Chapter 101 The City Lord's Mansion is Annihilated
"You bastard! Take this!"
The four Soul Masters could no longer restrain themselves and attacked simultaneously.
A leopard-type Beast Soul Master moved with incredible speed, transforming into a bolt of lightning as he attacked from the flank, his sharp claws aimed straight for Ye Liuyun's temple.
Another offensive Soul Master wielded a burning iron rod and pressed down head-on;
The remaining two, one on the left and one on the right, used their remote soul skills to block him.
Ye Liuyun's hands were clad in the Immortal Azure Emperor Armor.
Right Arm Soul Bone Skill 1: Convergence.
His own soul power was compressed at an extreme speed.
Right Arm Soul Bone Skill 2: Burst.
"Get lost!"
An overwhelming pressure of soul energy rapidly expanded from him and then suddenly exploded.
The Fire Stick Soul Master charging head-on felt as if he had crashed into an unshakeable mountain. His arm bones made a teeth-grinding cracking sound, and he was sent flying backward, spitting blood. He shattered several stone walls, and dust billowed up before he was instantly dead.
Although the Leopard Soul Sect member who attacked from the flank was fast, Ye Liuyun was even faster.
Ye Liuyun precisely gripped the other's wrist with his left hand, and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.
"Crack!"
"Ah—!"
Amidst screams, Ye Liuyun used the man as a shield to block the soul skills attacking from the left and right.
At the same time, he activated his left arm's soul bone skill, "Withering," directly taking the life of the person in his hand.
The hall had now become a living hell.
Blood splattered all over the golden nanmu pillars, and the precious porcelain was shattered into dust by the aftershocks of the soul power, spreading out in a stench of blood.
Ye Liuyun, dressed in snow-white robes, moved among the severed limbs. The Blue Silver Grass in his hand was sometimes as soft as silk and sometimes as hard as iron. With each dance, it took away a precious life.
Every move he made was powerful, ruthless, and direct, without any unnecessary actions.
When he shattered the chest of the fourth Soul Master with a single right punch, there was no one left standing in the entire hall except for the terrified gasps of Xiao Han and his son.
Ye Liuyun stepped over the corpse of a Soul Venerable and slowly walked toward Xiao Han, who was already slumped in the main seat.
He casually picked up a relatively clean piece of silk from the shattered table, wiped a trace of blood from the back of his hand, and smiled mockingly.
"What's wrong with a genius who doesn't grow up?"
"That's such a shame. I'm not only a genius, I'm also very strong!"
He casually tossed the red-stained silk onto the ground.
Xiao Han slumped in the shadows behind the main seat, staring at the severed limbs scattered on the ground, his mind completely blank.
As fellow Soul Masters, he had never imagined that the gap between them could be so vast.
The four Soul Masters who had been raised under his command for a long time couldn't even last a few rounds against Ye Liuyun.
Looking at the black, ten-thousand-year soul ring at Ye Liuyun's feet, which exuded an aura of death, Xiao Han had only one assessment in his mind: monster.
This monster, which transcends the theory of martial spirits, left him with absolutely no hope of turning the tide.
Just as Ye Liuyun was closing in, Xiao Chenyu, who had been cowering in the corner, suddenly scrambled out and knelt down between the two with a thud, frantically kowtowing and crying out, trying to appeal to their emotions:
"Brother Ye! Do you remember me? We were classmates at Notting Academy!"
His forehead was bleeding profusely from the banging of his head, and his voice was shrill and distorted with fear:
"Please, for the sake of our old friendship, let me go! You beat me into submission back then, and I've always considered you my boss. I'm your little brother! These things were done by my father, it has nothing to do with me, it really has nothing to do with me!"
Ye Liuyun didn't even look down at him, but walked past him as if he were a wisp of air, and went straight to Xiao Han.
He slowly raised his right hand, blue light emanating from his palm, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped Xiao Han.
"Spare me! Spare me!"
At this moment, Xiao Han had lost all semblance of the city lord's dignity. He was in tears, begging for mercy incoherently.
"I'm willing to offer up all the wealth of the City Lord's Mansion! And all the beauties I've collected, and all the slaves—they're all yours! Just spare my life, and I, Xiao Han, will be your most loyal dog from now on!"
However, the unexpected happened in that instant!
Xiao Chenyu, who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy and crying his heart out, suddenly had an extremely vicious glint in his eyes.
He suddenly flicked his right hand from his sleeve, and a short sword, entirely black and coated with deadly poison, slid into his palm.
"Go to hell!"
With a sinister laugh, Xiao Chenyu's short sword transformed into a streak of light, taking advantage of Ye Liuyun's blind spot with his back turned, and stabbed him hard in the back!
"Puff—!"
The sharp blade pierced through his body, shattering his heart, and a section of the sword tip, stained with dark red blood, protruded from his chest.
Ye Liuyun's body trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto Xiao Han's face.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Xiao Han was stunned for a moment, then burst into unrestrained laughter. He wiped the blood from his face and stood up with a ferocious expression.
"So what if he's a genius? So what if he's a peerless prodigy? He still died at the hands of my son!"
Xiao Chenyu also stood up triumphantly, his eyes filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster, and said sarcastically:
"Ye Liuyun, you're still too green! Reasoning? In Notting City, the Xiao family is the law! What legends, what geniuses, in the end they all rot in the ground!"
"This sword strike is to teach you to be humble and not arrogant."
However, just as the two were laughing almost maniacally, Ye Liuyun, who had been pierced by the short sword, also chuckled softly.
The laughter grew louder and louder, as if they had heard the biggest joke ever.
"Cough cough... Hahahaha..."
Ye Liuyun turned his head slightly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his gaze was as if he were looking at two clowns:
"You guys are so... adorably silly. So innocent it makes me laugh."
He looked at Xiao Chenyu with certainty, his tone surprisingly carrying a hint of relief:
"I'm actually looking forward to seeing what you do. Otherwise, when I kill you later, I'm really afraid that your father was behind everything and then he killed innocent people indiscriminately."
A sudden, extremely uneasy premonition rose in Xiao Chenyu's heart.
"What...what do you mean?"
He was clearly stabbed in a vital spot, and he was clearly spitting blood, so why could he still laugh?
Just then, the giant Blue Silver Grass in the center of the hall suddenly began to twist, its huge leaves parting to both sides like lotus flowers.
To the astonishment of the two, Ye Liuyun, impeccably clean and with not a single hair disheveled, emerged indifferently from the depths of the bushes.
"This...this is impossible!"
Xiao Han pointed at the pierced "Ye Liuyun" in front of him, then looked at the newly appeared Ye Liuyun, and his brain instantly went blank.
The pierced incarnation suddenly transformed into countless azure light spots, dissipating into the air, and even the short sword fell to the ground with a clang.
Ye Liuyun stretched his wrists and explained in a very good mood.
"Don't you understand? I used my clone early on. Giving you a chance was just a test. Otherwise, how could you possibly have hit me with your strength?"
"Now you can die knowing the truth."
Xiao Han and Xiao Chenyu exchanged a glance. They understood that there was absolutely no possibility of reconciliation or begging for mercy in front of this god of death.
"Run!"
Xiao Han roared, and the two of them dashed off towards the back window and side door of the hall.
Can they escape?
Ye Liuyun snorted coldly and put two fingers together.
In an instant, countless Blue Silver Grass, thicker than a person's waist, burst forth from all directions, like countless chains, tightly binding the two fleeing individuals.
Despite their years of decadent and dissolute lifestyle, the two men were powerless to resist.
"No—!"
"Spare me—!"
Amidst a piercing scream and the cracking sound of bones breaking, they were strangled to death by the Blue Silver Grass, reduced to a blurry mass of flesh and blood.
"Squeak—!"
The stench of blood had not yet dissipated from the City Lord's Mansion when the heavy vermilion gate was pushed open again, creaking open with a long, sour sound.
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