So before throwing Lian Hao into the courtyard, Zhao Ya had already set up Poison around the premises.

This move indeed proved effective.

In order to quickly kill Zhao Ya, Yang Bin went all out, bringing out all the forces he had painstakingly developed over the years.

He thought the victory was at hand, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be a costly mistake. Instead of killing Zhao Ya, he ended up losing everything he had.

But it was too late for regrets now.

Yang Bin took a deep breath and suddenly did something completely unexpected for Zhao Ya.

He suddenly threw away his cane, and then shot into the darkness like an arrow off the string.

His speed was not inferior in the least to that of a Martial Artist.

Zhao Ya was momentarily taken aback, then quipped, "So with the cane, you limp, and without it, you’re as swift as the wind?"

For Yang Bin pretending to be a cripple, Zhao Ya was not too surprised.

After all, for someone like him, as long as it brings benefits, he would do anything, completely without scruples.

But Yang Bin got one thing wrong.

Competing in speed with Zhao Ya was an act of utter humiliation for himself.

Zhao Ya did not hurry to chase after him. First, he instructed the Mute Girl to find a quiet corner to wait for him, and then he darted away.

Yang Bin felt like his lungs were about to explode from running.

Even so, he did not dare to relax for even a moment.

Because he knew that if Zhao Ya caught up to him, the result awaiting him would be more terrifying than death.

So, he ran desperately, trying to escape alive.

But soon after, Yang Bin despaired.

Because he could clearly hear the sound of breathing coming from behind him.

The sound grew nearer, yet showed no urgency to approach him, merely following leisurely.

Yet this feeling only intensified Yang Bin’s dread.

It seemed just like a cat playing with a mouse before eating it.

Filled with cruel mockery.

Finally, after running a bit farther, Yang Bin suddenly stopped, then collapsed onto the ground, exhausted.

"No more, no more, whether you want to kill or flay me, do as you please; I can run no further," Yang Bin panted.

Zhao Ya approached slowly but did not come too close.

Although Yang Bin should have no tricks left, to be on the safe side, Zhao Ya maintained a safer distance.

"You can’t run anymore?"

"Can’t run anymore, just kill me, I’ve lived enough, played enough, nothing to lose by dying," Yang Bin began to give up.

Zhao Ya chuckled, "Kill you? How can you think it’s that simple? First, hand over the genuine ledger, then atone for the sins you’ve committed, only after that can you die, understand?"

Yang Bin smirked disdainfully, "To hand over the real ledger is impossible, and as for atoning for sins... hehe."

Yang Bin raised his head to look at Zhao Ya, speaking with pride.

"I have killed over a hundred, nearly two hundred people. How would you calculate that?"

Zhao Ya fell silent.

Seeing this, Yang Bin became even more complacent.

"Let me tell you, I’ve done far worse things; when killing those eleven or twelve-year-old kids, they already had adult consciousness, begged for their lives continually, and even when tortured to death, never dared to curse you once."

A cold flame seemed to burn in Zhao Ya’s eyes, making him appear especially terrifying in the night.

But Yang Bin not only didn’t restrain himself but became even more arrogant.

"Do you know how long it took me to kill one person?"

Yang Bin stretched out two fingers, "A full two days and nights."

Saying that, a reminiscent look appeared on Yang Bin’s face, "She was just a fifteen-year-old girl, her skin as white and tender as the first snow on plum blossoms."

"She called me godfather, for I had adopted her at seven years old; until she turned fifteen, I found her too beautiful, I was reluctant to maim her, but for the sake of Nandian Town, I gritted my teeth and killed her."

"I first used a small knife to cut her skin bit by bit; as the blood flowed out, it was like exquisite blood diamonds, incredibly beautiful."

"She cried, begging me for mercy, I also cried, for it was just too beautiful, I... ."

"Enough!" Zhao Ya suddenly roared in anger, rushing forward to choke him fiercely.

Yang Bin did not resist.

He also knew, with this level of strength, resisting would be futile.

He just stared mockingly at Zhao Ya, awaiting death’s arrival.

But unexpectedly, the anticipated death did not come.

Zhao Ya was far calmer than he had imagined.

"You’re trying to provoke me into killing you, right?"

Yang Bin remained silent, even closing his eyes.

Zhao Ya suddenly laughed, then leaned into Yang Bin’s ear and whispered.

"Let me guess, are you also worried about suffering such torment yourself?"

Yang Bin shuddered all over, then opened his eyes to look at Zhao Ya, speaking somewhat guiltily.

"But you’re the Young Hero of the Azure Dragon Temple!"

"Young Hero?" Zhao Ya chuckled, "Who said a Young Hero can’t kill?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"What’s called eradicating evil is goodness, especially when it comes to scum like you."

Yang Bin finally panicked a little.

He began to regret not committing suicide earlier.

Zhao Ya seemed to discern his thoughts, and couldn’t help but smile coldly.

"Regretting not committing suicide earlier?"

Yang Bin remained silent.

Zhao Ya spoke leisurely, "It’s not that I look down on you; but with scum like you, you kill others without hesitation, yet when it comes to yourself, you lack the guts to act."

As he spoke, Zhao Ya casually threw Yang Bin to the ground.

Yang Bin was almost knocked out, trying to get up but found himself unable, watching helplessly as Zhao Ya took out several small bottles from his pocket, skillfully mixing them.

Yang Bin felt a chill in his heart and could not help but sharply ask, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Ya grinned at him, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"I’m concocting a kind of Immortal Elixir that will soon take you to Paradise."

Yang Bin’s heart sank to the bottom.

He knew, of course, that the Immortal Elixir Zhao Ya spoke of could be nothing good.

Especially since Zhao Ya had just demonstrated his skill, silently poisoning so many robust men to death in front of him.

It was a testament to his Poison Dao mastery.

The more Yang Bin thought, the colder he felt inside, finally unable to resist trying to commit suicide.

But biting his tongue brought such pain that he had to give up.

He thought of smashing himself to death with a stone, but after several attempts, couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Meanwhile, Zhao Ya was done with his concoction.

He approached with a small bottle, a trace of mockery on his face.

"Don’t struggle, I knew someone like you wouldn’t commit suicide, which is why I haven’t even bound your hands or feet."

"You... ."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ya suddenly reached out, grabbed his chin, and despite his struggles, poured the powder from the bottle into his mouth.

Even though Yang Bin struggled and tried to spit out the powder, Zhao Ya punched him in the mouth.

With a crack, seven or eight teeth fell out, blood gushing out, flushing the powder into his stomach.

Only then did Zhao Ya let go.

Yang Bin lay on the ground retching, still trying to vomit out the powder, but it was too late.

Soon, Yang Bin found his senses becoming incredibly acute.

The feeling of clothes rubbing against his skin, the sharp pain of his teeth, even the tickling of the wind on his hair was so evident.

Yang Bin finally realized what he was in for and began to tremble like a sieve.

"You... what cruel means!"

"You’re too kind, I’ve merely learned a fraction from you," Zhao Ya said with a shy smile.

"And don’t worry, I won’t personally torment you; I’ll just hand you over to the Mute Girl and the others, and let them return the pain you inflicted on them, tenfold."

"No!" This time Yang Bin truly felt fear, shouting hysterically.

Because he knew all too well what he had done.

But Zhao Ya paid him no mind, grabbed Yang Bin, and turned to head towards Nandian Town.