Swish! Swish! Swish!
At the same time, the person behind him kept moving—stabbing him in the back, knife after knife.
"Who is it?! Who is it?!"
Li Lichang tried to escape. He struggled hard.
But the "person" behind him was clearly at least at Mortal Realm, level one.
He clamped down on Li Lichang's shoulders with terrifying strength, making it impossible to break free.
And with his vital points repeatedly stabbed—even if Li Lichang had the strength to shatter metal and stone—he could no longer summon even the slightest power.
He was completely at the mercy of his attacker.
"Help—!"
Fear overwhelmed him. The instinct to survive made him open his mouth to scream.
But just as he did, the large hand gripping his shoulder shifted and instantly covered his mouth.
Li Lichang's eyes flicked to the side—and what he saw made his heart stop.
What is this black hand?!
It was icy cold, without the warmth of a living being.Soft like a human's, yet something about it felt… wrong. Distorted . Unreal.
As if it didn't belong to this world.
"Mmff! Mmfff!"
Confusion, terror, panic, dread—all kinds of emotions surged through him.
Li Lichang began struggling violently.
A first-level Mortal Realm cultivator truly had a strong life force.
A normal person would've died long ago with wounds like his.But Li Lichang was still clinging to life.
Still trying to survive.
He gripped the black hand with both hands, trying to tear it away.
He bit down on it as hard as he could.
If it had been a real human hand, the pain might've made the attacker flinch.
But Xiao Hei didn't feel anything.
No pain.
No reaction.
Nothing.
"Relax."
Su Zhan approached with a smile, eyes cold but calm.
"Bleeding, dizziness, pain… all perfectly normal."
"Mmfff!"
Li Lichang's eyes widened even more.
Gone was his usual arrogance and pride.
All that remained was pleading—the raw desperation to live.
"With vitality this stubborn… looks like I'll have to do it myself."
Swish!
Without hesitation, Su Zhan drove his knife straight into Li Lichang's chest.
Then twisted.
Li Lichang screamed into the hand covering his mouth, his whole body spasming in pain.
"Xiao Hei, that's enough. Just keep covering his mouth—I'll handle the rest."
Su Zhan stabbed again.
And again. And again.
His blade pierced Li Lichang's abdomen.
Then his heart.
Then his spleen.
Each strike more brutal than the last.
Who said revenge wasn't satisfying?
This feeling—this bliss—was better than eating after starving for days.
Watching Li Lichang's pride melt into terror, his once-arrogant eyes now wide in helplessness—
Su Zhan felt happiness in every bone of his body.
He lost track of how many times he stabbed.
Eventually, Li Lichang stopped moving.
Stopped breathing.
All he knew was that when Xiao Hei finally let go, Li Lichang's corpse collapsed to the ground, eyes wide open in death.
The body was already starting to go cold.
"…Comfortable."
Su Zhan let out a long breath, looking at the blood pooling around his feet.
He felt calm.
At peace.
Not a hint of panic or guilt.
None of the fear people always talked about after their first kill.
As for the thick smell of blood in the air?
In this place, it was nothing unusual.
Honestly, if he hadn't wanted to keep things quiet, Su Zhan wouldn't have even bothered silencing Li Lichang.
"Drag him inside," Su Zhan ordered.
But Xiao Hei tilted his head, unmoving.
Clearly, he didn't understand.
Su Zhan glanced at him and sighed.
"I only taught you how to stab, slit throats, and cover mouths…" he muttered. "Fine. I'll teach you how to clean up next time."