Chapter 110

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“Brother, this kid is outrageously arrogant. He thinks he’s something just because he has those puppets protecting him!” Chu Yunsheng snorted at this moment, “Just let Wen Qing take action and kill this guy.”

As Chu Yunsheng’s words fell, the middle-aged man standing on the other side of the two brothers, dressed in a brocade robe, turned his cold gaze towards Ye Wushuang.

Wen Qing, the head of the Wen family.

Wen Qing spoke, his tone indifferent, “Did you kill Wen Dongfeng and the others?”

Ye Wushuang ignored him.

At this moment, Qing Shiyu bit her lip, as if making up her mind, and whispered, “Ye Wushuang, thank you for saving me. I’ll hold them off later so that you two can try to escape.”

“Don’t worry, none of you will get away!” Wen Qing sneered coldly, his aura blossoming as nine streams of energy began to swirl around him.

Ninth stage of the Condensation Pulse realm!

Qing Shiyu’s face turned pale, but she still stood in front of Ye Wushuang and Wang Xueqi.

Ninth stage of the Condensation Pulse realm—this was an absolute top-tier powerhouse, not just in a place like Liuyue City, but even in an entire prefecture. Ye Wushuang’s dozen or so puppets were only at the first to third stages of the Condensation Pulse realm, a huge gap compared to the ninth stage.

Yet, despite this, Qing Shiyu still stood firm in front of Ye Wushuang and Wang Xueqi, not retreating.

“Your constant questioning is really annoying, but I have to admit you’re pretty loyal,” Ye Wushuang stepped forward at this moment and said, “Don’t worry, we won’t run, and we don’t need to.”

At this moment, Qing Shiyu’s expression froze.

Could it be that Ye Wushuang still had some trump card up his sleeve even at this point?

Chu Yunsheng, upon hearing this, immediately sneered, “Head Wen Qing, don’t kill this kid directly. I want him alive. I want to torture him until he wishes he were dead and begs me to kill him.”

Wen Qing nodded.

Chu Yuntian, however, didn’t say anything at this moment. He just stood there with his hands behind his back.

Wen Qing took a step forward, approaching the three of them. With a cold smile, his figure suddenly lunged forward, his hands forming claws as he reached for Ye Wushuang, who was at the forefront.

But at this very moment, Ye Wushuang showed no fear at all, as if he didn’t realize that the person attacking him was a ninth-stage Condensation Pulse realm strongman. He simply clenched his hands into fists and swung them out.

Boom…

Instantly, the sound of the collision between the fist and the claw echoed.

And then, a scream of agony rang out.

However, the scream did not come from Ye Wushuang, but from… Wen Qing!

Everyone saw that Wen Qing’s hands exploded into a mess of flesh and blood. He fell to his knees with a thud and screamed incessantly.

In an instant, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

What was going on?

What had just happened?

Everyone was stunned.

At this moment, a flicker of surprise flashed through Chu Yuntian’s eyes. His gaze was not on Ye Wushuang, but on the two hundred-zhang statues behind Ye Wushuang.

Just now, at the moment Ye Wushuang made his move, the statues behind him had their eyes flicker with a flash of bloodlight.

Chu Yunsheng was now completely dumbfounded, staring at the kneeling Wen Qing. His finger trembled as he pointed at Ye Wushuang, unable to speak for a moment.

“You… you… you…”

At this moment, Ye Wushuang drew the Tianya Sword, approached Wen Qing, and his tone turned cold, “Chu Yunsheng, next is you.”

With one hand gripping Wen Qing’s long hair and the other holding the Tianya Sword, a creaking sound rang out as the sword sliced through Wen Qing’s neck. Blood splattered everywhere. Wen Qing’s screams gradually faded, but he had no strength to resist at all.

Until finally, Ye Wushuang brutally severed Wen Qing’s head. The headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

Both Qing Shiyu and Wang Xueqi were utterly shocked and speechless at Ye Wushuang’s brutal side.

Even Chu Yuntian and Chu Yunsheng, the two brothers, had a flicker of fear and apprehension in their eyes.

Holding the Tianya Sword in one hand and Wen Qing’s severed head in the other, Ye Wushuang looked at Chu Yunsheng and said indifferently, “Next is you.”