Chapter 210

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Wang Hongsheng, Qing Zhonghao, and Shi Wenxiao, along with the martial artists of the Condensation Pulse and Refining Body realms from their respective families, arrived one after another.

The commotion at the Soul-Devouring Hall was simply too immense.

However, upon their arrival, all they saw was the sudden disappearance of the gloomy, verdant tower, with corpses scattered haphazardly on the ground, drenched in rainwater and devoid of life.

When they laid eyes on the bodies of the two peerless warriors at the peak of the Netherworld Realm, everyone was left utterly dumbfounded.

At that moment, Ye Wushuang looked around, exhaled deeply, and could no longer hold on to the Tianya Sword, which fell to the ground.

“Master.”

Old He hurried forward at this moment, supporting Ye Wushuang, who was covered in wounds.

“Master…”

Tears streamed down Old He’s face as he wept uncontrollably.

“Old He… why are you crying?” Ye Wushuang smiled lightly and said, “I won’t die…”

“Hmm.”

Just then, figures approached one by one.

“Brother!”

Ye Feifei ran over at full speed, throwing herself into Ye Wushuang’s embrace, her big eyes red and tears falling incessantly.

“Brother…”

Seeing Ye Wushuang in such a miserable state, Ye Feifei was heartbroken.

“It’s okay, it’s over now…”

Ye Wushuang gently patted Ye Feifei’s head and said with a smile, “I promised I wouldn’t let anyone bully you again…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Wushuang’s body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

…

The city of Liu Yue had changed completely.

Last night, a downpour had raged throughout the entire night, but the next morning, the sun shone brightly.

Yet, the air was not only filled with the fresh scent of rain but also an indelible, faint smell of blood.

Early in the morning, the residents of Liu Yue City discovered that the sky over their city had changed forever!

The mansions of the Qin, Yun, and Wei families had all been occupied by warriors of the Wang family, and martial artists from Qingmu City and Shanyin City were maintaining order within the city.

What was even more terrifying was that the taverns, teahouses, and shops, which had just days ago still borne the signs of the Qin, Yun, and Wei families, had all been replaced with the signs of the Wang family by this morning.

It seemed as if overnight, the three great families of Qin, Wei, and Yun had vanished from Liu Yue City.

Everyone had their suspicions, but no one dared to speak openly.

However, deep in their hearts, they all understood.

From this day forward, Liu Yue City would likely belong entirely to the Wang family of the city lord’s mansion, and the so-called coexistence of the four great families would never exist again.

At that moment, inside the Wang Mansion in Liu Yue City.

The vast mansion seemed somewhat desolate today, with all the Wang family’s martial artists dispatched to deal with the aftermath.

In a secluded courtyard within the mansion.

In a room that was decorated with a distinctly feminine touch, Ye Wushuang lay on a couch, wrapped tightly in bandages from head to toe.

By the bedside, Xia Lei, the head of the Blue Cloud Pavilion, dressed in a Dan robe, exhaled slowly and looked at the few people in the room, saying, “After a night’s effort, the vital energy within Young Master Ye has finally stabilized.”

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Last night, when Ye Wushuang had suddenly fainted, the Wang family had immediately ordered their family alchemists to treat him and had also invited Xia Lei, the head of the Blue Cloud Pavilion.

For an entire night, almost all the alchemists in Liu Yue City, whether they were spirit alchemists or ordinary alchemists, had been either invited or coerced by He Bo, Xu Qiuyuan, and Xiao Yuan to come.

It was only at this moment, upon hearing Xia Lei’s words, that everyone finally felt at ease.

Ye Feifei was lying by the bedside, looking at Head Xia Lei with red eyes and asked, “When will my brother wake up?”

Xia Lei’s face showed a hint of difficulty as he replied, “I… I’m not sure.”

“Although Young Master Ye’s internal condition has stabilized, his consciousness seems to be in a deep slumber. It’s uncertain when he will wake up.”

Instantly, everyone’s emotions became tense once again.