Free Web NovelChapter 1078: Chapter 741: Embroidery Needle_2
"I won’t bully you two juniors. I just happen to have a friend who can test your skills. Feel free to attack; don’t hold back," Yang Xiao said magnanimously.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Fengyang and Lina both simultaneously looked at Tong Han, who stood up. But in the next moment, something unexpected for Cen Fengyang and Lina happened—a shadow emerged from the shaking leaves behind Yang Xiao.
At the sight of the Mirror Ghost, both Cen Fengyang and Lina’s brains froze; it was clearly... clearly Yang Xiao!
There were two Yang Xiaos!
"Kill them," Yang Xiao said lightly. These words were meant for Cen Fengyang and Lina, to let them know he wasn’t joking.
Following the order, the Mirror Ghost immediately took action, brandishing a chef’s knife and charging at Cen Fengyang.
Overcoming a brief shock, Cen Fengyang reacted swiftly, retreating immediately while casting a net. However, the net hadn’t touched the Mirror Ghost before it vanished into thin air, reappearing a moment later by a water bubble not far behind Cen Fengyang. The ability to teleport through mirrors was inherently the Mirror Ghost’s skill, one that even surpassed Yang Xiao in fluidity and ease.
Caught off guard, the knife struck Cen Fengyang’s shoulder, but he was decisive enough not to retreat. Instead, he slapped the Mirror Ghost’s face, covering it with an embroidered handkerchief.
The handkerchief was quite magical, quickly constricting upon covering the face and within seconds, distorting the Mirror Ghost’s features. If it were a person, half of the face might have been torn off. Yet the Mirror Ghost wasn’t intimidated, rudely ripping the handkerchief from its face, leaving pieces of skin stuck to the cloth.
Observing with arms crossed and eyes squinted, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but nod. Although Cen Fengyang was young, he was very experienced in combat and quick-witted. This move itself was something most Fierce Level Apostles couldn’t achieve.
Now that Cen Fengyang was wounded by the Ghost Chef’s Knife, the game was over. However, Yang Xiao didn’t have the Mirror Ghost trade injuries to kill Cen Fengyang outright.
The reason was simple. For one, he wasn’t done watching and wanted to continue observing the Mirror Ghost’s combat skills. For another, dealing with someone like Cen Fengyang wasn’t worth having the Mirror Ghost get injured. At most, Cen was just a Fierce Grade Apostle.
Even with two magic artifacts in hand, Cen Fengyang was still overpowered by the Mirror Ghost, clearly about to reach his limit.
In a desperate final attempt to repel the Mirror Ghost, Cen Fengyang turned to Yang Xiao, pleading for him to stop, offering his loyalty in return.
But Yang Xiao remained indifferent, watching coldly. By now, Lina was already so frightened she was paralyzed, knowing full well her skills were only good against ordinary people. Against that guy who looked like Yang Xiao, she couldn’t withstand even three moves.
Moreover, with Yang Xiao and Tong Han glaring intently from the side, Tong Han’s gaze was fixed on her. She knew that if she dared to run, Tong Han would act immediately.
Fleeing meant death, but staying also meant death, so Lina resolved to be a cowardly turtle, giving up resistance, only hoping that Yang Xiao would spare her life for her obedience during the mission.
Soon, the battle between Cen Fengyang and the Mirror Ghost came to a conclusion. Cen Fengyang was caught and one of his arms was severed, and he was brutally knocked aside, hurtling towards Yang Xiao.
Suddenly, sensing danger, Yang Xiao sharply turned his head. The next second, a bloodline was drawn across his fair and delicate cheek, accompanied by a buzzing sound in his ear—it was an extremely fine embroidery needle, with a silver thread attached.
It was precisely this silver thread that grazed Yang Xiao’s cheek. Had he not turned his head to dodge, the embroidery needle would have pierced through his skull, and the sharp silver thread would have split his head like a watermelon.
Seeing his final killing blow fail, Cen Fengyang, after being knocked away and hitting a large tree, fell to the ground in utter desperation. He was now in a pitiful state, with half an arm severed and several ribs broken, rendering him incapable of further battle.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
Yang Xiao halted the Mirror Ghost and applauded Cen Fengyang, who lay collapsed on the ground.
"Well done. I really underestimated you; I didn’t expect you to have three magic artifacts on you," he said, with some regret in his voice as he looked at the embroidery needle on the ground. "It seems that the embroidery needle is your ultimate weapon, well hidden. You didn’t even take it out when dealing with the Black Robed Ghost, so you must have been wary of me all along."
"My lord, give me a chance to serve you. I am useful, I am useful, my lord!" Cen Fengyang didn’t wish to die. Having come through numerous hardships, he didn’t want his journey to end, unwilling to accept it!
"To be fair, there aren’t many Fierce Grade Apostles who could achieve what you did. You’re talented, and it would be a waste to kill you," Yang Xiao commented, hands clasped behind his back.
"Thank you... thank you, my lord, for sparing me!!" Seeing a glimmer of hope for survival, Cen Fengyang struggled to lift himself, kowtowing vigorously towards Yang Xiao’s direction, not caring for his dignity, only wanting to live.
"Let me finish," Yang Xiao interrupted, raising a hand to halt Cen Fengyang’s actions, reluctant to take advantage of a dying man.
"You are indeed talented, but you’re also a beast. I ask you, what business were you in at Xiang Ma Town?"
"Flesh... flesh trade, but my lord, you know such trade is everywhere in Xiang Ma Town. I just..."
Yang Xiao interrupted before Cen Fengyang could finish, "What you’re engaged in is not the ordinary flesh trade; you’re selling deceived girls overseas."
"And you, you’re two of a kind. You’re responsible for the trickery, and he’s responsible for the selling. You both form a chain in this business. Didn’t you sell three girls just last week? Am I wronging you?"
"Over the years, through your hands, there haven’t been just a few hundred, but at least hundred-something girls sold off. Both of you deserve to die!" freewēbnoveℓ.com
"I was wrong. I will never dare again. Please spare me this time! I’m willing to serve you!" Lina collapsed to the ground, crying bitterly.
"You deserve death the most. As a woman, you know full well the plight of those poor girls who were sold. With a venomous heart like yours, you still dare to ask me to take you in? What do you think I am, Yang Xiao? Someone who would accept any filth?"
As soon as Yang Xiao finished speaking, Lina’s neck was entangled by wet hair, which suddenly tightened. Within seconds, Lina stopped struggling, her eyes wide open as she lay still on the ground.
Tong Han didn’t wish for the filthy blood of that creature to splatter on him, so he generously spared her from having her head twisted off, leaving her a whole corpse out of mercy.
Seeing this, Cen Fengyang knew he had no chance of survival today. He stopped begging for mercy, spread his legs, and cursed at Yang Xiao, "Yang Xiao! Stop pretending. For you to climb to the position of Pingxi Marquis, do you dare say you haven’t done any dirty deeds? Do you dare say you’re guiltless?"
"Today, dying at your hands is my own inadequacy, none other to blame. But I won’t allow you to insult me. I’m not a good person, and neither are you a saint. You’re not much cleaner than I am. We’re both not human beings; we’re the ghosts living off Xiang Ma Town!"
"Since the day we became apostles, we’ve been ghosts! Ghosts who must harm others lest they be harmed themselves!"
"Yang Xiao, you’re full of deceit and hypocrisy. You won’t end well. As a ghost, I won’t let you go! I’ll be waiting for you down below, waiting for you below!!"
Before Tong Han could attack him, Cen Fengyang drew a dagger with his free hand and slit his own throat.
Blood spurted a full three yards high, and even as his body fell, Cen Fengyang kept his bloodshot eyes open, glaring at Yang Xiao.
