"Alright, men, tie this kid up first," Yang Tie ordered.
With three whooshing sounds, three figures suddenly appeared.
These three thugs had sharp, piercing eyes and prominent temples, clearly indicating they were masters of internal martial arts.
Although they haven't reached the Yellow Realm, a person who practices internal martial arts is still superior to several martial arts masters.
Without a word, the three thugs charged at Ye Xingchen.
Just then, a figure flashed by, and a simple-minded young man stood in front of Ye Xingchen.
But it was Duan Yi who arrived. After Ye Xingchen helped his grandfather break through to the Yellow Realm last time, Duan Yi had been following Ye Xingchen around.
Duan Yi, born with superhuman strength, is even more powerful than a Yellow Realm expert when he goes all out.
He stomped his right foot heavily on the ground, cracking the floor with a snap. Then, with a roar, he unleashed a surge of internal energy that attacked the three men.
With two soft "pfft" sounds, the two experts coughed up blood and retreated violently, while Duan Yi twisted his hands slightly, one high and one low, locking the arm of the last thug.
Immediately afterwards, with a snap, the thug groaned as his arm was twisted into a pretzel.
It wasn't that Duan Yi was cruel, but in his view, anyone who hurt his master should not be spared.
"No wonder you're so arrogant, you've got some skills after all. But do you really think I, Yang Tie, am someone to be trifled with? Guards!" Yang Tie shouted in a deep voice.
Three men dressed in leather jackets, exuding a murderous aura, suddenly appeared, each carrying a gun.
Yang Tie's younger brother owns an assassin group overseas, and these people are members of that assassin group.
"Step back." Ye Xingchen frowned. Duan Yi was indeed at the Yellow Realm, but he was only strong in external force. Moreover, a Yellow Realm cultivator would suffer a loss when encountering a spear.
Duan Yi remained silent and withdrew.
Qin Wu was also taken aback. There was a reason why Yang Tie could rank among the top three in Tianhai. This guy actually dared to play with a gun?
Compared to others, Qin Wu's little fight was insignificant, but now was not the time to back down. He gripped his knife tightly and stared at the person in front of him.
Ye Xingchen stepped forward, his wrist tightly gripping the Crimson Cloud Sword, his mind tense. He stopped about ten steps away from the assassins.
"Kneel down and beg for mercy, and I'll spare your life," Yang Tie said coldly.
"I'm afraid I can't do that." Ye Xingchen shook his head: "Within ten steps, your gun might not be as fast as mine."
"Then go die! Kill him!" Yang Tie hissed.
The three assassins raised their guns almost simultaneously, ready to fire.
However, Ye Xingchen raised his right hand in the air, and the Crimson Sky sword spun rapidly in his palm. Then, he rushed forward, turning into a shadow, and a three-foot sword light suddenly shone.
With a series of sharp, bloody splattering sounds, accompanied by three screams, Ye Xingchen severed the wrists of the three gunmen.
Ye Xingchen pointed forward with his right hand, and the Crimson Sky Sword flew out of his hand, its sharp edge hovering over Yang Tie's throat.
"Shall we continue?" Ye Xingchen asked calmly.
Yang Tie felt his scalp tingle and his hands and feet turn ice cold. He believed that if Ye Xingchen made a single move, his throat would be pierced with another bloody hole.
"Release President Yang!" A group of people were shocked and rushed forward.
Two more gunmen appeared, pointing their guns at Ye Xingchen's head.
The situation suddenly became uncontrollable. Ye Xingchen said leisurely, "Do you think their guns are faster, or my sword?"
"Who exactly are you?" Yang Tie asked through gritted teeth.
"Ye Xingchen," Ye Xingchen said calmly, "President Yang, shall we each take a step back today, or shall we fight to the death?"
"Those who offend me will not have a good end," Yang Tie said in a deep voice. "I, Yang Tie, swear that I will tear you to pieces."
"Before you tear me to pieces, understand your situation first." Ye Xingchen moved his hand, and Chixiao suddenly moved forward. Yang Tie felt a chill in his throat, and a trace of blood spilled out.
He was terrified, but thankfully his head was still attached to his neck. Just as the two sides were at an impasse, another group of people rushed over.
"President Yang, what's the big deal? Is it worth risking everything?" A soft, sweet voice rang out, and in a flash, Ning Qingyan arrived with her entourage.
Ning Qingyan was followed by a woman and sixteen others. These people had sharp eyes and extraordinary auras, and it was clear at a glance that they were experts.
These seventeen people were the loyal guards left behind by Ning Qingyan's ancestors, specifically responsible for protecting the descendants of the loyal family.
"Ning Qingyan?" Yang Tie was slightly taken aback.
"President Yang, I think today's matter was just a misunderstanding. How about this, both sides stop and find a place to sit down and have a good talk another day?" Ning Qingyan smiled slightly.
"Misunderstanding? My son was beaten like this, and you're telling me this is a misunderstanding?" Yang Tie roared. "Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, this kid would have to stay."
"Mr. Yang, please give me some face. This girl is my best friend. It would be best if this matter ended here," Ning Qingyan said calmly.
"Who do you think you are? Why should I give you face? If anything happens to my son, they will all die," Yang Tie said angrily.
"Well, you can disregard my feelings, but the disciples of the Zhongmen Sect are all over the world. Your brother's assassin group has repeatedly broken the rules. Do you believe that I can wipe them out overseas with just one word?" Ning Qingyan said with a smile.
Although she smiled, her words were filled with murderous intent, and Yang Tie's face immediately turned ugly.
Yes, although Ning Qingyan's influence in Tianhai is not obvious, everyone knows about her relationship with the Zhongmen.
The Zhongmen sect boasts 100,000 disciples, most of whom are located overseas. Even when their own disciples are making a living overseas, they have to be mindful of the Zhongmen sect's wishes.
Ning Qingyan's words were definitely not a threat; she really could do it.
"When did Zhongmen start getting involved in Tianhai's affairs?" Yang Tie was displeased, but his tone had softened.
"The Zhongmen family prioritizes righteousness and is willing to intervene in all injustices of the world. Yang Tie, do you believe me? Today, you may die, but my net may not break." Ning Qingyan said sternly, "Do you really think no one knows what your Yang Group has been doing all these years?"
"You..." Yang Tie immediately cowered. Yes, the things the Yang Group had done over the years were enough to warrant his execution several times over. If things really escalated, the Yang Group would be wiped out in an instant.
"Fine, I admit defeat today, but you, surnamed Ye, remember this: this isn't over," Yang Tie said through gritted teeth.
"If you want to play, I'm always ready." Ye Xingchen put away Chixiao, turned around, and left with Yun Ruoyan in his arms.
In Ning Qingyan's villa, Ye Xingchen performed acupuncture to expel the poison from Yun Ruoyan, and after a dose of calming soup, she finally fell into a deep sleep.
"How is she?" Ning Qingyan had changed into a set of comfortable silk pajamas. Her skin, which was partially visible, and her languid style made Ye Xingchen almost lose his beastly desires.
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