Chapter 391

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Upon hearing this, Ye Wushuang burst into laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” Zhou Yuanding was puzzled.

“First of all, you’ve got it all wrong!” Ye Wushuang wiped away his smile and said indifferently, “It’s not that you’re going to kill me. Rather, you’ve come to my Ye Mansion with such a grand display of force, insulting my family and even threatening to wipe out the Ye clan. Now, it’s me who’s going to kill you.”

Hearing this, Zhou Yuanding burst into laughter. “You? Kill me? On what basis?”

“On the basis of my old servant here!”

As soon as Zhou Yuanding finished speaking, a voice rang out. In the next moment, an elderly man in his sixties appeared, his figure flickering as his hand formed a claw, lunging directly at Zhou Yuanding.

Zhou Yuanding, after all, was a Tengen-level strongman. He sensed the impending danger in an instant and began to retreat. But it was too late.

A *thud* sounded as the Tengen-level energy condensed into a claw, and the elderly figure’s claw tore through Zhou Yuanding’s chest, ripping off a large piece of flesh. Immediately, Zhou Yuanding’s face turned pale, his internal energy became unstable, and the Tengen-level energy surrounding his body became chaotic.

Everyone present was stunned. The Ye Mansion actually harbored a Tengen-level strongman? How could that be?

Everyone knew that the Ye clan had fallen from grace. Ye Wushuang was an orphan of the Ye clan, and the current Ye family consisted of only a handful of people. How could they possibly have a Tengen-level strongman protecting them?

Ignoring his own injuries, Zhou Yuanding exclaimed in astonishment, “Tengen-level!”

“Old He, don’t leave him alive,” Ye Wushuang said.

Old He bowed slightly, his face apologetic. “Young master, I’ve just integrated my powers, and I’m still having trouble controlling my strength…”

Originally, with Ye Wushuang’s current strength at the sixth rank of the Condensation Pulse realm, he could at most help Old He unlock some of his sealed powers, allowing him to reach the fourth or fifth rank of the Yuanfu realm at best.

However, this time, when Ye Wushuang met Chi Yuan and Chi Xuan again, he asked Chi Yuan for some of his blood, which allowed him to unlock all the seals Chi Yuan had left on Old He in the past. This restored Old He to his Tengen-level strength.

Ye Wushuang knew that killing Zhou Zhe would bring trouble. But with Old He here, the trouble could be handled without needing Wang Pengyuan and the others.

Seeing Ye Wushuang’s silence, Old He added, “If I attack again, I’ll definitely kill him.”

Everyone was stunned. A Tengen-level strongman was calling Ye Wushuang “young master.” Who on earth was this elderly man?

Ye Wushuang nodded and said, “Very well.”

At this moment, Zhou Yuanding was in a panic. He was at the first rank of the Tengen level, and he had thought that bringing his household troops to kill Ye Wushuang would be a piece of cake. But now, the Ye family had a Tengen-level strongman who was far stronger than him. What was he supposed to do?

Old He, however, was no longer holding back. His figure darted forward once more, his Tengen-level energy as fierce as the wind and as domineering as a tiger, charging straight at Zhou Yuanding.

Zhou Yuanding had no time to think. He immediately clenched his fists, condensed his Tengen-level energy, and gathered it in his fists.

*Boom*…

The two figures collided brutally.

But in the next moment, Zhou Yuanding’s hands made a cracking sound, and his arms twisted, with broken bones piercing through his flesh.

“*Ahhhh*…”

A scream of agony escaped Zhou Yuanding’s lips as his face turned pale and he was thrown backward. But before he could retreat far, Old He had already appeared behind him and kicked out.

“Kneel when you die!”

With a *thud*, Zhou Yuanding’s spine was shattered, and he fell to the ground in a heap, rolling and landing at Ye Wushuang’s feet. His hands and arms were shattered, and now even his spine was broken. Zhou Yuanding, a Tengen-level strongman, could only move his legs, but he couldn’t even stand up. He was covered in blood, his hair disheveled, and utterly humiliated.

Tengen-level!

This was a Tengen-level strongman!

And yet he had been so brutally defeated in just a few moves.

Who on earth was this old man who called himself a servant?

With such a powerful protector in the Ye family, who would dare to come and make trouble?