Chapter Eighty-One: Demanding Compensation

  Zhou Changlao wasn't afraid of Su Ming, but rather that Su Ming couldn't hurt him, let alone kill him. If Su Ming was determined to fight him to the death, Zhou Changlao wouldn't even be able to run away, because Su Ming's speed was faster than his.

  "Give compensation to the deceased warrior." Su Ming said firmly, without any tone of negotiation.

  "They have already received their reward, while you survivors can get an even richer reward." Zhou Changlao slightly furrowed his brow, he had a feeling that Su Ming would definitely make trouble this time and it would be hard to control.

  "They gave their young lives for your campaign, they were the future hopes of various tribes, don't their lives deserve some compensation?" Su Ming asked tightly, staring at Zhou Changlao with a hint of anger.

  "Competition is originally a matter of life and death, they can't survive in the competition, so they don't deserve to get rewards," said Zhou Changlao with narrowed eyes.

  "What I'm talking about is compensation, compensation for their lives." Su Ming stepped forward, coming to face Zhou Changlao, his piercing eyes fixed on Zhou Changlao, with flames of anger already burning in them.

  "In the Western City, in the tribes, life is the cheapest thing." Zhou Chang Lao let out a breath, and at this moment, he actually felt pressure coming from Su Ming's body, his heart was greatly puzzled, why could a small First Heaven Stage warrior bring him invisible pressure.

  "That's because the dead boy has nothing to do with you, if it were your own son or daughter who died, would you still say that?" Su Ming took another step forward, causing Zhou Changlao to subconsciously retreat.

  "You." Elder Zhou felt that Su Ming had gone too far, and he was already furious. If it weren't for the master's words, he would have probably taken action against Su Ming by now. And if he did, he would definitely kill him, not leaving a powerful enemy for himself in the future.

  "What do they have to do with you? Do you think it's worth it for them? Don't you fear offending the Western City Prefecture and losing your qualification to enter the Spiritual Hall?" Elder Zhou said in a low tone.

  "They are my comrades, brothers who fought together with me. Yet you turned us into enemies, mortal enemies, and caused dozens of innocent young lives to be lost. Even if the master is here today, I will still demand compensation for them." Su Ming's tone was heavy, without any intention of backing down.

  "Su Ming, do you really think I'm afraid of you? You'd better weigh your own strength. You're just a congenital warrior." Zhou Changlao was already almost unable to hold back the anger in his heart.

  "Zhou Changlao, you really know how to joke. A Tianling realm warrior like you is afraid of me? Since you're not willing to compensate, then let's fight to the death today." Su Ming had already sensed that Zhou Changlao and another Tianling realm warrior were holding back against him, so he decided to use this to his advantage and force them to make some compensation for the deceased youth.

  "Since you insist..."

  "Old man Zhou, agree with him, this matter was your fault to begin with." Just as Old Man Zhou was about to engage in a fierce battle with Su Ming, a stern voice came from the air, directly interrupting his words and extinguishing the flames of anger in his heart, causing cold sweat to break out on his back.

  "Yes, Elder Zhou." Elder Zhou respectfully responded in the direction of the voice.

  "Su Ming, the Grand Elder has promised to compensate for the death of the young man. Are you satisfied now?" At this time, Zhou Chang had a sense of reverence in his heart towards Su Ming, who was able to make the Grand Elder take action, indicating that Su Ming had already gained recognition from the Western City Palace and would have unlimited achievements in the future. He began to feel fortunate that he hadn't killed Su Ming earlier, or else he would have been doomed for sure.

  "The survivors get what rewards, the dead also have, and add a compensation, and you still have to apologize to their tribal leader." Su Ming said firmly, at this time he was already sure that Zhou Changlao did not dare to do anything to himself.

  Zhou Chang Lao nodded slightly, although he was extremely unwilling in his heart, but the Great Elder had already agreed to Su Ming, and he didn't dare have any other opinions. The Great Elder's status in the Western City Palace was second only to the Lord and the Old Lord, and his strength was high and mysterious, it is said that he has already transcended that step.

  "Should our task continue?" Su Ming exhaled a breath, his tone slowing down as he asked, earlier he had gambled with his life, if he lost the bet, he would have been ruthlessly killed by the two Tian Ling realm warriors, it was like walking on the edge of a knife.

  "No need, I already have someone in mind. When you return to Xicheng Prefecture, I will announce the ten people who will enter the Death Group." said Zhou Changlao shaking his head.

  "I'll escort the Fantian team with Elder Zhou, you guys head back by the original route, we'll wait for you at the entrance." Another early-stage Spirit Realm warrior glanced at the Xiantian team members and when he saw Su Ming, he spoke again: "As for the corpses on the ground, someone will send them back later, so you don't need to worry about it."

  He finished speaking and then followed Zhou Changlao with more than 20 Mortal Heart Realm team members towards the entrance of the swamp.

  "Su Ming, you're really something else! You actually dare to challenge Zhou Changlao, a strong practitioner of the Heavenly Spirit Realm!" Mu Tian looked at Su Ming with a face full of admiration, and at this moment, he felt that Su Ming was even stronger than his father.

  "In fact, I'm not a match for Zhou Changlao, it's just that I was lucky." Su Ming exhaled and turned his head to glance at the corpses scattered all over the ground.

  "Luck is part of one's strength, but I still hope you won't be too impulsive in the future, or it will bring you calamity." Xiao Ling reminded coldly, although her voice was icy, everyone could hear a hint of concern in her words.

  "We'd better get going first, it's almost dark, let's try to find a dry place to rest for the night."

  "This matter is left to you, we'll just follow your lead." Mu Tian patted Su Ming's shoulder and said with no worries.

  At this time, the remaining eleven people all looked at Su Ming. Although they were severely damaged in strength, they believed that as long as Su Ming was there, they would definitely be able to get out of the swamp. Their trust in Su Ming was heartfelt.

  Under Su Ming's leadership, the Pre-Heavenly Boundary squad took two days to exit the swamp. By this time, Zhou Chang Sheng and the Post-Heavenly Boundary squad were already waiting for them at the entrance. When they saw that the Pre-Heavenly Boundary squad had emerged without a single casualty, and only half a day later than themselves, they were extremely perplexed. After all, they had taken the most direct route, while the Pre-Heavenly Boundary squad had taken the most dangerous and difficult path.

  Could it be him again? At this time, Zhou Changlao couldn't see through Su Ming anymore, and his heart was filled with curiosity and fear towards Su Ming.

  With doubts, Zhou Changlao sent the two teams back to Xicheng Prefecture and let them return to their respective courtyards to rest for a night, announcing the results of the competition tomorrow.