Chapter 663

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A solitary figure swiftly extended a hand, grasping the back of Shang Qingquan and forcefully pulling him back.

“NO!!!”

Shang Qingquan roared in fury. He was so close, just one step away, just a hair’s breadth from slaying Ye Wushuang. But that hand lifted him up as effortlessly as an eagle snatching a chick.

“Killing him is not an option,” a indifferent voice echoed, and with a loud bang, Shang Qingquan’s body exploded into a mist of blood, meeting a violent end.

At that moment, Ye Wushuang, standing in mid-air, could no longer sustain himself and began to fall slowly, gradually accelerating. But in the next moment, an arm gently caught him, bringing him safely to the ground. Feeling the warmth of the arm, Ye Wushuang’s pale face twisted into a bitter smile. “If you had been any later, I would have really had to meet the King of Hell!”

“The King of Hell wouldn’t dare to take you,” came the reply. Ye Yunzhe, dressed in a scholar’s robe with a few rips, smiled faintly. “I was too slow this time, but it won’t happen again.”

“Where is Shang Tianyin?”

“Right here!”

As Ye Yunzhe spoke, he raised his hand. In the void, a thread of blood appeared. Ten zhang away, Shang Tianyin’s robe was already in tatters, his entire body covered in wounds, his long hair disheveled and unrecognizable.

“Ye Yunzhe!”

Shang Tianyin growled in anger and struggled, but to no avail.

“Still got some energy to shout, huh?”

Ye Yunzhe clenched his hand, and the blood thread binding Shang Tianyin tightened, tearing his flesh apart.

“The Ye clan cannot rise. Even if we can’t stop you, the Tianji Mansion and the Holy Pill Sect won’t let you flourish either.”

“That’s none of your concern.”

With a grip from Ye Yunzhe’s hand, a terrifying pressure erupted. With a loud bang, Shang Tianyin’s body exploded. Immediately, a thread of devouring force began to gather within Ye Yunzhe. Under the force’s suction, Shang Tianyin’s body withered and turned into dry bones.

Ye Yunzhe waved his hand, and He Bo and Xu Yuntian approached.

“Take good care of my brother!”

Ye Yunzhe looked at the two men earnestly. “Let it go this time. If this happens again, even if he spares you, I won’t.”

Ye Wushuang, however, smiled bitterly. “What? Think my brother is weaker than you now and start scolding my people? You talk about them, but didn’t you also fail to do your part?”

“Uh…”

“Alright, alright, you just favor them!”

Ye Yunzhe then said, “I’ll handle the rest of the cleanup.”

Ye Wushuang quickly added, “For those willing to surrender, try to recruit them. Don’t wipe them out completely. The Shang clan’s businesses are very important and need people to manage them!”

“Don’t worry, I know,” Ye Yunzhe replied.

Shang Tianyin!

Shang Muchen!

Two Myriad Laws cultivators met their end.

The remaining Tian Gang cultivators of the Shang clan were no match.

Led by Ye Yunzhe, the Dark Soul Hall members stormed into the Shang clan’s territory, and the situation turned completely one-sided.

The Shang residence was destined to be drenched in blood today.

As the battle gradually came to an end, the heavy rain also ceased.

The evening glow in the west shone brightly, and the sun was about to set.

Ye Wushuang sat in front of the Shang residence’s gate, looking at the corpses scattered all around.

Members of the Dark Soul Hall, at the condensation pulse level, had already begun to clean up the battlefield.

These bodies still needed to be dealt with.

He Bo and Xu Yuntian stood on either side of him, never straying far.

“It’s over…” Xu Yuntian sighed.

“An end is also a beginning,” Ye Wushuang said slowly. “Next, we will take over all the Shang clan’s businesses. Not a single person with the surname Shang will be spared, even those who surrender. As for the guest retainers from other families, we will consider them on a case-by-case basis.”

“The businesses of the Shang clan in the capital and throughout the empire will also be taken over by the Dark Soul Hall. If we don’t have enough manpower, we’ll take our time…”

Xu Yuntian couldn’t help but interrupt Ye Wushuang, “My lord, we already know this. Don’t worry about it.”

He Bo squatted down and couldn’t help but worry, “When will the young master faint?”

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang looked exasperated.

“He Bo, you’re not being fair!”

“Uh…” He Bo paused for a moment before saying, “You fainted last time, and this time… you won’t faint again?”