Snap, ah...
Li Bo screamed in agony, the tearing pain making him feel like he was dying. He squeezed his legs together and struggled in agony.
After that, this guy lost all interest in women, let alone fertility; he became a complete eunuch.
Li Bo's vision went black and he collapsed to the ground, a scene that terrified Zhou Jin.
"Ye Xingchen, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Murder," Ye Xingchen uttered.
"I don't have that much of a grudge against you, please let me go," Zhou Jin practically begged.
I've dealt with Ye Xingchen before, and every time I did, I ended up getting beaten half to death.
This guy was originally a disciple of the Three Heroes of Yinshan. Although the Zhou family had declined, he was still doing quite well thanks to the support of his masters.
But he happened to encounter Ye Xingchen, an anomaly who didn't respect his sect at all.
"I can let you go, but you'll have to cooperate. I'm not here to cause you trouble today; I'm looking for the Japanese," Ye Xingchen said calmly.
“Okay, I’ll cooperate. He’ll be here soon. I’ll call and urge him.” Zhou Jin showed unusual cooperation.
He quickly took out his phone and urged Hiraichi Shiba in broken Japanese.
Ye Xingchen waited quietly on the side. As for Li Bo, he was kicked and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive, but one thing was certain: the guy's manhood was gone.
Soon, a short but lewd-looking young Japanese man arrived. His eyes were swollen, his steps were unsteady, and he looked like he had been drained of his body by wine and women.
Moreover, his face was unusually pale, suggesting that he was a Taoist who frequently dealt with spirits.
"Yoshi, Zhou Jin, we meet again. I heard you've prepared a lot of beautiful girls. Hehe, if you come to Japan that day, I'll definitely treat you to the best local specialties."
Dongping walked in laughing, rubbing his hands together, his eyes shining.
He was in China on a mission and couldn't do anything reckless. He had been itching to get out of there, so when Zhou Jin asked him to hang out today, he readily agreed.
When he saw Li Bo lying unconscious on the ground and Zhou Jin with a deathly pale face, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"What exactly is going on?" The smile on Higashihisa's face gradually disappeared.
"Young Master Dongping, this has nothing to do with me. I was forced into it." Zhou Jin was almost crying.
His grandfather knew the head of the Ikawa school of Taoism in Japan, which is why he invited him and instructed him to cultivate a good relationship with him.
But today, he messed things up, and their relationship with Ikawa Ryu will never exist again.
"You are Dongping Yizhi? Those Onmyoji who attacked me last night, were they from your Yichuan School?" Ye Xingchen stood up and smiled slightly.
"Ye Xingchen? Never heard of him." Dongping Yizhi's expression was somewhat puzzled.
He only knew that he had brought people to China to kill, but last night's mission seemed to have failed. Six Onmyoji had perished here, and his uncle was planning to report this matter back to Ikawa Ryu.
"Last night, I personally chopped off the heads of six Onmyoji. Don't tell me you don't know those Onmyoji and that they have nothing to do with you?" Ye Xingchen grinned, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"You killed our people?" Dongping stared at Ye Xingchen in fury.
"It seems so. An Zhiguo is really going all out, sending both foreign assassins and Japanese Onmyoji. It seems he's been pushed to the limit and is ready to bite back." Ye Xingchen smiled calmly: "But unfortunately, I'm not made of clay either."
"Baka! Every Onmyoji in the Ikawa school is a warrior." Higashihisa coldly looked at Ye Xingchen: "We were just thinking about how to kill you. Since you've delivered yourself to our doorstep today, then, spare your life."
Dongping Yizhi uttered a string of difficult-to-understand incantations, and with a grab of his hands, a long whip glowing with fire appeared in his hands.
He flicked his right hand, and with a snap, sparks flew from the end of the whip. Then, with a cold laugh, he lashed the whip at Ye Xingchen.
This guy is an Onmyoji, and he's even reached the basics, unlike Zhou Jin, that good-for-nothing who only uses the few talismans his sect gives him to scare people.
However, even a true Onmyoji has to behave respectfully in front of Ye Xingchen.
*Slap!* Ye Xingchen slapped Dong Pingyizhi across the face. Dong Pingyizhi stiffened and fell to the side with a thud.
He was slapped so hard that blood gushed from his mouth. He struggled to his feet, then clasped his hands together and vanished from the scene.
"Interesting." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, then suddenly slapped the air again.
*Snap*... Dongping Yizhi's figure reappeared in mid-air, holding a flaming dagger in his hand, still in an attacking stance.
However, Ye Xingchen's slap landed squarely on his pale face.
Dongping Yizhi covered her face, enduring the pain, and turned around.
Ye Xingchen turned around and threw a punch.
With a thud, Dongping, who had disappeared and circled behind him, let out a howl and staggered back a few steps, clutching his bleeding mouth.
He gritted his teeth,
Ye Xingchen suddenly kicked forward, and with a thud... Dongping, who had been standing there, was kicked several meters away this time. He knelt on the ground, clutching his lower abdomen and writhing in pain.
Of course, Ye Xingchen held back; otherwise, with his extraordinary strength and ability to kill across borders, he could have crippled Dongping with a single slap.
He knelt on the ground, his face contorted in pain, his whole body trembling. He gritted his teeth and looked at Ye Xingchen: "How...how did you find me?"
"Ichikawa School, is this all the tricks you have?" Ye Xingchen stepped forward and smiled slightly: "The Ichikawa School of the East, what a great reputation, the world reveres you as a god."
"Even the renowned Nine Chrysanthemums lineage is nothing more than your vassal. Your father is Higashihira Takuma, right? He was at least a person who could communicate with the gods. How come his son is a good-for-nothing?"
"Ye Xingchen, my uncle is a third-rank Yin-Yang Master. You'd better let me go and surrender obediently, otherwise, he..." As he said this, Dongping kept spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
Ye Xingchen didn't hold back with that last kick; the guy's entire body was shaken and displaced.
"What else can I do? Just tell me where he is, so I don't have to bother looking for them." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"He'll tear you to pieces, you'd better let me go." Dongping struggled, his hands behind his back, secretly drawing a symbol on the ground.
"I can let you go, but do you really think I don't know about these little tricks you've been up to behind my back?" Ye Xingchen raised an eyebrow.
"You..." Dongping's expression froze for a moment. He suddenly screamed and stretched out his hand, slapping Ye Xingchen with his palm.
Several fireballs appeared in his palm. These were the most basic hellfire techniques of the Japanese Onmyoji. Although their power was average, they were perfect for surprise attacks.
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