92: Kill me, please kill me quickly

“Damn it, that's the head of a Demon Suppression Army soldier!”

Inside the cabin.

Someone stared at the familiar head in the Netherworld Commander's hand and suddenly let out a heart-wrenching roar.

“These beasts dare to use the head of a Demon Suppression Army soldier as a drinking vessel!!”

“Those who died for Great Xia shall not suffer such humiliation! I will chop them to pieces, I will chop them to pieces!!”

The first to roar was Zhao Hu, a retired veteran of the Demon Suppression Army.

He and Old Zhou had previously defended the front lines together in Linyuan City for three months.

Now, seeing his former comrade's head being treated as a plaything, Zhao Hu's eyes turned bloodshot. He grabbed his heavy battle-axe and charged towards the cabin door:

“Even if I'm torn to shreds today, I will get Brother Zhou's head back!”

“Fight to the death! Avenge Brother Zhou!”

The veterans behind him were also furious, wanting to open the cabin door and rush out to fight.

“Fight to the death, fight to the death, always fighting to the death!”

“The leader's strength is no less than Fifth-realm. Are you sure you're enough to even bother him?”

The sudden voice was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing half of the fervor in the cabin.

Everyone looked over and found that it was Lu Ming who had spoken!

At this moment, there was no sorrow or joy on his face; his eyes were as calm as an abyss.

His gaze swept over the enraged veterans in the cabin, finally settling on the Netherworld Commander outside the window who was toying with the head. His voice had no fluctuation:

“A Fifth-realm early-stage Netherworld Commander, accompanied by 20 Fourth-realm peak-stage Falcon Beasts, and thirty Fourth-realm mid-stage Netherworld Knights.”

“Among you few, there's barely one person above Fourth-realm late-stage, and seventy percent are early-stage. How many breaths can you last if you rush out?”

Zhao Hu's eyes immediately cleared. He carefully sensed it.

Indeed, he felt an extremely threatening pressure from the white-haired commander.

That was definitely not the pressure that a Fourth-realm alien could bring.

“Fifth-realm...”

If that were true, they wouldn't even be able to retrieve Old Zhou's head now; how to escape would be the problem!

“So what? Are we just going to watch Brother Zhou's head be used as a wine pot?”

A veteran with a missing pinky finger retorted with red eyes, his voice filled with unwillingness.

“When we wore the Demon Suppression Army uniform, we swore to protect every inch of Great Xia's land and to ensure that the heroes are not humiliated! Now, we can't even protect a comrade's remains, what kind of Demon Suppression Army are we?”

“Exactly! You, Lu Ming, are afraid of death, so you can hide!”

Another veteran roared with red eyes, spittle splashing on the cabin floor in front of him.

“Even if we, the Demon Suppression Army, die, we will die with dignity, which is better than watching our comrades suffer humiliation like a cowering turtle!”

As soon as these words came out, the cabin instantly fell silent.

Monk Ming Kong looked at the veteran in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

Benefactor, do you want to see who you're scolding?

A one-stop Buddhist funeral service, perhaps?

Lu Ming's lips curled slightly, and the crisp sound of his footsteps was particularly jarring in the dead silent cabin.

He walked step by step towards the roaring veteran, exuding a suffocating calmness.

“Afraid of death?”

Lu Ming stopped, his gaze falling on the polished Demon Suppression Army badge on the veteran's chest.

“I just think you all going one by one is a damn waste of my time!”

With that, Lu Ming kicked open the cabin door and leaped into the air.

The biting cold wind instantly poured into the cabin, and the black mist, mixed with a foul stench, hit everyone's faces, but no one bothered to dodge.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the blood-red figure leaping into the air.

“This man is so handsome!!”

Ouyang Zhi's breathing quickened, and her legs clamped tightly together.

Meanwhile, Ming Kong frowned.

Although Lu Ming was strong, he was still just one person.

The opposing side was a well-organized alien army, forming a military formation that could never be broken by a single individual.

“Benefactor Lu, I'll help you!”

Ming Kong shouted and followed closely behind.

Ouyang Zhi stared blankly at his back. Didn't this little bald donkey used to despise Lu Ming the most?

How did he become a little sycophant!

“Cold Moon Sect, Ouyang Zhi! I am willing to fight with Mr. Lu!”

“And me, Hu Tao from Jiangbei!”

“Zhao Hu is here too...”

Roars from behind came one after another.

Lu Ming's lips twitched.

It was inspiring, but could they stop stealing his kills?

Damn it, he had to be quicker!

...“Oh, these two-legged sheep actually dare to resist?”

“Don't fight me for him. This human kid has some courage. His head is worthy of becoming part of my collection!”

Watching Lu Ming charge towards him, the Netherworld Commander licked his lips, his purple eyes filled with excitement.

He casually hung Old Zhou's head on his waist, and his bone spear spun in his palm, leaving afterimages.

“Who goes there?”

The Netherworld Commander thrust his bone spear forward, black death energy coiling around the spearhead, his purple eyes filled with playful scrutiny, as if Lu Ming's head was already in his grasp.

“State your name, so I can let you die clearly. In the future, amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of bones in the Netherworld, you can remember who cut you down!”

Lu Ming hovered in mid-air, blood-red spiritual energy suddenly erupting around him.

“What are you barking about like a dog? I don't understand, just die!”

After a low roar, Lu Ming's figure transformed into a blood-red lightning bolt.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared at the Netherworld Commander's side.

The suppression effect of the Thunderclap Killing Burst unfolded.

Lu Ming raised his hand and made a grasping motion towards the Netherworld Commander, golden blade energy condensing in his palm, and he fiercely slashed towards the Netherworld Commander's body!

The playful look on the Netherworld Commander's face instantly froze, his pupils constricting.

His body was suppressed by a force!

But he quickly calmed down.

It's fine, it's fine.

No harm with smoke. This kid is so fast, he's probably a transcendent specializing in speed.

But I have a Fifth-realm physical body!

He definitely can't break my defense!

But the next second, the smug look on his face abruptly vanished.

The spiritual energy within Lu Ming was like a bottomless pit.

He wielded the Demon Subduing Nine Blades, one strike after another.

Golden blade energy, imbued with the suppressive power of the Thunderclap Killing Burst, sliced through the Netherworld Commander's body like cutting butter.

There was no imagined clang of metal, nor the resistance of tough flesh and skin.

The powerful physical body, which Fifth-realm aliens prided themselves on, was as fragile as paper in front of the demon-breaking blade energy.

“Pfft!”

“Pfft!”

Hundreds of blade energies instantly submerged him.

He didn't die, because Lu Ming deliberately avoided his vital points.

But he was worse off than dead.

The golden blade energies, like fine rain, precisely avoided the Netherworld Commander's heart, head, and other vital points, but layeredly cut the tendons and bones of his limbs and the flesh of his torso.

“Ah ah ah!!!! What are you looking at, hurry up and save me!”

Seeing this, the surrounding subordinates furiously charged forward.

Lu Ming didn't even lift his eyes, casually unleashing a strike of the Demon Subduing Nine Blades, and a Netherworld Knight, along with the Falcon Beast beneath him, was split in half.

Blood rained down from the sky.

Lu Ming's expression remained unchanged as he continued to swing his blade, carving flesh and bone.

The white-haired commander's mournful screams echoed across the entire wilderness.

“Bastard, if you have the guts, just kill me directly!!!! Ah!!!”

“Ah, no, I was wrong!!”

“Kill me, please kill me!!!”

Lu Ming's lips curled into a crazed smile:

“Hehehe, weren't you going to cut me down? I'm right in front of you now, what are you waiting for? Come on, twist off my head!!!”

The remaining Netherworld Knights were terrified by the sight, their previous ferocity completely gone.

Is this still a human?

How can he be even more vicious than us Nether race!

They wanted to escape under the cover of the black mist.

But Lu Ming wouldn't give them the chance. Blade energies streaked across the sky, and all the Netherworld Knights turned into blood mist.

At this point, the white-haired commander was too weak to even scream.

With each strike Lu Ming landed, his body instinctively twitched.

Ming Kong and the others watched this brutal scene, a sense of relief rising within them.

It's a good thing Lu Ming isn't on the opposing side.

He's too brutal!