One of his hands was severed, and half of his other hand was almost cut off.
Even if he survives today, he probably won't be able to use the Shen family's Dragon-Capturing Hand technique anymore.
"Youngster, you launched a sneak attack?" Shen Yue's eyes were bloodshot.
"This is what happens when you meddle in other people's business, old man. You've wasted your Xuan Realm cultivation by aiding and abetting evil. Today, I'll send you on your way." Ye Xingchen twirled his right hand, Chixiao, the sword light swirling around it, and pointed it at Chen Yue.
Without uttering a word, Shen Yue turned and ran, his previous dignified and otherworldly image vanishing instantly.
Ye Xingchen certainly wouldn't let this guy get away, so he flashed and chased after him closely.
In a grove of trees, a figure flashed by with a whoosh. Shen Yue, dragging his only injured arm, ran away, panting heavily.
Unfortunately, a figure blocked his way; it was Ye Xingchen, wielding the Crimson Sky sword.
"There's no road ahead. This place has good feng shui, so let's just consider it your burial ground," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
"Young man, leave some room for maneuver..." Shen Yue was both shocked and furious. He now truly regretted getting involved in the Yang family's affairs.
He just advanced to the Profound Realm and is doing quite well in the Wutou Mountain area. Why can't he just be a good leader of the alliance? Why does he have to kill people for that bullshit promise?
"Keep you here so you can use your power to seek revenge on me?" Ye Xingchen sneered, pointing his right hand into the air, and the sky emitted a piercing sound.
A sword light suddenly appeared out of thin air, slashing forward and passing right across Shen Yue's neck.
Shen Yue staggered back a few steps, his expression horrified, and then he fell to his knees with a thud, a line of blood gushing from his neck.
With a thud, his body was torn apart and lay motionless on the ground.
Ye Xingchen picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers. "Tonight, let's go on a killing spree."
Yang Tie couldn't wait a moment longer; he wanted to die, and Ye Xingchen didn't mind granting his wish sooner.
At the foot of the mountain, in an abandoned factory.
This is one of Yang Tie's drug manufacturing plants. As the boss of Tianhai, Yang Tie is more daring than the others.
Others might secretly import some drugs from overseas for distribution, but he wasn't satisfied with making money that way, so he simply teamed up with his second brother, who was based overseas, to manufacture drugs directly.
This hideout was far from the city center, and there were almost no other houses nearby.
At the very front of the factory was a luxurious private club, brightly lit and filled with revelry, where Yang Jinxin and his cronies were having a party.
This guy was crippled by Ye Xingchen, but his male instincts were still there. He hugged several scantily clad girls and kissed them until his mouth was full of saliva.
Finally, in a fit of rage, he shoved the girl away, scooped up a piece of white powder and stuffed it into his nostrils, then jolted awake and lay on the sofa in a state of blissful ecstasy.
Zhang Yuan was also among the group. He picked up a glass of wine and moved closer to Yang Jinxin: "Young Master Yang, let's have a drink."
"Come on, Young Master Zhang." Yang Jinxin stood up and clinked glasses with Zhang Yuan.
After all, Zhang Yuan is the son of an official, so we have to give him this much face.
"Young Master Yang, don't worry. I know some experts who know how to perform longevity rituals, draw talismans to cure illnesses, and even reattach severed limbs. Your problem will definitely be solved," Zhang Yuan comforted him.
"Really? If there is such a master, please be sure to introduce him to me." Yang Jinxin was overjoyed.
“When my grandfather was alive, I saw him make contact with him. I’ll ask him about it for you later.” Zhang Yuan patted his shoulder. “But that grandson of the Ye family went to such lengths, we absolutely cannot let that kid get away with it.”
Zhang Yuan was also beaten by Ye Xingchen, and he still can't get over it.
"My dad invited a master of internal martial arts, the supreme leader of the Three Villages and Twelve Gates. He's incredibly powerful. That guy surnamed Ye definitely won't survive tonight," Yang Jinxin said bitterly.
"That bastard deserves to die," Zhang Yuan cursed, now sharing a common hatred with Yang Jinxin.
"Do I deserve to die?" Suddenly, a cold voice came: "I use my medical skills to save lives, while you indulge in debauchery and have no ambition."
“I have done nothing wrong, yet you have abused your power and committed countless evil deeds. Who deserves to die, me or you?”
"Ye, Ye Xingchen? How did you get in? Someone, where did everyone go?" Yang Jinxin suddenly raised his head, and when he met Ye Xingchen's gaze, he was so frightened that he almost wet his pants.
Yes, he was traumatized by Ye Xingchen. That day, Ye Xingchen stomped on him and turned him into a eunuch. Although he hated Ye Xingchen in private, he was still terrified when he actually saw Ye Xingchen.
"Weren't you going to kill me? Why are you so afraid of me now?" Ye Xingchen laughed.
"Shouldn't you be dead? That was Sect Master Shen's doing!" Yang Jinxin cried out, trembling.
"You mean that old man? Sorry, he's already dismembered." Ye Xingchen sneered. "Young Master Yang, you're in good spirits, surrounded by so many beautiful women. But do you still have the ability?"
"Men, kill him!" Yang Jin was furious. He roared, "Where is everyone? Grab your weapons and get in here!"
A group of armed men rushed in, carrying guns, and the leader was holding a Desert Eagle.
Wu Baoshan, a notorious bandit on the border, had dozens of desperate men under his command. He was hired by Yang Tie to guard this factory.
"Young Master Yang, it's not safe here, let's leave quickly." Wu Baoshan knew that this place was extremely secluded, and if someone managed to sneak in, it would mean that the place had been exposed.
"Fine, but before we leave, I'm going to kill this kid first." Yang Jinxin snatched the Desert Eagle from Wu Baoshan's hand and pressed it against Ye Xingchen's head.
A group of people around him, armed with weapons, were eyeing Ye Xingchen menacingly.
"Go ahead and be arrogant, Ye Xingchen! You have a path to heaven but you choose to walk into hell. You've brought this upon yourself today. Do you think you'll leave here alive?"
"If I shoot you this time, I'll blow your head off. If you kneel down and beg me to call me grandpa, I'll leave you with a whole corpse."
Yang Jinxin has gone mad. He has no way of remaining calm in the face of the person who took away his happiness for the rest of his life.
"I don't think you even have the guts to fire a shot." Ye Xingchen remained completely unmoved, as if the gun in Yang Jinxin's hand was just a toy.
"I dare not? I'll take your life right now!" Yang Jinxin roared angrily, raising his gun and about to pull the trigger.
Suddenly, a loud bang came from the shadows, and a bullet struck Yang Jinxin's gun-wielding hand precisely.
*Smack*... His hand, along with half of his arm, instantly turned into a bloody pulp.
The sniper hidden in the shadows struck, and a 12mm sniper bullet shattered one of his arms.
Yang Jinxin stared in disbelief at his missing arm, then let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"The police are here! Brothers, grab your weapons!" Wu Baoshan roared hoarsely.
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