"Give me back my Dark Annihilation Staff!" Chen Bing was both shocked and furious. He shouted, "If you dare to hurt a disciple of the Chen family, our Chen family will never let you off the hook!"

"Aren't you overestimating yourself? You think you can threaten me with just the successor of the Peerless Staff?" Ye Xingchen smiled faintly: "The Chen family has always been skilled with staffs, but none of them have achieved great things."

"Today I will teach you how to use a stick."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, men, attack!" Chu Xiang roared.

Suddenly, nearly a hundred people rushed in, crowding the room.

Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, his right hand holding the purple staff slowly pointing horizontally, then suddenly swung it, the Dark Annihilation Staff spinning in his hand.

With the addition of true energy, the stick's power increased exponentially, and the room was as if a tornado had swept through, sending the five or six thugs closest to Ye Xingchen flying.

"Go!" Ye Xingchen shouted, then hurled the stick in his hand.

With a whoosh, the stick in his hand, imbued with a surge of true energy, roared away.

Bang bang bang! Accompanied by screams, dozens of people were sent flying. The thugs who had been surrounding the area were forced to make way by the stick in Ye Xingchen's hand.

Boom... The Dark Annihilation Staff punched a huge hole in the wall of the private room, then plunged into the artificial hill outside, disappearing nearly halfway into it.

At the same time, Ye Xingchen stepped into the Heavenly Realm, and his voice boomed: "Those who are not afraid of death can come and fight."

Ye Xingchen was surrounded by a powerful aura, exuding a strong fighting spirit, like a war god descending upon the world, causing everyone present to tremble in fear.

"This is the Heavenly Realm." Chen Bing's voice trembled. Although Heavenly Realm experts were not at the peak of martial arts, they were an unattainable existence for third-rate martial artists like them.

"Go back and tell your father that people in the martial world should abide by the code of martial arts and win people over with virtue. If he dares to see you opposing me again, don't blame me for personally going to Wutou Mountain and slaughtering all three strongholds and twelve sects of yours," Ye Xingchen said calmly.

"Yes." Chen Bing lowered his head, not daring to breathe.

Although the three strongholds and twelve sects of Wutou Mountain have a large number of people and great power, they are all incompetent. Few of them have entered the imperial realm, which is why they banded together and have gained some reputation in the martial arts world.

Ye Xingchen was going to go all out; those few hundred people were truly doomed to be slaughtered.

"Mr. Ye, I have brought my three thousand disciples with me. As long as you give the order, no one will leave alive." Qin Wu led a group of people in. After Yang Tie's death, Qin Wu took his place and his strength has increased considerably.

The thugs inside were panicking. The entire building was now surrounded by the Sihai Group, and the hundreds of people they had ambushed downstairs had already been subdued.

Ye Xingchen slowly walked up to Chu Xiang, who was now pale with fright and his legs were trembling.

"Ye Xingchen, you... don't do anything reckless. Our Chu family isn't afraid of you," Chu Xiang stammered.

*Slap!* Ye Xingchen slapped Chu Xiang so hard he flew five meters away. Chu Xiang lay on the ground, clutching half his face and spitting out blood.

Ye Xingchen's slap knocked out half of his teeth, and his face swelled up quickly.

"I..." Chu Xiang stood up, but before he could utter a single word, Ye Xingchen slapped him hard across the face again.

Chu Xiang lay on the ground, his teeth almost all broken by Ye Xingchen. He lay there panting heavily, like a dead dog.

"Young Master Chu, is that all you've got?" Ye Xingchen grinned, grabbing Chu Xiang's hair and lifting his head up.

"Mr. Ye, I was blind to your greatness just now, I... I'm sorry for offending you, it's my fault, please forgive me." Chu Xiang stammered, his words barely audible.

"Where did you go wrong?" Ye Xingchen's smile gradually widened.

"I was wrong..." Chu Xiang stammered.

"If you were representing your Chu family to come to me, perhaps I wouldn't be so angry, but unfortunately, you are not representing the Chu family, but the Japanese."

Ye Xingchen raised an eyebrow: "I don't believe you don't know what the Nico Group represents. The Chu family rose to prominence in Tianhai in just a few decades, and it turns out they relied on the Japanese."

"No, no, Young Master Ye, please let me go, I won't do it again." Chu Xiang was on the verge of tears.

"I'm not taking your life today, but so you can go back and tell Sato Matsuichi not to have any wicked thoughts. Otherwise, I will travel all the way to Japan and wipe out the Sato clan." Ye Xingchen said in a deep voice, "Do you understand?"

"I understand, I will definitely tell him." Chu Xiang nodded repeatedly.

"Get lost." Ye Xingchen pointed with his right finger, and with a "poof," Chu Xiang's ear was sliced ​​off.

Chu Xiang covered his right ear, his face filled with disbelief, until blood streamed down his cheek, at which point he let out a hysterical scream.

He covered his ears, looked at Ye Xingchen in horror, and then stumbled and crawled out.

Watching Chu Xiang leave, Ye Xingchen wore a thoughtful expression.

Yes, the Starry Sky Group is now very famous, and the Soul-Locking Pill in his possession is said to be able to bring the dead back to life. He doesn't know how many people are eyeing it. He still has three pills left, and he must hold onto them tightly.

Unfortunately, Five Dragon Saliva is a rare and precious treasure. Encountering it once is a matter of fate, but encountering it a second time is extremely difficult.

He decided to make the most of the three he had, and also to arrange security as soon as possible. He casually called Zhou Dazhu and asked him to equip Yun Ruoyan and the key engineers in the R&D department with bodyguards.

In a penthouse suite of a five-star hotel, Chu Xiang knelt on the floor, trembling. His ears were already bandaged, but going back directly was impossible.

Inside the room, Sato Matsu sat upright, his expression shifting between light and dark.

"Get up," Sato Matsu said, beckoning him to get up.

“Mr. Sato, I feel deeply ashamed and uneasy because I failed to handle things well.” Chu Xiang lowered his body even further.

“Ye Xingchen is a troublesome opponent. It’s not your fault; I underestimated him.” Sato Matsu slowly stood up.

Chu Xiang quickly thanked him and stood up, but he kept his body very low, like a servant.

"You can put this matter aside for now, but I must get my hands on the Soul-Locking Pill that Ye Xingchen has. This medicine can bring the dead back to life and will definitely cure my illness," Sato said.

"But... but he's too amazing," Chu Xiang stammered.

"Lord Chu, although your Chu family was established by our Sato family, we are all loyal to the Emperor," Sato Matsuichi said leisurely.

"You should have the indomitable spirit of our Yamato people and not be intimidated by difficulties."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Sato, I'll think of a way." Chu Xiang paused for a moment, then continued to speak obsequiously.

"Let's take it easy for now. There are people who are even more restless than me." Sato Matsu waved his hand: "Go back."