gloomy as a corpse, and a chilling aura emanated from his whole body.

Before his eyes, the tragic scene of his confidante being raped and killed emerged. His eyes were filled with dense bloodshot and his murderous intent continued to grow, as if he wanted to drag the whole world into an endless hell to endure endless torture.

"People like you deserve to die!"

Song Mang was thinking about revenge every moment, but because of the disparity in strength, he could only endure it and felt extremely tormented.

He Cang, the instigator of the incident, didn't care about it at all. To him, it was just a trivial matter in life, as common as eating and drinking water.

In order to ensure Song Mang's safety and to ensure that his revenge process is not disturbed, not only the people of the crocodile tribe were imprisoned, but also people of other tribes.

"I can't move my body."

"This person must have taken action to achieve the majestic power that surpasses us."

"The reason we can't detect this person's aura isn't because he controls a rare treasure that can conceal it, but because he possesses a terrifying power that transcends the mundane world."

"Who offended such a terrifying existence?"

Everyone was frozen in the void, unable to speak or make any sound, and could only shout in horror deep in their hearts.

Swah——

Song Mang swung his sword again, cutting off He Cang's other arm.

The wound was flat and smooth, and blood was gushing out.

He Cang screamed again, terrified. The physical pain was nothing; the key was the nearing death. He was terrified, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Dad! Dad! Save me!"

No matter how He Cang asked for help, the crocodile tribe's top leaders did not respond at all.

Song Mang pressed forward step by step, his expression ferocious and murderous.

At this moment, he turned into an evil ghost walking out of the eighteen levels of hell.

He Cang was clearly a cultivator in the Mahayana stage, but he was forced into a desperate situation by Song Mang. He kept begging for mercy and even promised various benefits in the hope of escaping this disaster.

How could Song Mang let He Cang go? He kept swinging the sword in his hand. Every time he swung the sword, he could hear He Cang's screams, like a beautiful ancient song, which made Song Mang deeply immersed and unable to extricate himself.

Since begging for mercy was useless, He Cang had to give up and started cursing, with all kinds of dirty words coming out of his mouth.

Under this high-intensity pressure, He Cang finally remembered Song Mang. He looked dazed and recalled what he had done that day with extraordinary clarity.

In just ten or so breaths, there was no part of He Cang's body left intact. He was chopped into a human pig, and his body was covered with thick and smelly blood, which made people dare not look directly at him.

He laughed bitterly and cursed, "So it's you, bastard."