Chapter 113

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“Let my entire family be buried with me?”

Ye Wushuang let out a cold, mirthless laugh and flung Chu Yunsheng to the ground. The tip of the Tianxia Sword was pressed firmly against the back of Chu Yunsheng’s neck. Ye Wushuang barked, “Kneel properly!”

“You bastard…”

*Thud.*

Before Chu Yunsheng could finish his curse, Ye Wushuang’s sword sliced through the back of his neck, and blood spurted out.

“Kneel properly!”

“Ah… I’ll kneel, I’ll kneel!” Chu Yunsheng wailed in agony, collapsing to his knees.

Ye Wushuang’s sword was a sword imbued with a murderous aura.

“Apologize!”

Ye Wushuang’s tone was stern and unyielding.

“Apologize? What am I apologizing for?” Chu Yunsheng was bewildered.

“Apologize to the two inside!” Ye Wushuang leaned in close to Chu Yunsheng and sneered, “Even if they are dead, their remains are not to be desecrated by the likes of you.”

Chu Yunsheng finally understood and hurriedly kowtowed, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again.”

“Ye Wushuang, that’s enough, isn’t it?” Chu Yunsheng shouted, “They’re just two sets of remains. What more do you want?”

“I want to kill you.”

With that, Ye Wushuang grasped the sword and swung it down.

*Thud, thud.*

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Chu Yunsheng’s eyes rolled back in pain as his legs were brutally severed by Ye Wushuang.

“Bastard, scum, I curse you to die a miserable death, Ye Wushuang, I curse you to die a miserable death!”

Chu Yunsheng had gone completely mad. Covered in blood, with his limbs mutilated, he glared at Ye Wushuang, his eyes blazing with fury.

“You’re wrong. Your mistake was desecrating their remains!”

With a swing of the sword, Ye Wushuang struck down.

A head flew off, blood gushing out uncontrollably.

Chu Yunsheng died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

“Ye Wushuang!”

At this moment, Chu Yuntian was utterly enraged.

Ye Wushuang had not only killed, but had also struck at the heart.

“I won’t let you go!”

Chu Yuntian’s eyes seemed to be on fire.

“Won’t let me go?” Ye Wushuang sneered, “When the Chu clan attacked the Ye clan back then, did they show any mercy?”

“Every debt will be settled, Chu Yuntian. You and your brother will pay the interest first!”

Inside the grand hall, the battle raged fiercely. The warriors who had followed the Chu brothers were gradually being killed one by one.

The Yuanfu realm cultivator, Chu Yan, was being chased by two statues and was already covered in blood, looking utterly disheveled.

*Boom.*

A deep, explosive sound rang out.

Chu Yan’s body was torn open, and blood flowed out, falling to the ground.

“Chu Yan…”

Seeing his only hope, Chu Yan, also severely injured, Chu Yuntian’s face turned pale.

Today, he might die here as well!

“Master.”

Chu Yan clutched his chest, but the blood wouldn’t stop flowing.

“I’ll self-detonate to break a gap in this formation. You run,” Chu Yan shouted, “You can’t die here. Otherwise, no one will know about this vendetta.”

“Chu Yan…”

“Master, you are destined for great things. You can’t die here!”

Without another word, Chu Yan charged out once more.

“Run!”

With a shout, Chu Yan gathered all his power into one point within his body.

*Boom.*

The next moment, a deafening explosion echoed through the air. The self-detonation of a Yuanfu realm powerhouse was incredibly powerful, causing the entire formation to tremble. Even the two towering statues paused in their tracks.

However, the formation was not broken.

But at this moment, Chu Yuntian clenched his hand, and two pitch-black beads appeared again, thrown towards a corner of the formation.

*Boom.*

Another explosion sounded, and a corner of the formation was blasted open. Without a word, Chu Yuntian immediately fled.

“Think you can run?”

Ye Wushuang let out a cold snort and raised his hand.

Within the formation, a python-like figure, swift as lightning, charged out.

The python’s mouth opened wide and bit down on Chu Yuntian’s left hand.

Seeing his left hand bitten and trapped, with the formation gradually healing, Chu Yuntian’s face turned cold. He swung his sword and severed his own left hand.

Then, with a flash, he fled in a disheveled state.

“Quick, catch him! We can’t let him escape!” Qing Shiyu said anxiously.