Chapter 809
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“Ye Wushuang…”
Ling Zhongyun let out a bitter smile and said, “On the road to the underworld, I’ll be waiting for you.”
She knew she was doomed and no longer pleaded for Ye Wushuang to spare her life. However, the seven great sects had suffered heavy losses this time. Ye Wushuang’s arrogance would surely lead to his demise once the Hundred Nations’ Martial Contest came to an end.
“You still worry about me?”
Ye Wushuang sneered, “The Tianji Mansion and the Shengdan Sect slaughtered my Ye clan’s people in the past, stripped the blood spirits from our children, and now they’ve issued a kill order on me!”
“Did you ever think there would come a day like this?”
Ling Zhongyun’s face turned pale. This young man harbored deep resentment toward the Tianji Mansion and the Shengdan Sect. Could it be that he intended to destroy them completely?
“I’ll send you on your way!”
Ye Wushuang raised his sword and struck. But at that very moment, a figure suddenly charged out, launching a fierce punch straight at Ye Wushuang. Ye Wushuang let out a cold humph, clenched his hand into a fist, and met the punch head-on.
*Boom…*
A deep, explosive sound rang out. The figure was sent flying backward, crashing to the ground beside Ling Zhongyun. It was Ling Zhongxiao!
Ye Wushuang looked at the siblings.
“Why did you come?” Ling Zhongyun shouted.
Ling Zhongxiao’s face was grim as he replied, “We can’t escape anyway. At least as her brother, I have to protect her!”
“You…”
At that moment, Ling Zhongxiao turned to Ye Wushuang and said, “Ye Wushuang, you can’t kill my sister.”
“Can’t?”
Ye Wushuang sneered again, “Why not?”
Ling Zhongxiao spoke in a low voice, “My sister is the most outstanding prodigy in the Tianji Mansion in centuries. If you kill her, the Tianji Mansion will never let you go!”
“You kill me and let my sister go. The spirit points on you are enough to make you the undisputed first place, beyond anyone’s reach.”
Upon hearing this, Ye Wushuang’s face darkened, and he flashed forward.
*Whoosh…*
In an instant, he appeared in front of Ling Zhongxiao, sat on him, and delivered a powerful punch.
*Punch…*
Half of Ling Zhongxiao’s face was crushed by Ye Wushuang’s punch.
“Son of a gun!”
Ye Wushuang cursed furiously.
“The geniuses of your Tianji Mansion and Shengdan Sect are all so precious. What about the geniuses of my Ye clan?”
Ye Wushuang’s voice was low and deep. “Do you have any idea how furious I was when I saw my brothers, my subordinates, and my loved ones, dead or injured?”
My brothers?
My subordinates?
Ling Zhongyun was stunned. What did Ye Wushuang mean by that?
*Boom…*
Another punch was delivered.
Ling Zhongxiao was now spewing blood and barely conscious.
“I had imagined that when I returned, my second and third brothers would have children and grandchildren, living happily as fathers and grandfathers.”
“I had hoped that Yu Ke, Su Shuang, Xu Wenxuan, Li Wenmo, Wang Ming, Wang Jing, Tang Wenchuan, Nan Gongyan, Nan Gongqing, and Cao Yu would all be alive and well.”
“Do you have any idea how much I wish I could hear them call me ‘big brother’ or ‘master’ again?”
*Boom…*
Ye Wushuang delivered another punch.
“But!”
“But all of that was destroyed by your Tianji Mansion, by the Shengdan Sect!”
“Is my sister’s life precious, while the lives of tens of thousands of my Ye clan members are not?”
At that moment, the long-suppressed fury in Ye Wushuang’s heart erupted. He kept punching until he shattered Ling Zhongxiao’s skull into pieces.
His hands stained with blood, Ye Wushuang picked up Ling Zhongyun and said coldly, “You must die. Everyone from the Tianji Mansion and the Shengdan Sect must die!”
*Boom…*
With a loud explosion, Ling Zhongyun’s body was shattered into fragments.
Without another word, Ye Wushuang raised his sword and charged at the group of people. They had come to kill him, Ye Wushuang. If that was the case, then they would all… leave their lives behind!
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…*
Holding the Tian Ya Sword, Ye Wushuang, though only at the third level of the Tian Gang realm, was unstoppable. Even the fourth and fifth-level prodigies were no match for him.
Long Yuanqing!
Zi Qingmei!
Qian Guxing!
Chi Yutian!
One by one, these prodigies were slain. Blood stained the earth—blood from these prodigies and from the spiritual beasts…
