After hanging up the phone, Ye Xingchen walked outside with a sullen face.
He had already received word that Na San Shao was currently at his villa in the suburbs.
Naqingju is a private villa in the suburbs of Tianhai, half of which faces the lake, and its name is quite unique.
This place is Na San Shao Jing's lair. This guy has recreated the Qing Dynasty princely mansion to a perfect scale, fantasizing about returning to the pinnacle of his family.
In the darkness, Ye Xingchen darted into the villa at lightning speed, dodging several surveillance cameras, and entered the villa.
Looking at the surrounding buildings and pavilions, Ye Xingchen was somewhat surprised. He had a feeling of returning to the Qing Dynasty. This Third Young Master Na was not only ruthless, but had reached a perverted level.
Ye Xingchen sneered and walked along the path toward the largest, palace-like room.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. In front of him were two bright green eyes; they were two Malinois.
The two Malinois were shiny and sleek, and about the size of small calves. They were now lowering their bodies and making threatening growling noises.
Behind the two dogs was a kennel, from which Ye Xingchen could vaguely hear screams and the sounds of dogs howling and tearing.
Suddenly, two Malinois dogs leaped up with a yelp. Their two large bodies were enough to knock down a strong adult man.
Ye Xingchen made a grabbing motion in the air with his right hand, and two leaves flew into his hand on their own before flying out.
*Swoosh...* Two leaves flashed through the air, leaving a transparent trail of light, and struck the two Malinois.
With a series of thuds and mournful cries, the two dogs collapsed to the ground, each with two leaves deeply embedded in their foreheads.
Ye Xingchen pushed open the dog kennel, and dozens of pairs of eyes stared straight at him.
Despite his stable mind and composure due to his practice of the Supreme Jade Purity Dao Scripture, Ye Xingchen couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
Inside, there were dozens of vicious dogs, each one incredibly fat, and several unrecognizable corpses that had been gnawed on.
One of the men was lying on the ground covered in blood, but he was still breathing faintly.
Ye Xingchen was furious. Na Sanshao was a cruel man. Anyone who opposed him or stood in his way would mysteriously disappear.
But Ye Xingchen didn't know that he had crippled these people and then dragged them to feed the dogs.
A dog barked, signaling an attack, and chaos erupted inside the stone hut.
Ye Xingchen took a step forward, and at the same time, he pulled out a bamboo stick from the doorway and grabbed it in his hand.
With a clear whistle, he raised his true energy, and the soft bamboo in his hand swayed, creating a burst of blue light.
With a series of pitiful whimpers, half of the pack of vicious dogs collapsed to the ground in an instant.
Ye Xingchen's body trembled, and with a deep shout, killing intent roared out.
The remaining dozen or so dogs were immediately intimidated by his imposing aura, and they retreated with mournful cries, cowering in the corner, too afraid to show themselves.
Ye Xingchen walked to the man covered in blood, reached out and touched him, and a surge of true energy flowed into his dantian.
The man jolted, groaned, and woke up.
Upon waking, he suddenly grabbed Ye Xingchen: "Help me... contact..."
He stretched out his blood-covered hand and wrote a short number on the ground, revealing a tattoo on his wrist.
Ye Xingchen felt a chill run down his spine. The tattoo was very well hidden, and he could tell at a glance that it was the mark of a member of the Xuan Yu Pavilion.
"Are you from Xuan Yu Pavilion?" Ye Xingchen stared at him.
"Who are you?" The man's expression changed. Ordinary people would never know about Xuan Yu Pavilion.
"We're on the same side, let's talk outside." Ye Xingchen reached out to help him up. As soon as they stepped out the door, more than ten men dressed in python robes blocked their way.
Three of them held guillotines, their eyes devoid of emotion, looking at Ye Xingchen as if he were already dead.
"The Blood Droplets, the Shadow Guard?" Ye Xingchen's gaze darkened. "Young Master Na has finally used his trump card."
Suddenly, more than ten Shadow Guards split into two groups. The first group attacked Ye Xingchen, while the third group, each wielding a Blood Droplet, flicked their right hand and sent three Blood Droplets hurtling through the air with a sharp whooshing sound.
Ye Xingchen stepped forward, shouted in a deep voice, and hugged forward with both arms.
Whoosh! Powerful true energy roared out from his body, blasting away the Shadow Guards in front of him.
Then he grabbed the three blood-dripping darts with both hands, forcefully holding them in his grasp.
With a deep shout, Ye Xingchen snapped the chains of the three Blood Droplets with three sharp cracks.
"The Flying Guillotine kills without a trace. You must have taken many heads with this, right?"
Ye Xingchen sneered, his right hand gathering internal energy, and with a roar, he threw the cages containing the three blood droplets back into the air.
With a whooshing sound, the heads of the three Shadow Guards were enveloped.
With three whooshing sounds, three headless corpses fell to the ground.
The blood-dripping guillotine, now free of its chains, flew a long distance through the air before falling to the ground. Inside the iron cage of the guillotine were three bloody heads.
These Shadow Guards showed no sorrow or pain; their expressions remained unchanged until their deaths.
With a single move, he killed three formidable Shadow Guards, finally causing the remaining Shadow Guards to show some emotion.
Their expressions were a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. They couldn't understand how a young man like Ye Xingchen could break their prized hidden weapon, the Blood Droplet, with a single move.
And with a casual flick of his wrist, he twisted off the heads of three Shadow Guards with a broken flying guillotine.
"My name is Ye Xingchen." Ye Xingchen grabbed with his right hand, and Chixiao appeared in his hand, conjuring a three-foot-long sword light.
"We have come here today to take the head of the Third Young Master. If you insist on going your own way, you will die."
If it were a normal person, Ye Xingchen's domineering and imposing appearance would definitely scare the other party away.
However, the opposing force was the Shadow Guards, who were ruthless and painless, and knew nothing of fear.
The remaining ten Shadow Guards quickly assembled and surrounded Ye Xingchen. Then, with a sharp whistle, the ten men moved.
"You're courting death." Ye Xingchen's eyes flashed with killing intent, and the Crimson Sky Sword in his right hand suddenly extended.
He flashed into the crowd, and the man and his sword suddenly transformed into a streak of light, moving erratically among the people.
Hiss... In an instant, severed limbs filled the air.
With a thud, Ye Xingchen pierced the throat of a Shadow Guard with his sword and stopped.
A faint smell of blood filled the air.
Ye Xingchen stood alone with his sword, unyielding, resembling a god of war.
More than a dozen Shadow Guards were either pierced through the heart by a sword, or their throats were sealed, ending their lives.
These Shadow Guards are not very strong, but they are incapable of feeling pain and are fearless of death.
Moreover, with a group of more than ten people, capable of both advancing and retreating, their strength is enough to give a late-stage Heaven Realm expert a headache.
But Ye Xingchen, wielding the Crimson Sky sword, was able to bring these people down with overwhelming force, demonstrating just how powerful he was.
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