Feng'd a Blessing!

Bang!

By the time Lu Xiuyuan reacted, his body was already outside the courtyard.

Yet, the dull thud of Guo Chen slamming heavily into the ground behind him reached his ears with chilling clarity.

Following that, a heart-wrenching, inhuman shriek erupted from within the courtyard!

Along with his desperate and shrill roar:

"Run! Lu Xiuyuan! Run!"

"We'll hold him off, go to the gang and find someone to avenge us!!!"

"Ah! You bastard Ye Li, I'll fight you to the death!"

Listening to the screams from the courtyard, Lu Xiuyuan gritted his teeth and fled under the threat of death.

In this moment, he felt like a coward who had abandoned his companions!

But the risk of death left him no room for other thoughts; he buried his head and sprinted wildly!

He didn't know how long he would run, nor where he was fleeing to; he only wanted to be further away from that courtyard, further and further!

Inside the courtyard, the smell of blood was suffocatingly thick.

Ye Li casually tossed aside the notched, blood-stained broadsword.

Expressionless, he looked at Guo Chen, who was clutching his thigh to prevent him from leaving, and lightly brought his foot down, precisely shattering the man's spine.

Facing Wang Chuanxi, who was stumbling toward him, he transformed his right hand into a blade and slashed out violently.

Compressing his power into a line at his fingertips, he tore open the man's abdomen, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"I didn't deliver a killing blow, but if you dare to move too violently, it's hard to say whether you'll survive," Ye Li said indifferently.

Thanks to the robust vitality of a martial artist, Qian Luoxin clutched his throat wound to keep the blood from spilling out.

The other five were either crippled or maimed, yet all remained a hair's breadth away from death.

Wang Chuanxi clutched his abdomen to keep his internal organs from spilling out, gritting his teeth as he hissed:

"Ye Li... you... how dare you... my father... is Elder Wang Luhe... he... will never let you go..."

For someone who initiated the trouble and still spouted threats after losing, Ye Li had no patience: "Who the Feng are you pretending to be?"

With that, he launched a kick, slamming it heavily into the man's face.

Wang Chuanxi's head snapped back, his body flying through the air like a broken doll under the immense force before crashing into the courtyard wall in the distance!

The wall emitted a dull thud, dust raining down from the impact.

Wang Chuanxi's body slid limply into the corner, his head hanging lifelessly against his chest; he fell completely silent, his fate unknown.

With this, the courtyard finally fell into a deathly silence.

Aside from low, pained groans and the "drip-drop" of blood hitting the ground, there was no other sound.

Ye Li stood in the center of the courtyard, surveying his surroundings.

Under the moonlight, the ground was a mess, scarlet blood flowing and spreading wantonly across the blue bricks.

Seven core disciples, all at the same Initial Body Tempering stage of the Azure Dragon Gang as him, now lay scattered about like refuse.

Shattered arms... broken tendons... unconscious... slit throats... shattered spines...

In just a few breaths, Ye Li had acted more efficiently than a butcher, easily executing them all.

Even Ye Li, who had been confident of victory before the fight, hadn't expected it to end so cleanly.

But thinking about it, it was only natural; while these seven were indulging in pleasure with Dragon Tiger Pill, Ye Li had been keeping his resolve sharp!

Furthermore, he had reached the perfection of Clear Force technique; with both strength and skill completely overwhelming them, this one-sided slaughter was a matter of course.

However, anyone who kills often knows that while killing is easy, the aftermath is difficult.

Before long, the screams and the booming noises immediately drew the astonished attention of the neighbors.

Living in a courtyard in the wealthy district, it wasn't long before groups of Body Tempering martial artists peeked over, only to be shocked by the tragedy inside.

But then they realized: it seemed seven masked killers in black had been single-handedly wiped out by the homeowner?

No way!

Is the standard for killers this poor now?

Seven against one, and even with a sneak attack, they still managed to fail?

No law enforcement intervened. Upon seeing Ye Li in his Tiger Fiend Sect attire, everyone tacitly waited for the Azure Dragon Gang to send someone to handle it.

After all, in Guangming City, a fringe area of the Xia Kingdom, the power of the gangs was even greater than that of the regular army.

In less than half an incense stick of time, the high-ranking members of the Azure Dragon Gang arrived one after another, only to witness the scene before them.

Ye Li sat firmly on a bluestone, while several new gang recruits in black robes lay sprawled on the ground.

"What is the meaning of this?" Yang Shichang said in a deep voice, but was interrupted the next moment by a scream.

"Xi'er!" Wang Luhe let out a roar and quickly rushed to the side of Wang Chuanxi, whose life or death was uncertain.

But unfortunately.

If life or death is uncertain, that means he is dead!

Having been disemboweled and then kicked by Ye Li, Wang Chuanxi had completely ceased to breathe.

Feeling his son's cold body, he turned his head with blood-red eyes and glared at Ye Li.

But the young man had long since hidden behind Yang Shichang and reported:

"Reporting to Elder Yang, these seven people snuck into my courtyard in the middle of the night wearing masks and wielding blades. It was only after I crippled them that I realized they were brothers from the gang."

"Nonsense! My son has been well-behaved since he was a child, how could this be!"

Wang Luhe shouted, but his heart was bleeding. His third son had been acting suspiciously these past few days, but he never expected him to be this stupid!

"How could this be?" Ye Li sneered from behind Yang Shichang:

"Are you implying that I invited these people to change into black clothes and bring broadswords to my house for a gathering? The others aren't dead yet; just ask them a few questions and you'll know the reason."

As he spoke, Ye Li looked toward Lu Xiuyuan, who had returned with the main group. As their eyes met, the other man flinched and looked away.

Wang Luhe felt a tightness in his chest and snapped, "Flies don't bite seamless eggs. Seven people joined forces to kill you; it must be your problem!"

"My problem?" Seeing a figure approaching from afar, Ye Li felt his heart settle.

Then, to the astonishment of everyone present, Ye Li walked straight up to Wang Luhe, pointed at his nose, and cursed:

"You old thing, your son is a piece of trash, why don't you look for your own problems?"

"The others are all alive, yet he was the only one kicked to death by me like a dog, why don't you look for your own problems?"

As Ye Li unleashed his verbal barrage, the scene fell into a dead silence, and even Wang Luhe was stunned.

A disciple at the early stage of Body Tempering was pointing at the nose of a Post-Heaven Realm elder and cursing?

Has the world turned upside down?

But Ye Li's output didn't stop; he continued to curse:

"Why is it only your son who died? Why couldn't seven people even beat me? Why was your son still talking tough after losing, and why does he deserve to be dead? Why don't you look for your own problems for all of this?"

"You Feng-ing idiot, I love your Feng-ing self! Always looking for your own problems—your son is trash because you, his father, have problems!"

"You Feng-ing idiot, I was at home practicing martial arts in peace when people came to kill me, how am I supposed to look for my own problems!!!"

"Tell me, why did your son act like a fool and come looking for trouble? You didn't raise your son well, why don't you look for your own problems?"

"After raising him for so many years, he gets kicked to death by me in one blow. It would have been better if you had tightened your belt back then instead of giving birth to such a disaster..."

After all, having been a streamer, Ye Li's eloquence was extremely fluent.

In just a dozen seconds, logic mixed with profanity flew everywhere, spraying Wang Luhe until he was drenched in shame.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone around, Wang Luhe was so angry that his soul seemed to leave his body and smoke poured from his seven orifices: "You beast, I'll kill you!"

But before that could happen, Ye Li, having had his fill of cursing, saw the situation turning sour, jumped back, and shouted:

"Gang Leader, save me!!!"