183: Tang Shisan

Li Changfeng turned his head; he turned his head to look in the direction from which the sound had come.

And just at this moment.

At the source of the sound, there was actually a person standing there.

"Was it you who called me just now?" Li Changfeng frowned, his gaze narrowing as he looked the person over carefully.

The person who had just spoken was wearing a suit of armor, his eyes bright and alert, and he was holding a gleaming Long Saber.

He appeared to be a Mulan Manor disciple, yet his face was grim, and a flash of cold light erupted from his bright eyes.

"Yes! It was me!" That Mulan Manor disciple gathered his courage; judging by his appearance, he seemed to be afraid as well.

"You are afraid? Then why didn't you leave?" Li Changfeng was somewhat curious.

The other Mulan Manor disciples had all already fled, yet this one person had remained here the entire time.

Was he unafraid of death, or was there some other reason?

Li Changfeng smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth curling up as he stared fixedly at that Mulan Manor disciple.

In truth, it was no easy feat for that Mulan Manor disciple to have the courage to remain here after witnessing what had happened.

"I want to take revenge." That Mulan Manor disciple had a grim look on his face, and a flash of cold light erupted from his eyes.

But after hearing these words, Li Changfeng felt somewhat like laughing. "Revenge? Who are you taking revenge for?"

"Him!" That Mulan Manor disciple raised his hand and pointed at the corpse lying on the ground—the very person Li Changfeng had just killed.

"Alright, if that's the case, I understand. What is your name, and what is your relationship to that person?" Li Changfeng asked curiously.

That Mulan Manor disciple looked to be only thirteen years old, not even as tall as his Long Saber, yet he could swing it with ease.

This kid was just a nobody, but it was a pity that he lived in Mulan Manor.

"My name is Thirteen. That person helped me; he was my benefactor!" Thirteen raised his head, and a flash of cold light erupted from his small eyes.

At this moment.

Thirteen's gaze narrowed, and he stared fixedly at Li Changfeng.

"Thirteen? That's a number, isn't it? Why do you have that name?" Li Changfeng was even more curious, and he immediately became interested in the kid before him.

"None of your business. That's the name my dad gave me." Thirteen's face was grim, and he revealed a ferocious expression.

Facing this enemy, Thirteen had felt fear and timidity, yet he had never retreated.

Even though Thirteen was not even as tall as his Long Saber, he still chose to pick up the Long Saber and face Li Changfeng.

"Yo, you've got quite a personality. Not bad." Li Changfeng smiled slightly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Come on, let's duel. I'm going to kill you." Thirteen's eyes were bloodshot, and Killing Intent surged from his body.

"But as you are now, you cannot kill me." Li Changfeng said with a smile.

Thirteen was unwilling to accept this. He raised his head, his eyes alert. "Who says? If you don't try, how would you know?"

This person had killed his benefactor.

If his benefactor was dead, he had to take revenge. If he died here, it would count as repaying the kindness.

In this way, it wouldn't be a loss!

Thirteen had made up his mind; he had to fight Li Changfeng to the death.

"You kid are really stubborn." The corners of Li Changfeng's mouth curled up, and just after he finished speaking, he suddenly appeared behind Thirteen.

Li Changfeng reached out and placed his Sword directly against Thirteen's neck.

Feeling the cold temperature of the Sword, Thirteen couldn't help but gasp, his heart trembling.

"How is this possible!" Thirteen's pupils contracted violently, and he revealed an expression of shock.

Just a moment ago, Thirteen had been staring at Li Changfeng the entire time, yet he had still vanished from before his eyes, only to reappear behind him.

How on earth did this guy manage that?

Thirteen was puzzled. He lowered his head, understanding in that moment that his time of death was approaching.

"There is nothing impossible. As long as your strength is great enough, anything is possible." Li Changfeng smiled slightly, but he did not strike.

In truth, Li Changfeng was not yet prepared to kill this kid. To have such a mindset at such a young age, his future was quite promising.

"What is your name?" Li Changfeng asked again.

"Are you stupid? Didn't I just tell you? My name is Thirteen." Thirteen snorted coldly; his temper was quite stubborn.

"Stop bluffing. How can 'Thirteen' be a person's name?" Li Changfeng was becoming somewhat impatient. "Speak up, what is your real name?"

"Tang. Tang Thirteen." Tang Thirteen showed complete disdain, not even bothering to pay attention to the Sword held against his neck.

Tang Thirteen turned around directly and looked at Li Changfeng.

Those bright eyes were actually so clear.

His eyes were very alert.

"Tang Thirteen? So you are from the Tang Family. No wonder you are extraordinary at such a young age." Li Changfeng had a bold thought.

In this world, how many people could have the surname Tang?

Besides that one Tang Sect, who else could it be?

However, this Tang Thirteen was clearly a member of the Tang Family, so how did he appear in Mulan Manor?

Moreover, this Tang Thirteen had even become a Mulan Manor disciple; this was very strange.

"So you are from the Tang Family?" Li Changfeng smiled slightly and asked, looking at Tang Thirteen.

This time, Li Changfeng was trying to be certain; asking again was to confirm Tang Thirteen's identity.

But after hearing these words.

Tang Thirteen immediately became vigilant. His face was grim, and a flash of cold light erupted from his eyes.

And because of this.

Tang Thirteen raised his head, a flash of cold light erupting from his eyes. "What exactly do you want to do? And who are you?"

"Do you really want to know?" Li Changfeng's mouth curled up. "If you want to know, I can tell you."

Tang Thirteen and Li Changfeng exchanged a glance, the two of them standing in opposition.

And it was at this moment.

Tang Thirteen suddenly spoke: "I have no interest in you; I only want to take revenge."

"But now that I am in your hands, I have no other choice."

"If you want to kill me, then kill me."

"I will absolutely not fight back."

Tang Thirteen had prepared himself to face death. Now that he had fallen into someone else's hands, it was too difficult for him to escape.

In this current situation.

Tang Thirteen could only resign himself to fate; there was nothing else he could do.

"Oh? You want to die that much?" Li Changfeng was even more curious. To have such a mindset at such a young age was truly seasoned. "Are you not afraid of death?"

"Death? Living like a dog in Mulan Manor—what difference does that way of living have from being dead? I stopped caring a long time ago." Tang Thirteen said this, looking very dejected.

After hearing these words.

Li Changfeng immediately became interested. He flicked his wrist and sheathed his Sword.

The Nine Songs Sword traced a half-moon in the air, finally sliding precisely into the scabbard.

And it was at this moment.

Li Changfeng mused: "I never said I was going to kill you. Why do you have to act like this?"