Chapter 107 – Unable To Control Hate! (2/2)

They once again staggered past each other.

Gan Yang thrust his crescent blade at the chest of the man in black, the sabre of the man in black also swung down at his head.

Fighting with their lives.

Gan Yang knows he is no match for the man in black, but he was willing to exchange his life for others. Hoping that it will give his people and his brothers the chance to live.

Screech—

Gan Yang flew into the air, he saw his horse and also saw his body.

His claret-coloured horse continued to gallop ahead, dragging along his huge body; it completely did not notice that something has fallen off.

Flying across the air was his head; his big head was severed off by the sabre and sent into the air.

He watched his horse galloped faster and farther and finally disappeared out of view.

Plop–

His head dropped to the ground, his eyes showing everlasting regret

“Uncle Gan—–” Gan Liang was still fighting with another bandit. Witnessing Gan Yang's tragic death, he abruptly came to a standstill and yelled.

Only because of this stagnation, the desert bandits were able to take advantage to lunge a sword at his back.

As if he was being bitten by an ant he felt no pain at all.

“Uncle Gan—–uncle Gan—-” He was screaming and yelling as he turned his horse toward Gan Yang's head. This simple and kind boy had forgotten the danger of the battlefield and the horror of the b.l.o.o.d.y fight. He only wanted to rush over, pick up his uncle's head and burst into tears.

After his father died, uncle Gan was the hope of his family. He was the only shoulder he could lean on, he was the one closest to him. In his heart, he was the man who replaced his father.

But he died in front of his eyes, he was decapitated in one stroke—–

The expressions of the desert bandits, although covered with bloodstains, were cruel and ruthless. They thought that Gan Liang tried to run away, immediately clench tight onto their sabres that was still dripping with blood and gave chase on horses.

“Gan Liang, run—-hurry run—–” Li Muyang was worried to the point he almost turned crazy.

He leaped down from the carriage, then fumbled around on the ground.

He found the Understand Heaven Sword.

What's strange was that no matter where he drops it, the Understand Heaven Sword was always at his side, tightly strapped just above his belt.

He drew his sword and dashed at full speed over to the bandit who was chasing Gan Liang without stopping.

It was only just one round, only a brief moment, but these d.a.m.n desert bandits, these butchers who deserves to go to h.e.l.l, nearly slaughtered the entire friendly escort guards.

That burly man said to him with a worried face: I rescued you from the Mangrove Forest so you owe me one. I don't ask for anything else, just stay alive. Live for a long, long time.

That big brother covered with pimples on the face is called Huang Xuan, he gave him a tin kettle and said to him: Drink it to wet your throat, this pot of water is clean, I haven't drank it——

That bright dark-eyed young man proudly said to him: one day I want to go to Jiangnan city, along with the team of escorting guards.

Also, there were some other people he talked to, when they did not know what to say to him they would just kindly smile at him.

They have a wife, children and families who need their care and support. They have flesh and blood; they're living people.

However, they were hacked to death one by one by the devils of the desert, their body dismembered.

In the blink of an eye, also the time to drink a mouthful of water.

They were all dead.

Li Muyang felt he was going crazy.

Hate!

Hate!

Hate to the point that his blood was racing around his body, his body was trembling badly.

He ran with all his strength.

He ran faster and faster, faster than any horse.

As he caught up with the man in black, his body soared high into the air.

And then the Understand Heaven Sword in his hand lunged at his back.

The black-clad bandit felt the danger behind him, he twisted around with his face ashen with fear, wanting to repel the attack with his sabre.

Clang—-

His sabre was cut into two pieces, like a branch was being snapped.

Chi——

His body severed in half, like cutting a block of tofu.

Both sides of his face was the expression of fear, he finally understood the feeling of despair when death descends.

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