Chapter Eighty-Nine: Slaughter

  Hu Yifei was indeed arrogant, he laughed loudly and proudly, forgetting himself. He walked out from behind the two old men, looking coldly at Ye Chen and Ye Yan, saying: "No matter where you come from, what kind of identity you have, even if you are a tiger or a dragon, you must lie down for my young master."

  He looked at Ye Yan, with a lustful glint in his eyes, and said: "Miss, you'd better accompany this young master for one night, serve me well, and I might consider leaving that little white face intact. Otherwise, heh heh..."

  "Husband, someone wants to snatch me away, what will you do?" Ye Yan gazed at Ye Chen with a charming smile.

  "Kill him!" Ye Chen spat out three words, clean and neat. At this moment, he was not cooperating with Ye Chen, because Hu Yifei's previous sentence had not only sentenced him to death, but also put the entire Wuyingmen high-level on Ye Chen's must-kill list.

  Of course, it's not just because of Hu Yifei's words, but Ye Chen clearly saw that the Wuying Gate is simply a bandit, bullying men and women, slaughtering ordinary people, and existing only to bring disaster. Since he encountered him and even provoked him, then he might as well get rid of him directly.

  "Young master, you sent a distress signal. Is it just because of these two kids and that woman?" Several elderly men stared at each other with wide eyes, their faces filled with indignation.

  "Not bad." Hu Yifei glanced at several people, his voice became extremely venomous, and said: "You made a flawless move, that woman must be obtained today, the man's life will be spared, after I'm done with him, I'll personally dig out his kneecap, making him wish he were dead!"

  People in the distance were chilled to the bone, had their kneecaps dug out? This must be a huge grudge. Hu Yifei of Wuying Gate is simply a devil. However, their views will soon be reversed because they will know what it means to be a devil.

  "Hehe, husband, this guy is still dreaming, what if he really takes sister away?" Ye Yan said with a pretended coquettish tone.

  "Shut up!"

  Ye Chen was furious, but didn't know why he was angry. Hearing Hu Yifei's rude and insulting words, a murderous intent rose in his heart, while Ye Yanfei not only didn't get angry, but even smiled, which made a nameless fire rise in Ye Chen's heart.

  "Are you angry?" Ye Yan reached out and grabbed Ye Chen's arm, but was shaken off. Ye Chen said coldly, "Take care of them and Xian'er."

  Ye Yan quietly retreated and took the girl and the little boy to the position where Xiao Xianfeng was standing behind, she felt that Ye Chen was really angry, and her heart was slightly panicked.

  "Where did you come from, young one?" An old man stepped forward, his eyes coldly fixed on Ye Chen as he asked, his tone overbearing and condescending. It was as if he were interrogating him, and before taking action, he had to understand the other's background. In case he was a young master from a rather powerful family, then he would have to weigh his options carefully.

  "It's from Earth." Ye Chen said casually.

  "You, courting death, dare to tease me!" The old man was furious, his beard and hair trembling with rage. As he became angry, the seven high-ranking experts who had rushed over began to stir, surrounding Ye Chen and Ye Yan's group.

  "Enough, no need to say more, take them down." Hu Yifei licked his lips, having waited impatiently, and gazed at Ye Yan's delicate and charming face, as if there were thousands of worms crawling in his heart, itching unbearably.

  "Up, take them down, alive!" Autumn Old's voice fell, and those seven-segment masters all rushed up. Most people rushed towards Ye Chen, only a few rushed towards Ye Yan.

  "Yan Jie, take care of those three."

  Ye Chen let out a low shout, stretched out one hand, and pointed diagonally at the sky.

  Clang!

  A jet-black giant knife appeared in his hand, with a finger on the blade edge flashing a cold and mysterious light, which was particularly dazzling under the sunlight.

  The secret method revolves, and the faint wind spirit energy in the air gathers on both feet. The divine wind steps out, like a dream or an illusion, transforming into a faint cyan shadow that is difficult to capture its traces.

  Splish-splash!

  Those seven masters hacked and killed their way through, their weapons tearing through the air, but they lost sight of Ye Chen's figure. In an instant, there were several loud splashing sounds - the sound of fresh blood flying everywhere. A large burst of fresh blood shot out, emitting a hot aura, shooting high into the air, and in mid-air, it sprayed out a beautiful yet eerie blood flower.

  Several skulls flew out at an angle, and several screams came from the crowd in the distance.

  Ye Chen turned around, the large knife in his hand humming as it swept horizontally in all directions. The places it passed through were filled with mournful cries that didn't stop ringing in the ears, fresh blood and internal organs splashing everywhere, a bloody and cruel scene. Several people were cut in half at the waist by a single slash of the knife, only managing to let out a brief, shrill cry.

  The seven incoming masters fell one by one, Ye Chen's large knife swung in his hand, as if cutting wheat, with a single slash and a large piece of flesh was cut off. Several old men changed color, Hu Yifei's eyes were sinister, and he growled: "He must die, no matter what price you pay, this person will die!"

  About ten meters away from Ye Chen, five seven-segment high-level experts surrounded Ye Yan and others, with steel knives in their hands. These people from the Wuying Gate had strange movements, much faster than other same-level high-level experts. But Ye Yan was a nine-segment strong expert, if not for protecting that girl and two children, these five people would have been lying dead on the street long ago.

  Her figure was elegant and beautiful, transformed into a pink-colored illusion, her footsteps moved continuously, walking around the girl and two children, blocking all attacks, with one slender jade hand rigidly colliding with steel knives, emitting a clear and ringing sound of metal collision.

  Ye Yan's slender hands were crystal clear and white, her jade-like hands fluttering rapidly, with powerful air currents following the trajectory of her palms, the air currents transformed into transparent flower petals that danced in the air. Suddenly, Ye Yan's two hands spread out violently.

  "Bang!"

  A loud explosion, the airflow petals swirling around her palms suddenly burst open, and a fierce air wave surged in all directions. Five steel knives came slashing, but were shattered into pieces by this powerful energy.

  "Hmph!!"

  Five people, five seven-segment masters flew out in all directions, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood in mid-air. Each person's sternum was completely broken, their internal organs shattered, and after falling to the ground, they convulsed a few times before dying.

  Several elderly men and Hu Yifei's eyes narrowed, not expecting that the woman would also be so fierce. That one-handed explosive punch was clearly a technique only possessed by a 9th-level strong practitioner. This time, they found themselves in big trouble.

  Two people so young, yet their abilities seem to be those of 9th dan masters. There must be a considerable force backing them up. However, at this point, no matter what, it's impossible to make amends; the only option is to kill them.

  On Ye Chen's side, dozens of seven-segment masters had already died more than half, he alone with one knife was invincible, but those people seemed to be fearless of death, constantly charging and killing, Ye Chen held a big knife and fiercely chopped it on the ground.

  Rumbling sound

  The whole street was shaking, and both sides seemed as if they were going to collapse, startling the people inside into screams.

  Those seven-segment masters who rushed forward taught the next one a lesson, almost falling down. Ye Chen raised his arm and threw out a punch.

  "Roar!"

  A loud roar from the tyrant king shook everyone's ears, and some even almost fell to the ground.

  Buzz!

  A massive fist print whizzed by, annihilating everything in its path, rendering the space ahead a vacuum.

  Bang!

  The Overlord Fist's heavy impact struck the body of a seven-segment expert, and that person's body exploded simultaneously with the fist print. It was unclear whether it was an air wave or a blood wave. With the explosion point as the center, it impacted in all directions. Within nearly ten meters around, several seven-segment experts were affected, directly blown away, spewing blood from their mouths, and then heavily smashed to the ground, with broken bones and tendons, looking like they wouldn't survive.

  "At such a young age, you already have such strength! Today, no matter what, I won't let you leave!" An old man shouted loudly, taking a step forward. His body flashed with electricity and came at him. Ye Chen's eyes blurred for a moment, and he saw three figures in front of him, each one identical to the others. It was the Shadowless Gate's ultimate technique - the Shadowless Body Method. This body method combined with a fierce attack made it impossible to defend against."

  Unfortunately, today's opponent is Ye Chen, can his Body Method be faster than his Divine Wind Step?

  The green light underfoot suddenly became more intense, Ye Chen's speed increased sharply, almost turning into a gust of wind. In an instant, he rushed forward, pulling out countless pale blue afterimages, using the long knife in his hand as a spear, stabbing out repeatedly.

  Three figures, not a single one escaped, all were stabbed. Two figures dispersed, when the last one was stabbed, a burst of fresh blood shot out, the old man let out a painful hum, counterattacked with his dying breath, and punched through the void, condensing into a fierce gust of wind that roared towards Ye Chen's head.

  Ye Chen sneered, casually shattering the fist wind with a wave of his hand. He raised his left arm high, suspending the old man on the tip of his knife, pointing diagonally at the blue sky. The deep red blood dripped down rapidly.

  "Who else will come to send themselves to death?"

  Ye Chen was like an invincible overlord, exuding an aura of dominance, holding a large knife and forcing the old man to interrogate the people of Wuying Gate, strong and overbearing.

  "In Ying City, who dares to provoke the majesty of Wuying Gate? Even if it's a few big families, they have to weigh their options carefully. You think you can resist the entire Wuying Gate with just your little self? You're simply seeking death!" Hu Yifei's eyes gleamed with cold light, but in reality, his heart had already been intimidated by Ye Chen's tactics. With a fierce and stern tone, he shouted at the other two elders: "Elder Duan, Elder Bai, kill this little scoundrel!"

  Two elderly men gazed at each other, then suddenly parted to the left and right, pouncing on Ye Chen. One on the left and one on the right attempted to sandwich him in a pincer attack. A cold smile spread across Ye Chen's mouth, filled with disdain. His left arm shook, and a surge of energy pierced into the elderly man who had been lifted onto the tip of his knife. With a loud "whooshing" sound, the entire body exploded, splitting into four or five pieces, as if it had been torn apart by five horses. Internal organs and shredded flesh scattered all over the ground, amidst an unbearable bloodiness.

  Hu Yifei had never seen such a scene before, his whole body trembling, his face pale, and his voice shaking, "Quickly, kill him, kill him!"

  He let out a hoarse roar. In his subconscious, he also felt that he had offended a terrifying person today.

  Two elders let out a loud roar, both of them striking at the same time. A multitude of palm prints came flying towards Ye Chen, covering him from head to toe. The air was filled with a fierce howling sound, like a hurricane blowing by. On the other side, the elder's fist wind was like a mountain, each punch producing a dull explosive sound, killing intent rushing forth.

  Ye Chen's footsteps moved, a green light flowed, like a shadowy illusion, the killing fist wind came, but couldn't even touch his clothes, all dodged away. At the same time, with a single arm shake, the long knife stabbed out straight, a flash of orange-golden light flowed over the blade, a simple and straightforward slash, destroying everything, all things like dust blown by the wind completely scattered.