Chapter 809
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“Ye Wushuang…”
Ling Zhongyun let out a bitter smile and said, “On the road to the netherworld, I’ll be waiting for you.” She knew she was doomed and no longer hoped for Ye Wushuang to spare her. However, the seven great sects had suffered heavy losses this time. Ye Wushuang was acting so arrogantly now, but once the Hundred Kingdoms’ Martial Contest ended, he would surely meet his demise.
“You still worry about me!” Ye Wushuang sneered, “The Tian Ji Mansion and the Sheng Dan Sect slaughtered my Ye clan’s people in the past and stripped the blood spirits from our young children. Now they’ve even issued a kill order on me!”
“Did you ever think there would be a day like this?” Ling Zhongyun’s face turned pale. This young man harbored deep resentment toward the Tian Ji Mansion and the Sheng Dan 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 with lethal intent. But at that very moment, a figure suddenly charged out, throwing a fierce punch straight at Ye Wushuang. Ye Wushuang let out a cold snort, clenched his palm 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. “What are you doing here?” Ling Zhongyun shouted. Ling Zhongxiao, with a grim expression, replied, “We can’t escape anyway. At least I’m her brother, and 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 deep voice, “My sister is the most outstanding heavenly genius in the Tian Ji Mansion in centuries. If you kill her, the Tian Ji Mansion will never let you go!”
“Kill me, but let my sister go. The spirit points on you are enough to make you the unbeatable number one.” Upon hearing this, Ye Wushuang’s face darkened, and he flickered into motion.
*Whoosh…*
In an instant, he appeared right in front of Ling Zhongxiao, then sat on him, gripping his fist tightly and smashing it down.
*Pffft…*
Half of Ling Zhongxiao’s face was crushed by Ye Wushuang’s punch.
“You bastard!” Ye Wushuang cursed furiously.
“The geniuses of your Tian Ji Mansion and Sheng Dan 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, my loved ones, dead or injured?”
“My brothers?”
“My subordinates?”
Ling Zhongyun was stunned. What did Ye Wushuang mean by that?
*Boom…*
Another punch came down. Ling Zhongxiao was now spitting out blood and barely conscious.
“I used to think that when I came back, my second and third brothers would have children, and they would be happy fathers and grandfathers.”
“I used to think 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 threw another punch.
“But!”
“But all of this was destroyed by your Tian Ji Mansion, by the Sheng Dan Sect!”
“Does my sister’s life matter, but the lives of tens of thousands of my Ye clan members don’t?”
At this moment, Ye Wushuang seemed to unleash the long-suppressed anger in his heart, punching down again and again until he shattered Ling Zhongxiao’s skull into pieces!
With bloodied hands, Ye Wushuang picked up Ling Zhongyun and said coldly, “You must die. Everyone from the Tian Ji Mansion and the Sheng Dan Sect must die!”
*Boom…*
A loud explosion rang out. Ling Zhongyun’s body was instantly reduced to 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 heavenly geniuses at the fourth or fifth levels of the Tian Gang realm were no match for him.
Long Yuanqing!
Zi Qingmei!
Qian Guxing!
Chi Yutian!
One by one, these heavenly geniuses were slain. Blood stained the earth, a mixture of theirs and that of the spiritual beasts…
