A Scream Triggers a Melee!

In the backyard of the City God Temple.

"Who exactly are you people? Why did you kidnap me?"

"My father is the richest man in Qingcheng. If you're here for money, name your price."

Among the bound group, a young man in brocade robes looked nervously at the black-clad figures beside him.

In his opinion, these people had kidnapped him for no other reason than money.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

He thought to himself, next time, he absolutely had to ask his father to get him a more formidable martial artist bodyguard.

"My family can also pay money to ransom me."

"And my family."

The rest of the bound people spoke in unison.

"Noisy!"

The mysterious man waved his hand, and a cold glint shot out from it.

Blood spurted from the neck of the youth closest to him, who then slowly slumped to the ground.

The blood gushing from his neck instantly stained the ground red.

The other bound individuals were so terrified by the sudden murder that they froze on the spot.

They no longer dared to make a sound.

"Heh heh... Only this fresh blood," the mysterious man stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the bloodstains from his dagger, a look of intoxication on his face. "My treasure likes it."

Saying that.

His hands became a blur of afterimages, and in the blink of an eye, nine complex hand seals were completed in one go.

As the last hand seal fell, a bright light suddenly erupted beside him, and a formation appeared out of thin air.

Immediately after, a one-armed Yang Kui slowly walked out.

The mysterious man immediately gave the order: "Eat him."

The Yang Kui moved upon hearing the command, spun around sharply, and lunged towards the still-warm corpse of the youth.

Amidst the heart-stopping "crunch, crunch" sounds.

The faces of the bound people turned ashen, their bodies trembling violently. The sounds of their restraints and teeth colliding were even clearer than the gnawing.

In less than ten breaths, the youth's corpse was devoured, leaving not even a bone fragment.

And the Yang Kui's severed arm was healing at a visible rate, growing a brand-new limb.

"Ah--"

Suddenly, a young girl's scream exploded like thunder in the ears of everyone in the backyard.

The mysterious man turned his head sharply towards the entrance of the backyard. Upon seeing the Heavenly Realm Division uniforms on Wei Qing and the others, he smiled mysteriously. "The Heavenly Realm Division's reputation for having a keen nose is well-deserved. I didn't expect you to find me so quickly."

"Just a rat hiding its head and tail, not qualified to comment on my Heavenly Realm Division," Wei Qing retorted coldly. "Either you surrender yourself, or I'll break your fifth limb and have you kneel and surrender."

"Interesting!"

Before the mysterious man could finish speaking, his figure had already appeared before Wei Qing, his five fingers like hooks, grabbing for Wei Qing's throat!

The next instant.

A fist shadow suddenly blasted out from Wei Qing's side!

"Bang!!"

Fist and claw collided, true essence exploded! Chen Feng and the mysterious man were each forced back three steps, the bluestone bricks beneath their feet cracking inch by inch.

Killing intent surged in Chen Feng's eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Ghost Corpse Sect's 'Eagle Claw Hand' Cheng Hao, I've finally found you."

"Jie jie jie..." Cheng Hao let out a sinister laugh, his voice hoarse like sandpaper. "I didn't expect to run into you here."

He slowly raised his hand, his knuckles glowing an unnatural dark green. "Chen Feng, the debt from last time will be settled today!"

"Kill!"

"Die!"

Before the words were out, their figures erupted simultaneously. Fist winds and claw shadows intertwined, and killing intent splashed everywhere!

"Wushang, protect Miss Zhang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Jun Wushang could reply, Wei Qing's figure had already flashed like lightning, instantly appearing before the Yang Kui, his saber slashing down!

The Yang Kui raised his arm to block.

"Clang--!!"

Blinding sparks flew!

Wei Qing felt his tiger's mouth go numb. The blade felt as if it had struck centuries-old black iron, and it couldn't advance another inch.

He was shocked in his heart, What a strong defense!

Yang Kui's lifeless pupils suddenly turned blood-red. He violently raised his right arm, his five fingers clamping down on Wei Qing's heavenly spirit like iron pincers!

Wei Qing spun and retreated a step, pushing off the ground with his toes to leap into the air.

In mid-air, cold light flashed repeatedly. Four blade-lights, one after another, struck Yang Kui's vital points.

As sparks flew, A crack split open on Yang Kui's chest with a "kacha." Two poisoned silver needles shot out, accompanied by the sound of a mechanism.

"Wei Qing, be careful! Those are the Ghost Corpse Sect's Soul-Shattering Needles," Shen Yan urgently warned.

"Guardian Shen, perhaps you should worry about yourself," Yan Qingshan sneered sinisterly.

The moment Wei Qing leaped, the two groups of people turned into two torrents, crashing fiercely into each other.

Amidst the clash of blades and swords.

Yan Qingshan blocked her path, his palms radiating an ominous blue-gray hue.

"You're asking for death!"

Shen Yan pressed a spot on her waist, and a cold light "swished" out. The Black Gold Soft Sword was unsheathed, transforming into an arrow and piercing towards Yan Qingshan's eyes.

"Heh heh, we'll see who ends up dead,"

Yan Qingshan let out a series of hoarse, cold laughs from his throat. Instead of retreating, he advanced.

His right hand, tinged with an iron-blue color, formed a hook with his five fingers and slammed towards the incoming soft sword—

"Clang—!"

A piercing metallic clang exploded. The Black Gold Soft Sword was actually crushed in his palm! The sword body vibrated violently.

"Guardian Shen, this sword is truly..."

Before he could finish speaking, a silver thread streaked through the air. His right arm, which was holding the sword, slowly slid off from the elbow...

"Plop."

The severed arm hit the ground, its fingers still maintaining the posture of gripping the sword.

"Ah..."

The delayed pain surged through his body. Yan Qingshan staggered back two steps, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

He stared intently at Shen Yan's left hand—at some point, she had acquired a thin sword, as fine as a silver hairpin, with a drop of blood slowly dripping from its tip.

"Mother-Child Sword."

"Die!"

Shen Yan's footwork suddenly accelerated. Her figure turned into a silver afterimage, her sword tip aimed directly at Yan Qingshan's heart.

"Stop her for me."

Yan Qingshan retreated rapidly, clutching his severed arm wound.

Three black-clothed death warriors from the Yan Family heard the command. Their figures shot up, weapons in hand, blocking Shen Yan's path of attack.

For a moment, the four were locked in combat.

Jun Wushang, Zhang Xue, Zhu Huan, and others also joined the fray, each engaging their respective black-clothed opponents.

Just as Wei Qing was contemplating Yang Kui's defensive weaknesses, his peripheral vision caught a red dot on Yang Kui's neck.

He shifted his blade's momentum and fiercely thrust it towards the red dot.

Yang Kui retreated violently.

Unfortunately, it was still a step too late.

The moment the long blade struck the red dot, Yang Kui seemed to be struck by a paralysis spell. His retreating body abruptly stopped.

Wei Qing seized the opportunity, channeling his true essence into the long blade.

"Swish, swish..."

Four flashes of cold light appeared, and Yang Kui's four limbs were cleanly severed.

Just then.

Cheng Hao, who was locked in a fierce battle with Chen Feng, suddenly trembled.

Immediately after, a mouthful of blood uncontrollably spurted from his mouth.

He looked back sharply, just in time to witness Yang Kui, with whom he shared a mental connection, collapsing powerlessly, his severed limbs scattered on the ground.

"Bastard!" Cheng Hao's eyes widened in fury, bloodshot, and he roared, "I'll kill you!"