"Stop, Mr. Ye. I was commanded to protect the Qin Family. If you dare to mess around, I, Wei Shuang, will be the first to disagree."

As the guardian strongman of Mingzhu City.

Wei Shuang finally appeared.

"What are you? Get out of the way!"

As an Intermediate War General, Wei Shuang was also one of the few strongmen in Mingzhu City.

But just as he had landed.

Hua Yao waved a hand.

A streak of Spiritual Power instantly shot into Wei Shuang's body.

This guardian strongman of Mingzhu City.

Suddenly, he was like a small boat in the sea.

A towering wave crashed over.

And instantly capsized him.

"Pff!!"

Wei Shuang spat blood, and his body smashed a big hole in the Qin Family's wall.

Everyone became as silent as cicadas in winter in the presence of Hua Yao.

"Let me go!"

Qin Shu struggled, her face slightly losing its composure.

"Let you go? But my mouth doesn't want to let go!"

Hua Yao licked her red lips.

Her breath exhaled on Qin Shu's hand.

Hua Yao's appearance was handsome, but being too beautiful.

Gave a sense of androgyny.

Qin Shu felt extremely disgusted.

The Qin Family members were somewhat desperate, as no one dared to step forward to save Qin Shu.

"If your mouth dares to descend, I'll cut it off."

Just when everyone in the Qin Family was feeling desperate.

A voice carrying endless coldness appeared from the distant sky.

Only in an instant.

The voice grew closer and closer.

As if it was right next to their ears.

Snap!

Finally, a dark silhouette broke the fallen debris of the Qin Family's door underfoot.

The sound echoed.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

A young man in black, calm and composed, stood outside the Qin Family gate.

Seemingly by merely standing there, he upheld the heavens and the earth.

And originally, within the Qin Family courtyard, the aura of being fish on the chopping block instantly reversed.

It's said that where the Bodhisattva resides, there is atmosphere and energy.

Ordinary people, when staying close,

can live for a hundred years.

Now, around Ye Qingfeng, there were traces of such aura.

Southern Dipper governs life, Northern Dipper governs death. Ye Qingfeng can govern life and death.

However, what he exuded now was a killing intent.

"Impossible, we are all practicing martial arts. When one reaches a certain realm, their aura undergoes significant changes, affecting others with a mere gesture."

"Just like those in high positions, those with authority, also have an aura, making them the center of attention."

Among the Martial Artists attacking the Qin Family.

A middle-aged man, his legs were a bit weak, wanting to flee quickly.

What kind of Martial Artist is this?!

It's like a War God.

Even an unspoken aura can form a field, affecting others.

Simply terrifying.

"Brother Qingfeng..."

Nuannuan cried out with laughter, surprisingly happy.

Then, like a child whose toy had been taken,

leapt into Ye Qingfeng's embrace.

"Wow wow wow!!!"

At the mentioning of his name.

An uproar arose instantly.

For those who had witnessed or heard of Ye Qingfeng, the other name of this Martial Artist,

each felt weak in their limbs, wishing to kneel and apologize.

He was indeed alive, and had returned from the Border.

It was simply unbelievable.

"You're back."

Qin Shu's voice was light with resentment.

"Of course I'm back. Who in this world can confine me?"

Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly.

His voice was soft.

But to everyone else, it was like thunder roaring.

Everyone's spirits were affected.

Many Martial Artists with weaker Cultivation.

Experienced eardrum bleeding, and weakened limbs.

The God of Kill has returned!

"You're Ye Qingfeng, if you know what's good for you..."

Hua Yao paused, but his hand still gripped Qin Shu's delicate wrist.

Slam!!!

No superfluous words.

Ye Qingfeng delivered a fierce slap: "Kneel to speak..."

His aura was boundless, his actions swift.

That momentum was like a Heavenly God Emperor descending from the Nine Heavens.

All disrespectful words and actions deserved punishment.

"Pff!"

The fiercely condensed slap directly made Hua Yao spit blood.

The fair face like a woman's had five deep blood finger marks imprinted.

"Hiss!"

No heart remained untouched by this method.

At the Qin Family's most critical moment, Ye Qingfeng arrived.

Moreover, he didn't give Hua Yao time to speak.

Directly making him kneel.

"Ah! I want you dead!"

Hua Yao's sharp voice rang throughout the sky.

His figure also soared to the sky.

And when he descended.

Wisps of green mist seemed to cover the sky.

"Hiss!" "Roar!"

Many poisonous creatures transformed from Spiritual Power hissed, ferocious and roaring within the green mist.

The entire sky above the Qin Family.

Seemed to plunge into a swamp of poisonous fog.

Extremely terrifying.

Some Martial Artists, just inhaling a little green mist.

Instantly had their skin rot, grasping their throats with hoarse cries.

This instant change led to considerable casualties among Martial Artists.

This illustrated the horror of the green mist.

And how dangerous it was for Ye Qingfeng, targeted by Hua Yao.

"I really don't understand who gave you the courage to make a move against me!"

Ye Qingfeng's voice resonated; he stood firm.

His gaze slightly raised, watching Hua Yao descending from the sky.

"Ye Qingfeng, others may fear you, but I do not. Those mediocrities, defeated by you, don't prove your strength but their weakness."

"Today, I'll use your blood to honor my demonic talent, Hua Yao."

Hua Yao had extreme confidence in himself.

Believing the War God legends about Ye Qingfeng were merely rumors.

"Poison Hell!"

Hua Yao roared.

The green poisonous energy.

Took the form of emissaries from Hell — imps, ox-headed and horse-faced guards, judges.

Like being dragged into Hell.

This is an extremely high-priced Martial Arts technique.

Making one feel truly plunged into Hell, already dead.

Like the aura naturally emanating from Ye Qingfeng, influencing everyone.

This was at least of Earth Rank Martial Arts.

However, in front of Ye Qingfeng, it counted for nothing.

Ye Qingfeng had reached the realm of a War Emperor.

Understanding the nature of the world, the primordial dao.

How could the small momentum of Hua Yao affect him?

"Devour!"

Ye Qingfeng's clothes fluttered without wind.

Simultaneously, Ye Qingfeng extended a finger.

On the tip of the finger, a vortex formed instantly.

Like a tornado.

Initially appearing extremely small.

But gradually, the tornado seemed to cover the sky.

Absorbing all the green mist cloaked over the sky.

The force that Hua Yao constructed was instantly broken.

And everyone awoke from their trance.

A cold sweat broke out behind them.

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