"Hehe, Yang Jianye, your villa is quite luxurious."

A light chuckle suddenly echoed in the hall.

"Who?!"

The sudden voice inside the villa startled Yang Jianye, causing the wine glass in his hand to fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.

From behind a white stone pillar that supported the villa, a youthful figure emerged with a smile.

"It's you, you little bastard!"

Yang Jianye's face instantly turned icy cold.

The person who walked out from behind the pillar was, of course, none other than Qin Yang.

At this moment, Qin Yang was smiling, holding a phone in his hand, which was playing a video of Yang Jianye savoring high-end red wine on the luxurious villa's sofa.

"How did you get in here?!"

Yang Jianye's expression looked very unpleasant.

This villa area housed the dignitaries and elites of Yunshui City, with many guards at the entrance. How did this brat sneak in?

"Hehe, how I got in is something you don't need to know."

Qin Yang said with a faint smile, speaking.

"Tsk tsk, tell me, if I were to upload this video online, what would the consequences be?"

Qin Yang stared at Yang Jianye, smiling as he spoke.

"Speak, what do you want?"

Yang Jianye fixed his gaze on Qin Yang, speaking in a deep voice.

"Stop causing me trouble, or this video will soon be uploaded, and besides, I wouldn't mind making you disappear from Earth completely."

Qin Yang said coldly, lifting his fingertip, from which a cyan Wind Blade burst forth.

Bang!

The mahogany tea table in front of Yang Jianye was instantly split in half by the Wind Blade, and the red wine on the table smashed down right at his feet, with the scarlet liquid splashing onto his shoes.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jianye's face stiffened for a moment, then his eyes were filled with anger. Being threatened by someone who was a mortal enemy for killing his son, if he let Qin Yang have his way, then he wouldn't be himself.

"You don't dare to kill me!"

Yang Jianye's gaze fixed coldly on Qin Yang, and he suddenly said word by word.

"Oh, really?"

Qin Yang raised his brow, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"If you kill me, not only will my Yang family definitely retaliate, even if you're not afraid, what about your family? They will never have peace."

Yang Jianye said coldly.

"Hmph, trust me, I have a hundred ways to kill you without leaving a trace of your body."

Qin Yang coldly chuckled.

"You...!"

Yang Jianye's face froze.

"Yang Jianye, take care of yourself, this is your first warning, and also your last!"

Qin Yang coldly glanced at Yang Jianye, then left the villa.

Crack!

After Qin Yang left, Yang Jianye's face turned extremely somber, his fists clenched tightly, with a crisp sound from his bones, clearly suppressing the rage in his heart.

"Killed my son, threatened me with a video, and told me not to cause trouble. You little bastard, just wait, I will make sure you die a miserable death!"

After leaving the villa area, Qin Yang's expression became slightly stern. Yang Jianye wasn't wrong in one thing, Qin Yang couldn't kill him now.

Killing Yang Buqun earlier had already attracted attention from many people. If Yang Jianye were to die now, things would escalate.

He was currently at the lowest level of a Cultivator and couldn't act without consideration. Although the Spiritual Energy on Earth was thin, there were still many hidden masters, such as Huaxia's Earth Tier and Celestial Tier experts and the mysterious Special Security Department, not to mention those werewolves in the West.

After all, he hadn't been cultivating on Earth for long, so he wasn't confident in dealing with some powerful masters yet.

What Qin Yang needed to do now was, first, to find the Ice Spirit Flower and refine the Ice Spirit Pill to dispel the evil flame left by the Blade of the Evil God; second, to find the right opportunity to break through to a High Level Immortal Warrior.

Strength, only strength is fundamental. Once his strength reaches a certain level, worldly rules will no longer constrain him.

On the following morning, at the Celestial Sword Pavilion, main pavilion.

"Gulp."

Qin Yang swallowed, staring at Bi Luoyue in front of him, dressed in a verdant green dress.

The woman in front of him had skin as white as snow, a face like a painting, and there was a hint of chill that kept people at a considerable distance in her demeanor.

This wasn't the first time he had seen Bi Luoyue, but his heart was still captivated once again. Bi Luoyue's appearance was flawless, and after consuming the Beauty Pill, she became even more charming.

"If you keep staring, I'll gouge your eyes out."

Bi Luoyue was somewhat uneasy under Qin Yang's gaze, her cold voice carried a hint of irritated embarrassment.

"Alright, I won't stare. Let's talk about the Ancient Martial Artist market you mentioned."

Qin Yang gave a dry cough and asked.

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