"Wha...what?"

Looking at Xu Fan's earnest explanation, Zhang Shicun couldn't help but be taken aback.

He blinked dazedly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

"...Brother Xu Fan, what do you mean by that?"

Now that she has become a living corpse that only knows how to kill, logically speaking, it should be impossible for there to be any turning back. Isn't Xu Fan just comforting me with these words?

"..."

Clearly understanding what Zhang Shicun was pondering with his little turning eyes, Xu Fan shook his head with an amused but helpless expression.

"Zhang Shicun, I'm not in the mood to comfort you. If you trust me, just wait quietly."

"If you don't believe me, do whatever you want, but don't regret it later."

"I..."

Xu Fan's warning instantly made Zhang Shicun calm down.

He knew very well that any fuss he made would be unreasonable. Xu Fan regarded him as a brother and would not deceive him.

He looked at Xu Fan with a face full of trust and compromised.

"Alright, brother, I trust you."

Immediately, under the support of several people, Zhang Shicun withdrew to the back.

At this moment, Feng Huang and Xia Xiaodie were seen walking over from not far away.

The two of them were currently residing in the military district, and it was obvious they had come after hearing the news.

"Xu Fan, catch."

As Feng Huang approached, she tossed the Yanluo Sword in her hand to Xu Fan.

Seeing the surprise on Xu Fan's face, Feng Huang smiled and teased, "Someone is worried about their little lover, so insisted on coming all the way to deliver this."

"Sister Feng Huang!"

Hearing Feng Huang's teasing, Xia Xiaodie immediately felt a bit embarrassed.

Clearly, the joke was directed at her. After a playful exchange, Xia Xiaodie looked towards Xu Fan.

Worried on the way here, now seeing Xu Fan unharmed, she was finally able to let out a sigh of relief.

"Xu Fan, be careful with everything."

"Hmm, we'll talk later."

Nodding towards Xia Xiaodie, Xu Fan held the Yanluo Sword and walked towards Azanmu not far away.

Though this guy was still in a sorry state, the matter was not yet over, and Xu Fan had no time to chat.

With Xiaodie bringing him the Yanluo Sword, it truly helped him a lot.

With this sword, it would be much easier for him to deal with Azanmu later.

"Kid! I'll warn you one last time!"

"Let me go! Otherwise, don't even think about getting any information from me!"

Under the siege of the Insect Tide, Azanmu was already mentally exhausted.

Zhang Shicun's earlier performance made him realize that the woman who had been turned into a Blood Spirit Corpse by him shared a deep bond with Xu Fan.

He had to use this final trump card to fight for a way out for himself!

"Didn't you hear what I said before?"

Remaining as firm as ever in his attitude, Xu Fan was unmoved by Azanmu's threats.

He had mentioned earlier that he had his own way to make Azanmu spill everything honestly.

And now, the time had come.

Drawing the Yanluo Sword from his hand, a whistle sounded, and the Insect Tide surrounding Azanmu parted like waves, forming a path for Xu Fan.

"You...you..."

Seeing Xu Fan approaching with the sword, Azanmu couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety.

His gaze fell on the long sword in Xu Fan's hand, suffused with blood qi, and he grew uneasy.

His intuition told him that the sword in Xu Fan's hand was definitely not ordinary!

Not good!

Just as he was contemplating whether to change tactics to threaten Xu Fan, Xu Fan's figure flashed, and with sword in hand, he charged at him!

In the night, a streak of blood-red sword qi swept through! It tore through the night!

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream erupted from Azanmu!

"You! You!"

With that strike, a chunk of flesh was carved from Azanmu's body! Blood gushed out!

Azanmu bore the excruciating pain, his face twisted in agony as he looked at Xu Fan!

His eyes were filled with resentment and hatred. Had he not been exhausted from battling the swarm of poisonous insects, would he have so easily been wounded by Xu Fan's single stroke?

About to say something, Xu Fan moved again!

Moments later, another piece of flesh dropped from Azanmu's body!

Sweat dripped from Azanmu's body, and his teeth chattered, leaving him speechless.

Xu Fan looked at Azanmu indifferently and said, "To strip all the flesh from your body will take tens of thousands of sword strikes, as it's quite lengthy and cumbersome, but rest assured, I'm known to be a very patient person."

"Of course, you needn't doubt my medical skills either."

At this moment, there was no trace of human emotion in Xu Fan's eyes, as cold as a grim reaper emerging from Hell.

In Azanmu's eyes, a chill spread through his chest...

Xu Fan's intention was clear: he planned to flay him until there was not a single piece of flesh left on his body...

Even if, in the middle of it, he tried to end his own life, Xu Fan would revive him to continue enduring such agony.

Demon.

This brutal method made the word 'demon' spring to Azanmu's mind at once.

In his eyes, the young man was no longer a puny kid to be underestimated, but a demon! A demon that sent chills down his spine!

In fear, several streaks of Sword Radiance hit Azanmu again!

Now, Azanmu was in tattered clothes, covered in blood!

Chunks of flesh carved out of him, making him wish he were dead!

The look in his eyes when he stared at Xu Fan was now filled with nothing but fear.

He thought to hold out a little longer because he believed Xu Fan was merely trying to scare him.

He wouldn't dare harm him, for he needed him to know the way to save the Blood Spirit Corpse.

But now, seeing the relentless execution of the young man, did it seem remotely like a mere scare tactic?

This was clearly an attempt to kill him!

"Enough! Enough!"

With a thud, Azanmu had no strength left, and he dropped to his knees, looking at Xu Fan with eyes that involuntarily showed fear.

"I'll tell you everything you want to know, I just hope you...give me a swift end..."

Azanmu didn't fear death, but the punishment Xu Fan was inflicting was several times more terrifying than death!

He no longer had any courage to endure it...

He looked at Xu Fan with pleading eyes, only hoping for a quick end.

Drip... drip...

Blood continuously flowed from Azanmu's wounds, and around them, the silence was eerily palpable.

Zhang Shicun watched from the side, wishing dearly to rush over and question the man on how to save the others.

But in the end, he held himself back.

He knew very well that it was best for him to remain quiet for now.

Otherwise, if he messed up Xu Fan's plan, he would regret it for the rest of his life!

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