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That night.
Wang Yue and his entourage proceeded along the deserted street.
Due to the short distance and their desire to sober up, they chose to walk instead of taking a sedan chair.
At this time, the lights of Wanjia had been extinguished, leaving only the crimson lanterns suspended high on both sides, casting elongated shadows on the ground.
The winter wind whispered, lifting the snowflakes off the ground, causing them to swirl and dance in the air.
"Hiss, why does it feel a bit eerie?" one of them whispered.
"Eerie? Are you afraid of ghosts?" Wang Yue jeered.
"It's not that; it's just that I always feel a little chilly down my spine," the man argued.
"Do you also get goosebumps when you turn on the water?" Wang Yue patted him on the shoulder. "Brother, you're most likely hopeless."
"Hahaha!"
"Liu Sheng, I told you that you wouldn't measure up!"
Laughter echoed around them.
Wang Yue chortled, "Liu Sheng, if there are any female relatives in your family, I can take care of them for free. Don't thank me; it's what brothers do."
Liu Sheng's face turned beet red, and he clenched his teeth but said nothing.
Wang Yue continued to stride forward confidently. Suddenly, the wretched man in the group grabbed his arm.
"Wait!"
"What's the matter? Are you afraid of the dark too?" Wang Yue asked impatiently.
The wretched man shook his head and pointed ahead. "I believe there's someone..."
"Hmm?"
Wang Yue peered closely and noticed a man standing in the middle of the street, dressed in white, strikingly visible in the darkness of the night.
"What's wrong with one person? Aren't they human too?" Wang Yue sneered and didn't take it seriously.
As the group drew closer, he bantered, "Brother, why are you pretending to be a snowman here in the middle of the night?"
Ye Ran smiled in response, "Young Master Wang has quite a sense of humor."
"Yo? You recognize me?"
"How could I not recognize the eldest son of the Wang family in Lincheng?"
The group of people exchanged glances and sensed that something was amiss, but Wang Yue was too inebriated to grasp the situation.
"Look! I never expected my master's renown to reach Howling City, haha!"
Ye Ran nodded. "Of course, Mr. Wang is known for his remarkable bravery."
"Hmm?"
Wang Yue paused, "What do you mean by that?"
Ye Ran offered a chilly smile. "Publicly speaking rudely and insulting Leng Wuyan, the Sect Master of You Luo Temple and an emperor-level powerhouse, do you consider that a courageous act?"
"Hiss!"
However dull Wang Yue was, he had now figured it out. He took a few steps backward and stated sharply, "Who the hell are you?"
"So many people in the world are discussing us. Can we kill them all? Then we'll deal with them one by one!" Ye Ran's eyes gleamed with depth. "We'll start with you."
"Stop him!"
Wang Yue cried out and rapidly retreated.
The bodyguards rushed forward, yelling.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Ye Ran's form had vanished.
Wang Yue had just taken a few strides when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.
He froze, spun around, and gazed in terror at Ye Ran, who was smiling and joking.
"Let me, let me go..."
Ye Ran shook his head. "You have ten thousand reasons to live, but a single reason is sufficient for me to end your life."
With that, he raised a finger and lightly tapped Wang Yue's forehead.
For a moment, the air fell silent.
BOOM!
Wang Yue's body exploded like a balloon, and flesh and blood sprayed across the snowy ground, resembling fireworks on a winter night.
He was nothing more than a mortal, and to Ye Ran, he was as delicate as an infant.
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Ye Ran's white attire remained immaculate. He turned around with a smile and asked, "Do you believe he was excessively audacious?"
The group was left in shock, and a shiver ran down their spines.
At that moment, the wretched man stammered, "He's the eldest son of the Wang family in Lincheng, and his father is Wang Feng, a Nascent Soul stage master. Aren't you afraid of retribution from the Wang family?"
Initially, the wretched man had intended to threaten Ye Ran in an attempt to save himself.
However, Ye Ran nodded and calmly remarked, "You're right; it seems I must silence you for good."
"Eh?"
The wretched man was taken aback, and his eyes flickered with a brief glimmer of hope.
Yet in the end, his expression froze, his head tumbled to the ground, and it rolled away with a 'gululu.'
The remaining individuals covered their mouths, trembling all over, and dared not utter a word.
Ye Ran casually commented, "If anyone wishes to seek retribution, you can find me on Xuanling Mountain. My name is Ye Ran, and I'm ready to meet you at any time."
After uttering these words, he took to the skies.
He reported his name not to feign arrogance but to ensure that this murder wouldn't be attributed to Leng Wuyan.
She was already struggling with restraint, and this time, it was he who initiated the killing.
For a quarter of an hour, everyone stood in the same place.
Once they were certain Ye Ran had departed, they collapsed into the snow, staggering and slumping down.
As they gazed at the gruesome scene on the ground, one of them couldn't help but retch.
"Wang Yue... is gone just like that?"
"Moments ago, that man mentioned that he was from Xuanling Mountain. Isn't that You Luo Temple's location?"
"It's just drunken prattle, but it doesn't escape their prying eyes and ears. The Apex Demon Gate is terrifying!"
The group looked terrified.
It had never occurred to them that the person had been sitting beside them all along.
"Wait!"
Liu Sheng exclaimed, "What was his name? Ye Ran?"
The air was instantly hushed.
"Ye, Ye Ran?"