Chapter 8
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What’s even more incredible is that Yun He is at the fourth level of the Refining Body Realm, possessing the strength of eighteen oxen. How could Ye Wushuang, a disabled person, possibly hold Yun He’s wrist and stop him?
“Shuang’er…”
Ye Qingfeng and Liu Yuemei were also shocked into a stupor at this moment.
A crackling sound rang out, and Ye Wushuang’s fingers exerted force, followed by a pig-like scream of agony.
Yun He’s hand bone was broken.
He howled incessantly, falling to the ground, his face pale, and roared, “Ye Wushuang, let go, let go, do you want to die? I’ll kill your whole family!”
“Kill my whole family?”
At this moment, Ye Wushuang’s eyes were as cold as an ice cave, looking down at Yun He, and slowly said, “Is that so? You try it!”
At this moment, Yun He was terrified to find that even if he exerted all his strength, Ye Wushuang’s one hand was like an iron clamp, firmly holding his wrist.
He simply couldn’t break free!
How could this be possible!
At some point, the iron sword that had fallen to the ground appeared in Ye Wushuang’s other hand. The iron sword was unsheathed, covered in rust.
But at this moment, Ye Wushuang holding the iron sword seemed like a sword god, inviolable by gods and demons.
“What are you still doing? Kill him, kill him…” Yun He, seeing Ye Wushuang holding the sword, urgently howled.
In an instant, more than ten Yun family guards, armed with knives and swords, rushed up.
“From today on, whoever insults my Ye family, will be killed without mercy!”
At this moment, Ye Wushuang, with one hand holding Yun He’s wrist and the other hand gripping the iron sword, took a step forward.
A guard wielding a knife came straight at him, the blade chopping down.
Ye Wushuang dodged in an instant, and the iron sword stabbed out directly.
A “pu” sound rang out as the long sword pierced his chest, and the first person fell, blood spraying out.
At this moment, the rest of the people rushed to attack, but Ye Wushuang was determined, one hand holding Yun He, the other hand gripping the iron sword, and walked straight towards the more than ten people.
These Yun family guards were only at the third and fourth levels of the Refining Body Realm, how could they be opponents for Ye Wushuang now?
A fourth-level guard, holding an iron stick, swung it down directly.
But Ye Wushuang chopped down with one sword, the sword and stick collided, a “clang” sound rang out, and the fourth-level guard’s legs buckled, kneeling on the ground, his knees smashing the bluestone floor, making a “crack” sound, and his face turned pale.
“Die!”
Ye Wushuang shouted, and the sword descended another foot, directly chopping to the guard’s neck, a “pu” sound rang out, and blood sprayed out.
The courtyard had become a battlefield of blood and gore, with arms being severed, heads flying, blood flowing, and even internal organs spilling all over the ground.
Ye Wushuang was like a demon god, unstoppable.
The sounds of moaning and screaming rang out continuously.
The guards fell one after another, their bodies covered with several fatal wounds from the long sword, extremely miserable.
On the side, Ye Qingfeng, Liu Yuemei, Ye Feifei, and He Bo were all scared silly.
Is this still Ye Wushuang?
Not long after, the bloody slaughter ended, with bodies scattered all over the courtyard, and the smell of blood was pungent and thick, unable to dissipate.
From beginning to end, Ye Wushuang always held Yun He’s wrist, never letting go.
At this moment, looking at the残肢断臂 and the messy corpses on the ground, Yun He was completely stunned.
How could this be possible?
This is absolutely impossible!
At this moment, the blood-stained sword tip, with blood dripping down, was aimed at Yun He’s neck, and Ye Wushuang’s eyes were as sharp as a sword, looking at Yun He.
“Kneel down!”
Yun He was completely scared silly, and fell to his knees with a thud.
Ye Wushuang exerted force with one hand, and a crackling sound rang out as Yun He’s other arm broke.
