Bang!
By the time Lu Xiurai reacted, his body was already outside the courtyard.
Behind him, however, the dull thud of Guo Chen slamming heavily onto the ground inside the yard clearly reached his ears.
Immediately after, the courtyard rang with Guo Chen's heart-rending, inhuman shrieks!
Along with his desperate and shrill roar:
"Run! Lu Xiurai! Run!"
"We'll hold him off, go find someone in the gang to avenge us!!!"
"Ah! You surnamed Ye, I'll fight you to the death!"
Listening to the screams inside the yard and under the threat of death, Lu Xiurai gritted his teeth and ran outward.
At this moment, he felt like a coward who had abandoned his comrades!
Yet the risk of death made him care about nothing else as he bolted blindly!
He did not know how long he would run, nor where he was fleeing, wanting only to get further and further away from the courtyard behind him!
Inside the courtyard, the smell of blood was suffocatingly thick.
Ye Li casually dropped the blood-stained, nicked broadsword.
With a blank expression, he looked at Guo Chen, who was hugging his thigh to stop him from leaving, and gently brought a precise kick down to shatter the other man's spine.
Facing Wang Chuanxi, who came stumbling over, his right hand transformed into a knife-hand and struck out fiercely.
He compressed his force into a fingertip-width line of contact, directly tearing open the other man's lower abdomen and sending him pitching face-first onto the ground.
"I didn't deal a fatal blow, but if you dare thrash around violently, whether you live or die is hard to say," Ye Li said calmly.
Thanks to the formidable vital energy of a martial artist, Qian Luoxin covered his slit throat to keep the blood from spilling out.
The other five were also crippled or maimed, yet they remained a hair's breadth from death.
Wang Chuanxi clutched his abdomen to keep his internal organs from spilling out, gritting his teeth as he spoke:
"Ye Li... you... how dare you... my father... is Elder Wang Luhe... he... will never let you off..."
For someone like this who initiated the trouble and still ran his mouth after losing, Ye Li showed zero tolerance. "What kind of Feng are you acting like?"
With that, he directly unleashed a flying kick, slamming it viciously into the other's face.
Wang Chuanxi's head whipped violently backward, his body sent soaring into the air by the immense force like a broken doll before crashing heavily into the distant courtyard wall!
The wall emitted a dull thud, showering down fine dust.
Wang Chuanxi's body slid limply into the corner, his head hanging lifelessly against his chest as he lost all breath, his fate unknown.
At this, the courtyard finally plunged into a deathly silence.
Aside from low, painful groans and the drip-drop of falling blood, there were no other sounds.
Ye Li stood in the center of the courtyard, sweeping his gaze around.
Under the moonlight, the ground was a mess, with scarlet blood staining and spreading wildly across the bluestone bricks.
The seven core disciples who shared his initial Body Tempering stage in the Azure Dragon Gang were scattered across the place like garbage.
Shattered arms... broken tendons... unconsciousness... slit throats... shattered spines...
In mere breaths, Ye Li dispatched them cleaner than slaughtering a pig, easily executing several men.
Even Ye Li, who had been confident of victory before striking, had not expected it to end so cleanly.
Still, it made sense; while these seven were indulging themselves with Dragon Tiger Pills, Ye Li had been keeping his underwear dry!
On top of that, he had reached the skill level of Clear Force perfection. With both power and skill completely crushing the opposition, a rout was only natural.
Yet anyone who killed frequently knew that killing was easy while dealing with the aftermath was hard.
Before long, the commotion of screams and roaring immediately drew the shocked attention of neighboring friendly factions.
Living in an upscale courtyard district, it was not long before surrounding Body Tempering martial artists in twos and threes poked their heads out peekingly to scope out the place, immediately startled by the carnage within.
Yet they promptly realized this seemed to be seven masked assassins in black being single-handedly slaughtered by the homeowner?
Wait, no!
Is the quality of assassins this poor nowadays?
Seven against one and they still managed to flip over during an ambush?
With no yamen runners intervening, upon seeing Ye Li wearing the attire of the Tiger Fiend Sect, everyone tacitly waited for the Azure Dragon Gang to send people to handle it.
After all, in Guangming City, a fringe territory of the Xia Kingdom, gang influence was even stronger than the regular military.
Less than half an incense stick of time later, the upper echelons of the Azure Dragon Gang arrived here one after another, witnessing the scene before them.
Ye Li sat boldly atop a blue stone, while several gang newcomers dressed in black robes with their faces exposed lay sprawled on the ground.
"What is the meaning of this?" Yang Shichang said in a deep voice, but an instant later was interrupted by a shriek.
"Xier!" Wang Luhe let out a roar, hurrying over to Wang Chuanxi, whose fate was unknown.
Yet regrettably.
Fate unknown meant dead!
Disemboweled and then struck by Ye Li's kick, Wang Chuanxi had completely ceased breathing.
Feeling his son's chilling corpse, he turned his head to glare at Ye Li with bloodred eyes.
Yet the young man had long since hidden behind Yang Shichang to report:
"Reporting to Elder Yang, these seven masked men with blades broke into my courtyard in the middle of the night. It was only after crippling them that I realized they were fellow brothers in the gang."
"Nonsense! My son has been well-behaved since childhood, how could he do such a thing!"
Wang Luhe roared, yet his heart bled inside—over these past few days his third son had been acting sneaky, but he never expected him to be this stupid!
"How could he not?" Ye Li sneered from behind Yang Shichang:
"Are you implying that I invited these fellows to change into black clothes and bring broadswords to my house for a gathering? The others aren't dead yet, just ask a few questions and you'll know the reason."
As he spoke, Ye Li cast a glance at Lu Xiurai, who had returned with the main force. Their eyes met, and the other person cowardly averted his gaze.
Wang Luhe felt a stifling pressure in his chest, snapping harshly: "Flies don't bite seamless eggs, seven people joining forces to kill you—this must be your problem!"
"My problem?" Seeing the figures approaching from afar, Ye Li's heart steadied.
Then, amidst the surprised gazes of everyone present, Ye Li walked straight up to Wang Luhe, pointed at the other's nose, and cursed:
"You old bastard, your son turned out to be trash, why don't you look for the problem with yourself?"
"Everyone else is alive, yet he was the only one kicked to death by me like a dog, why don't you look for the problem with yourself?"
As Ye Li launched into a fierce tirade, the scene fell into utter silence, leaving even Wang Luhe dumbfounded.
An initial-stage Body Tempering disciple pointing at the nose of a Post-Heaven elder and cursing?
Had the heavens flipped upside down?
Yet Ye Li's output did not stop, continuing to rail:
"Why was it only your son who died? Why couldn't seven people even beat me? Why did your son talk tough after losing, only to deserve his death? Go find all the problems with yourself, won't you?!"
"What a blessed Feng you are, I love your Feng! Everything is someone else's problem to find, your son being garbage means you, the father, are the problem!"
"Damn it, I was practicing martial arts peacefully at home and got ambushed, how am I supposed to find the problem with myself?!"
"Tell me, why did your son act like a complete fool and come looking for trouble? You failed to discipline your son, why don't you look for the problem with yourself?!"
"Raised for all these years only to be kicked to death by me in one blow—you'd have been better off tightening your belt back then to avoid spawning such a disaster..."
Having originated as a live streamer, Ye Li's eloquence was exceptionally fluent.
In the span of barely a dozen breaths, logic mixed with flying profanities left Wang Luhe thoroughly cursed into a bloody mess.
Under the heart-pounding gazes of everyone around, Wang Luhe was so enraged his six souls ascended and seven orifices smoked: "You animal, I'll butcher you!"
Before that could happen, the thoroughly vented Ye Li spotted danger and, shouting that things looked bad, leaped backward while yelling:
"Gang Leader, save me!!!"