The black tiger did not use its last ounce of strength to attack him. Instead, it charged towards the group of people who had retreated earlier.
Moments later, screams echoed through the air, one after another.
"Ah! Sect Leader, spare me! Sect Leader..."
"No! Don't... don't kill me! Ah!"
"Quick... quick, run! The Sect Leader has gone mad, everyone run, quick... ah!"
"Sect Leader, we were wrong, I... ah!"
...
Feng Wuji and the people behind him trembled uncontrollably as they witnessed the bloody massacre before their eyes.
Despite being accustomed to bloodshed, they instinctively felt fear when they saw life being so ruthlessly harvested.
Now, they finally understood the meaning of the phrase "a life for a life" that had been spoken earlier.
It was already ten minutes later when the wails subsided.
At the convergence of everyone's gaze, an old figure, stained crimson with blood, limped towards them.
Faint groans could still be heard behind him.
It was the call of death!
"To show my sincerity, you lost sixteen brothers, and I return thirty-two lives!" Black Tiger dragged his heavy body and grinned, "How, is that enough?"
That's right, behind him lay thirty-two corpses.
This was considered one life for two!
Looking at the ferocious smile on Black Tiger's face, Feng Wuji suddenly felt a chilling dread.
He admitted that in that regard, he was no match for Black Tiger.
"You truly are a madman!" Feng Wuji's voice was very low.
"Hehehe! Is that so?" Black Tiger seemed pleased with the assessment.
"Cough! Cough!"
Two mouthfuls of blood spilled from his lips.
The previous attack had exhausted the last of his inner energy. At this moment, even standing was a difficult task for him.
"You... young man, you should learn to be cruel. Otherwise, you will eventually... cough..."
Finally, Black Tiger couldn't finish his last words and collapsed.
At this moment, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
It was a message.
Lying on the ground, Black Tiger used his last shred of strength and obsession to pick up the phone.
"The Twelve General assessment is terminated, Black Tiger has been born!"
After reading the message, the old man suddenly laughed heartily at the sky.
"Hahaha!"
At this moment, his weathered pupils revealed a hint of desolation.
"I, who styled myself as Black Tiger, witnessed the birth of the new Black Tiger before my death. How ridiculous!"
His consciousness began to blur. After taking his last look at the world, he slowly closed his eyes.
"I... what was my name again? Oh! That's right, I think my name was Cheng... Tian... Gao!"
Thus, the Sect Leader of the Black Tiger Sect, who once had ambitions as high as the heavens, perished.
Yet, the ending was somewhat poignant.
"Let's go!"
Feng Wuji glanced at the desolate corpse in the distance, his expression slightly complex.
Even though his mortal enemy had died before his eyes, for some reason, Feng Wuji felt no joy.
Instead, his heart felt heavy.
He did not choose to hunt down the remaining members of the Black Tiger Sect.
Ye Ming, who had been quietly observing everything from afar, showed no change in his expression. It was as if he had long been accustomed to all of this.
At this moment, Feng Wuji led his men to Ye Ming's side and bowed his hands again in thanks, "I will never forget your previous kindness. If you ever need my help in the future, I will do my utmost, even at the cost of my life!"
There was no pretense in his eyes.
"You don't need to be so polite. Come to Villa Number 10 on Purple Cloud Mountain tomorrow to see me. I have other matters to attend to today," Ye Ming said, waving his hand.
"Ah! Alright! I will certainly visit tomorrow!" Feng Wuji agreed, though he had his doubts.
"Mm!"
Ye Ming glanced at him, and then his body began to dissipate bit by bit before everyone's eyes.
Instead of vanishing directly!
"This... Boss, who is this immortal?"
Xiao Biao, standing next to Feng Wuji, was dumbfounded by the strange sight.
*Thump!*
But Xiao Biao did not receive an answer from Feng Wuji. Instead, he received a rap on the head.
"Boss, why did you hit me?" Xiao Biao shook his head in pain.
"You little brats, you dared to force me to leave using those methods before. You think I won't teach you a lesson!"
"We're doomed! Boss is angry, brothers, let's retreat!"
...
"I didn't expect to encounter such a good seedling by chance."
Ye Ming, on his way to Drunken Red Dust, recalled the events.
What he was referring to was naturally Feng Wuji.
"Let me think, who should I find to mentor him?"
At this moment, Ye Ming began to ponder.
"It's a pity that the madman isn't here. If he were, he could have tempered Feng Wuji's temperament well," Ye Ming mused, searching for someone suitable to teach Feng Wuji.
In his eyes, Feng Wuji had already become his person.
"It seems that the most suitable candidate at the moment can only be Ying!" Ye Ming finally made his decision. "In the subsequent plan, I can have Ying take him and temper him!"
After finishing this thought, Ye Ming had already arrived at Drunken Red Dust.
However, he did not enter through the main gate. Instead, he crossed over the tall building and entered Ji Hongying's private space directly from the top.
As soon as he entered, a refreshing and intoxicating fragrance wafted into his nostrils. Within it, Ye Ming detected the seductive body scent that belonged uniquely to Ji Hongying.
The scent alone, which could disturb one's mind, was enough to make countless heterosexuals fall into obsession.
Ye Ming looked around but did not find the enchanting vixen. He walked to the sofa, which had almost caused him to have an accident last time, and lay down comfortably.
Just as Ye Ming was about to use his senses to probe Ji Hongying's location, he heard a series of "whoosh, whoosh" sounds of flowing water.
It turned out that the teasing little... no, the great vixen was taking a bath.
"Did I come at such a good time?"
Ye Ming was also stunned for a moment.
But as the sound of flowing water continued to pluck at a certain heartstring, Ji Hongying's alluring silhouette began to appear bit by bit in Ye Ming's mind.
Since he had personally experienced the details of that silhouette more than once before, the vision that appeared in his mind was incredibly realistic!
It was even detailed to the point of covering every aspect.
"I can't take it anymore. I need to go out for some air. Otherwise, I'll burn to death!"
Ye Ming finally decided to leave this place of trouble first.
He would return later.
But just as he was about to leave, the clear sound of flowing water suddenly stopped.
Immediately after, there was a "click," and the bathroom door slowly opened. Accompanied by a hazy mist, a graceful figure holding a bath towel, barefoot, emerged naked.
"I... I... Damn!"
Ye Ming let out a silent cry of despair in his heart.