At such a close distance, Ye Xingchen's chances of success were virtually nonexistent.
Suddenly, his movements froze, and his hand could no longer move. The Hellfire Ball was poised to be unleashed in his palm, and he couldn't retract it.
"Ah..." Dongping Yizhi screamed in terror. Only he knew how serious the consequences would be if this palm strike hadn't landed.
"You reap what you sow." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, took a few steps back, and distanced himself from the man.
Boom... The fireball exploded, but Hellfire was not a spell that caused widespread damage.
But once it exploded, within a meter, gold melted and iron broke. Dongping Yizhi's entire head was charred, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face filled with horror.
"Ye Xingchen, you killed the young master of Yichuanliu. Yichuanliu will never let you go." Zhou Jin looked at everything in front of him in horror, his whole body cold.
What he feared was not that Ye Xingchen would cause him trouble, but that Dongping Yizhi would die because of him, and that their Zhou family would also suffer Yichuan Liu's wrath.
"I didn't kill him. He played with fire and burned himself to death." Ye Xingchen spread his hands: "Besides, this matter shouldn't get out."
"I won't say it, I won't." Zhou Jin suddenly realized what was going on and quickly tried to distance himself from the situation.
"Of course not, because the dead never speak." Ye Xingchen grinned.
"My master is one of the Three Heroes of Yinshan, my ancestors were a lineage of metaphysics, and my grandfather was also a master of metaphysics. Ye Xingchen, if you dare to touch me, you will not have a good end!" Zhou Jin screamed.
"Yes, you have the Three Heroes of Yinshan as your masters, and a crazy grandfather who is trying to gather the dragon vein of Yanjing to gain power for his Zhou family."
Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "But what does it matter? I've already killed Dongping Yizhi, why would I mind killing one more?"
"Please don't kill him, I beg you." Zhou Jin knelt down with a thud and pleaded desperately.
"Where are the Japanese? How many of them are there?" Ye Xingchen said calmly, "If you don't want to die, cooperate better."
"The Japanese are planning a second assassination attempt on you in an abandoned factory not far from the suburbs."
Zhou Jin, that good-for-nothing, blurted out everything: "But it was An Zhiguo who wanted to kill you, it has nothing to do with me. You killed his son, took his business, and made him bow down to you in public, that has nothing to do with me."
"Very good." Ye Xingchen nodded and waved his hand, "You can go now."
Zhou Jin hurriedly bowed his head to thank him and then rushed out.
Ye Xingchen pointed at his back in the air, then turned and left.
Zhou Jin, who was desperately fleeing, froze, as if a breath had entered his body.
But he couldn't care less about that now. He ran to his sports car, frantically stepped on the gas, and sped away on the empty road.
Suddenly, he groaned, feeling as if his heart was being stabbed.
Ye Xingchen's final finger strike penetrated the body with true energy, and a moment later, the true energy erupted, directly killing the guy.
The intense pain made Zhou Jin lose consciousness. He let go of the steering wheel, and whoosh, the car went out of control and crashed into the green belt on the side.
Boom... The car rolled several times, landing on the ground, and finally overturned. Zhou Jin's head popped out of the car window, and he was already lifeless.
In the suburbs, inside an abandoned factory.
Five Japanese men dressed in Onmyoji robes gathered together. One of them, a middle-aged man in a white robe, looked serious as he used the power of Tenga to calculate something.
The man in white robes was Oda, the martial uncle of Higashihisa Ichishi. Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, revealing a shocked expression.
"Let's go, let's go right now." Oda suddenly stood up. He had originally intended to use the power of the Eastern Heavenly Union to perform divination.
However, the result was extremely ominous.
"Oda-kun, what happened? Our mission is not yet complete. Ye Xingchen killed six of our colleagues. He must die."
A group of hot-blooded Onmyoji were still thinking about revenge, but little did they know that danger was approaching.
Just as Oda was about to speak, the tortoise shell he used for divination suddenly cracked open, and large amounts of blood gushed out from inside.
Oda stared at the tortoise shell, his face ashen: "Now... we can't leave."
"You should have been mentally prepared when you came to China," Ye Xingchen's voice came through.
"Who goes there? Set up the formation!" Several Onmyoji inside the room shouted.
They all spread their hands, and various star patterns appeared on their palms, instantly switching to a defensive stance.
The different patterns on their palms represent different spells, some defensive, some offensive, and some supportive.
However, in the face of absolute power, all of this is nothing but empty talk.
A figure flashed by, and Ye Xingchen appeared. He was extremely fast, almost leaving only a blur.
Ye Xingchen plunged into the midst of these Yin-Yang Masters, raised his right hand in the air, and the Crimson Sky sword burst forth with a sword light. With a clear shout, several sword energies condensed from the Crimson Sky sword in his hand and roared out in all directions.
*Pfft pfft pfft*, two Onmyoji fell down right then and there, while those Onmyoji who focused on defense were lucky enough to survive this wave.
However, Ye Xingchen didn't give them a chance to chant incantations or form hand seals. He thrust out his sword, piercing through the two Yin-Yang Masters. Then, with a turn of his sword, two more heads shot into the sky.
With a flick of his right hand, Chixiao vanished. He slowly turned around and saw that only Oda remained on the scene.
Oda looked at Ye Xingchen with trembling eyes. Suddenly, he quickly formed a hand seal and then opened his arms.
Dozens of fire rings appeared in mid-air. He took a step forward, entered one of the fire rings, and disappeared without a trace.
The spatial array consists of countless fire rings within a small area, each ring representing a space, allowing for free movement through these spatial portals.
Of course, this guy's strength is not up to the level of a great Onmyoji. No matter how many tricks he has, he can't escape this room.
Suddenly, Oda emerged from a ring of fire. With a wave of his wide Onmyoji sleeves, several ice spikes appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen struck out with his palm, and the ice spike landed on the ground.
After Oda released the ice spike, he plunged into a ring of fire and disappeared.
This guy is a cunning old fox; he doesn't want to fight, he's just wasting time here.
Suddenly, he emerged from the other side, waved his hand, and released a cloud of fire. After releasing it, he disappeared again.
"You really think you can outlast me?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. "Today I'll show you what celestial phenomena are."
Chixiao reappeared in his palm. He took a step forward, already at the level of the Formless Dust Realm. With a swift movement, Chixiao fell from his hand, and with a boom, a ring of fire disappeared.
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