Chapter 591
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On the other side, Xiao Demao, the sixth elder of the Xiao clan, who was dressed in luxurious attire and appeared to be in his sixties, looked at the laughing man in purple and said coldly, “Do you think we are joking?”
“Of course not!” The man in purple’s voice roared like thunder, shaking the heavens as he snorted, “Who doesn’t know about the despicable nature of your five great families?”
“But today is not the same as five hundred years ago!” As these words were spoken, both Qin Taxing and Xiao Demao’s faces turned cold.
“Ye Wushuang, today, you will surely die!” Qin Taxing shouted again, “I will use your head to honor my son’s life!”
“Your son?” Ye Wushuang asked curiously, “I’ve killed quite a few members of the Qin clan, but I really don’t know which one is your son…”
“Qin Wuxin is my son!” Upon hearing Ye Wushuang’s words, Qin Taxing’s voice had turned terrifyingly cold.
“Oh…” Ye Wushuang realized with a nod, “So it’s him. That’s perfect. It will be just in time to send you father and son to reunite!”
Ye Wushuang looked to his left and right, and then at the distant robed figure, and said directly, “Don’t waste any more time. I also brought some candied hawthorns for my sister. This time… they must not be crushed again…”
“Understood!” The man in black and the man in purple nodded.
“Qin Taxing!”
“Xiao Demao!”
“I’ve been wanting to kill them for a long time,” the man in black said, clenching his fists and generating a terrifying Tian Gang energy that almost formed a pair of boxing gloves, shimmering with an intimidating aura.
The man in purple chuckled wickedly, “Me too…”
Around his body, black lightning surged, emitting a rumbling hum.
At this moment, neither Qin Taxing nor Xiao Demao dared to be careless. Even though one was at the eighth stage of the Tian Gang realm and the other at the seventh, they still felt an inexplicable pressure in the face of these two mysterious figures.
“Kill!”
In an instant, the man in black and the man in purple charged forward, directly attacking Qin Taxing and Xiao Demao.
On the other side, the robed figure had already arrived in front of Liu Guangyao.
Liu Guangyao was now completely defenseless, picked up by the robed figure and brought to Ye Wushuang.
As for Chu Lingqi, Liu Yuan’ang, and the other five initial-stage Tian Gang cultivators, they were almost mortally wounded by the spirit array and were now barely clinging to life.
“Young master!” The robed figure looked at Ye Wushuang respectfully.
“Ye Wushuang…” Liu Guangyao, covered in blood, with disheveled hair and burns all over his body, roared in anger, “If we fail to kill you this time, the five families will never let you grow again. You are as good as dead!”
“Too talkative!” The robed figure snorted, grabbed Liu Guangyao’s arm, and tore it off with a sickening rip. Blood sprayed out, and Liu Guangyao screamed in agony, his eyes rolling back.
Without any hesitation, the robed figure crushed his arm with a palm strike.
“At this point, do you really think the five great families can still kill me?” Ye Wushuang said slowly, “The five great families have already missed the best time to kill me. From now on, it will be… me who will eliminate them one by one!”
Ye Wushuang clenched his hand, and the Tianya Sword flickered with a faint light.
“Liu Guangyao, I will kill you and throw your body on the streets of the capital, so that everyone knows that the Ye clan’s revenge has begun!”
With a swift slash of the sword, Liu Guangyao’s other arm was severed from his body.
“Ah…” Another scream of agony echoed.
“At that time, everyone in the five great families will pay the price for the downfall of the Ye clan five hundred years ago!”
The sword struck again, and Liu Guangyao’s legs were cleanly cut off.
Liu Guangyao, eyes bloodshot, roared, “Ye Wushuang… you are dreaming!”
The tip of the sword now pressed against Liu Guangyao’s heart. Ye Wushuang slowly pushed the Tianya Sword into Liu Guangyao’s chest, indifferently saying, “This is not a dream!”
With a sickening thud, Liu Guangyao, one of the six great elders of the Liu clan, whose name once struck fear into the hearts of many, lost the light in his eyes and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
Ye Wushuang exhaled, looking at the body lying in the yellow sand, and said coldly, “This is just the beginning of the plan.”
The robed figure looked at Liu Guangyao’s body without a word, then slowly shifted his gaze to the other side. There, Chu Lingqi, Liu Yuan’ang, and the other five had already been torn apart by the sandstorm, their bodies reduced to fragments.
Now, only the man in black and the man in purple were still fighting with Qin Taxing and Xiao Demao, the four powerful Tian Gang cultivators.
Watching the four of them fighting, Ye Wushuang couldn’t help but urge, “Speed it up. This isn’t like your usual capability!”
Hearing this, both the man in black and the man in purple immediately intensified their momentum.
“Since the young master is in a hurry, we will speed things up!” The man in black said, and with that, he suddenly threw a punch…
