"We are from the Ximen Clan, you wouldn't dare kill us."

The black-clad man glared fiercely at Qin Yang.

"Hehe, someone just claimed they were from the Dark Palace, but now they're dead."

Qin Yang chuckled softly and said indifferently.

"You, you killed someone from the Dark Palace?"

The two black-clad men exchanged a glance, both showing a hint of horror in their eyes.

"Impossible, impossible! Lord Cold Snake is a Profound Tier expert, how could he die at your hands..."

One of the black-clad men shook his head vigorously, clearly unwilling to believe this truth.

"I don't have time for small talk. Tell me, Ximen Huan, where is he now?"

With a cold expression, Qin Yang applied more force with his foot.

The black-clad man under his foot instantly turned red in the face, grabbing Qin Yang's foot with both hands, trying to remove it, but the foot remained motionless.

Seeing Qin Yang's foot being grabbed, the other black-clad man's eyes flashed with a vicious look. His hand swiftly reached into his suit, and a gun was already in his hand.

"Go to hell, we won't betray Lord Ximen."

The black-clad man said coldly, aiming the gun at Qin Yang.

However, before he could pull the trigger, a faint azure Wind Blade sliced through his wrist in the darkness.

"Ah!!"

A heartrending scream echoed through the mountains, his right hand holding the gun was cut off at the wrist, blood gushing out like a fountain.

"Speak, where exactly is Ximen Huan? Otherwise, I don't mind severing your limbs one by one."

Qin Yang said coldly, knowing these black-clad men had done much evil with Ximen Huan, so he had no need for mercy.

"Madman! You're a madman! Offend the Ximen Clan, and your whole family will be slaughtered..."

The pain of the severed hand twisted the black-clad man's face as he roared.

"Hmph, stubborn fool, how dare you threaten my family."

Qin Yang's eyes turned icy, lifting a finger, and another Wind Blade was released, directly slicing off the black-clad man's left shoulder, blood spraying everywhere.

"Ah!!!"

The scream was even more horrifying, echoing far into the night. The black-clad man slumped, unable to withstand the severe pain, passing out.

"Trying to faint, but it's not that easy."

Qin Yang flicked a finger, sending a Clearing God Technique into the black-clad man's brain.

The black-clad man instantly regained consciousness, with an awareness sharper than usual.

With such clear awareness, the pain from his severed arm and hand was something no ordinary person could bear. His throat continuously emitted hoarse, miserable screams, deeply spooky in the dark forest.

"Tell me Ximen Huan's whereabouts, and I'll give you a quick death, otherwise, he'll be your lesson."

Qin Yang eased up slightly on the neck of the other black-clad man he was stepping on, and said coldly.

"Cough, cough..."

The black-clad man coughed violently, looking at Qin Yang's expressionless face, listening to his comrade's hoarse and wretched cries, he truly felt afraid at this moment. The young man before him was a complete demon.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, Lord Ximen is in the luxury suite of that French restaurant, he ordered us to abduct those three girls there..."

The black-clad man said with a look of fright.

"He's living recklessly."

Qin Yang's face turned cold, then said, "What's the background of the Ximen Clan?"

"The Ximen Clan is a second-rate Ancient Martial Clan, incredibly powerful, beyond your imagination. Let me go, or else the Ximen Clan won't spare you..."

The black-clad man attempted to use the Ximen Clan's reputation to intimidate Qin Yang.

"A second-rate Ancient Martial Clan, huh?"

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, no wonder Ximen Huan was so arrogant, but no matter what rank the clan is, Qin Yang would not spare him.

With the answer obtained, Qin Yang unleashed a Wind Blade, slicing the throats of the two black-clad men, and used the Earth Concealment Technique to bury their bodies.

Under the night's sky, Qin Yang cast the Wind Manipulation Technique on himself, his figure swift as the wind as he rushed towards the valley's exit.

The French restaurant, inside a super luxury suite.

Ximen Huan, draped in a bathrobe, walked out of the steamy bath. His two favorite things were beauties and bathing.

However, as he stepped out of the bathroom, he frowned slightly.

"What's going on, Charlie, haven't you brought those three women yet?"

Ximen Huan turned his gaze to the tuxedoed butler. He was always the one women waited for, never the other way around.

"Young Master Ximen, please enjoy a glass of red wine first, Lord Cold Snake should be back soon."

The tuxedoed butler said respectfully.

Ximen Huan nodded, sat on the sofa, and the glass of red wine was emptied in five minutes.

"Charlie, could it be that Cold Snake has taken a fancy to those three girls himself, and that's why he's delayed?"

Ximen Huan suddenly frowned.

"It shouldn't be. Lord Cold Snake respects you quite a lot."

The tuxedoed butler replied.

Knock, knock, knock!

At that moment, an unhurried knocking sounded.

"Young Master Ximen, it's here."

The tuxedoed butler had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, quickly walking over.

However, just as he twisted the knob, a hand reached out, grabbing the butler's neck like picking up a chick, lifting him up.

"It's you?!"

Upon seeing Qin Yang enter the room, Ximen Huan's face changed drastically.

"You're still alive?"

Ximen Huan stared dead on at Qin Yang, his face full of incredulity.

"Sorry to disappoint you."

Qin Yang said with a blank expression.

"Where's Cold Snake? Did you kill him?"

Ximen Huan's expression changed, thoughts flashed through his mind. Could this brat be a ruthless character, coming to settle the score after a conflict at the restaurant during the day? Or had he already dealt with Cold Snake and others, specially coming to kill him?

Both scenarios seemed extraordinary in his eyes.

"What do you think?"

Qin Yang had a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Ximen Huan's face instantly went pale, then he shook his head vigorously.

Impossible, this brat must be bluffing. Cold Snake was a Profound Tier expert, there's no way this young punk could kill him. It must be that Cold Snake went to kill him, but he escaped and is now here to kill him.

"Young Master Ximen, save me..."

Charlie, held by Qin Yang's neck, was suspended in midair, struggling for breath.

"Noisy."

Qin Yang glanced at Charlie suspended in the air, applied force with his hand.

Snap!

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and Qin Yang mercilessly crushed Charlie's neck, then tossed him to the ground at Ximen Huan's feet like a dead dog.

At that moment, Ximen Huan's face turned deathly pale!

Seeing Charlie with a crushed neck at his feet, cold sweat soaked Ximen Huan's back completely. It was the first time in his life he felt so close to death.

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