Seeing the appearance of this middle-aged man, a group of boys suddenly became happy, they were saved!
The younger brother who was choked by Ye Qinghuan also showed a hint of joy. Senior Liu Yang came out and he didn't have to die.
stop?
Ye Qinghuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes were as cold as before, and he suddenly exerted force with his hand. Instead of strangling the little brother to death, he directly tore his head off.
That's right, he tore his head from his neck forcefully.
On this man's head, there was a smile as he saw Liu Yang's appearance.
In an instant, blood spurted out from the man's neck like a fountain.
"ah!"
Everyone was frightened and almost lost the courage to scream.
They had killed many people and had many lives on their hands, but they had never seen anything like this, where they directly tore off people's heads.
"This is the devil, the god of death, the devil from hell."
Someone cried out loudly.
These younger brothers wanted to escape, but did not have the strength to escape. They were all enveloped in Ye Qinghuan's killing intent.
"How brave!"
Liu Yang stood at the door and shouted angrily.
He is a warrior, so he is not as afraid as these younger brothers.
Ye Qinghuan threw the head aside, then looked directly at Liu Yang, and actually showed a smile.
"Don't be anxious, I'll let you enjoy it slowly." Ye Qinghuan said calmly.
"Hmph, do you think you are invincible after killing a few ordinary people? Do you really think I am not afraid of you? You killed my junior brother Yuan Hao, and I will avenge him today!"
Liu Yang snorted coldly and glared at Ye Qinghuan.
"You talk too much"
Following Ye Qinghuan's calm words, an iron nail was shot out and shot directly through Liu Chao's arm.
"You!" Liu Yang was shocked. He didn't expect Ye Qinghuan's nails to be so fast, and he couldn't react at all.
At this moment, he understood that he was no match for Ye Qinghuan.
"Do you know, my master——"
Liu Yang hurriedly shouted, preparing to move out his master Luo Jiuya to threaten Ye Qinghuan.
"Uh-huh."
Another iron nail shot through one of his arms.
Liu Yang didn't know much anymore, he turned around and was about to run away.
Ye Qinghuan sneered and quietly shot another iron nail through the knee of one of Liu Yang's legs, causing Liu Yang to kneel on the ground.
"ah!"
Liu Yang shouted. Ye Qinghuan turned a deaf ear and shot out another iron nail, piercing all of Liu Yang's limbs.
"If you want to kill me or chop me into pieces, give me a happy one, don't torture me like this." Liu Yang shouted.
Ye Qinghuan chuckled, his eyes full of indifference.
"From the moment you killed Yu Lianxiong, it was destined that death would become your greatest luxury."
Ye Qinghuan slowly approached Liu Yang. At this moment, his limbs were completely disabled and he was lying limply on the ground.
Ye Qinghuan stepped on Liu Yang, put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at Liu Yang.
"I, my master is Luo Jiuya. If you kill me, he will definitely seek revenge on you. My master is also a high-level martial arts king. If he wants to assassinate you, you will not be able to escape. As long as you let me go, I promise
I will never pursue it again.”
Liu Yang yelled crazily.
He felt infinite regret at this moment, why he had to meddle in other people's business and come to avenge Yuan Hao.
Why did he kill Yu Lianxiong? He was obviously evenly matched with that one and he should have retreated. It was these fools from the Hong Gang who went after those two people, which made Yu Lianxiong confused and he found an opportunity to kill him.
There is only infinite bitterness in his heart now.
"King Wu, I am no longer." Ye Qinghuan said softly.
After leaving Western Sichuan, Ye Qinghuan, who had recovered from his serious injury, had already broken through the barrier of the Martial King and entered the realm of the Junior Martial King.
"What! Are you the Martial Emperor?" Liu Yang shouted, "The Martial Emperor, this is his master's lifelong dream!"
It can even be said to be the pursuit of all warriors in the world.
Liu Yang felt extremely bitter in his heart. What kind of monster had he provoked? Such a young man was already a Martial Emperor.
Why should I seek revenge against such a genius monster?
Liu Yang was devastated for a moment. If he was really the Emperor Wu, his master would probably die in his hands if he came to seek revenge.
Liu Yang was desperate. He seemed to have seen the future of the Hong Gang, which had been passed down for hundreds of years, destroyed in the hands of this young man.
Liu Yang moved his mouth and wanted to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but Ye Qinghuan stepped on his face.
"You can't die without my permission."
Ye Qinghuan's foot suddenly exerted force, Liu Yangzhen's face became distorted, and his teeth were knocked out by Ye Qinghuan.
Seeing that Liu Yang could no longer commit suicide, Ye Qinghuan let go of his feet.
Ye Qinghuan couldn't stand Liu Yang's pain at all, so he glanced at these younger brothers. Then he pointed at the nearest younger brother and said:
"Come up here! Cut off all his limbs with a knife!"
The younger brother was startled and said tremblingly: "I, I don't dare, he is -"
"I don't need you anymore."
Before the man finished speaking, Ye Qinghuan interrupted him. A fireball was thrown by Ye Qinghuan, and in an instant, the man turned into ashes.
Seeing this scene, everyone was so frightened that they could not speak. Some of the more timid ones were so frightened that they peed themselves.
Ye Qinghuan glanced at the next person.
"I, I will come, I will cut off his limbs."
Before Ye Qinghuan could say anything, the man ran up to him, took out his dagger and slashed at Liu Yang.
"Sorry, I haven't called you yet."
Ye Qinghuan used another fireball and threw it casually. In an instant, the man also burned, and after a while, he also turned into ashes.
"You must obey my command."
Ye Qinghuan smiled lightly, and this smile turned into a devil in everyone's eyes.
They were afraid, too afraid. They were all ruthless people who had killed people.
But compared to this God of Death, he is nothing. This man is a demon from the Nine Nether Hell, a cold-blooded God of Death!
Ye Qinghuan pointed his finger at one person, it was their scar-faced boss.
"You!" Ye Qinghuan still smiled, "Do you know what to do?"
"I know, I know."
Scarface had already lost the prestige of the boss at this moment, so he didn't dare to delay for a moment, took out his dagger, rushed forward, and swung it at Liu Yang.
Scarface was holding a Swiss Army Knife. Although it was sharp, it could cut Liu Yang's arm all at once.
Scarface did not dare to pause at all. He took the dagger and continued to chop at Liu Yang's arm.
"ah!"
Liu Yang's screams could be heard in the yard, making the hearts of all the boys below tremble. This was the cruelest scene they had ever seen in their lives.
Only Ye Qinghuan's expression was calm, but he actually walked forward. All the younger brothers were frightened out of their wits and quickly got out of the way.
Ye Qinghuan ignored them, just found a stool and sat down, and then began to close her eyes and meditate, as if the cruel scene present had nothing to do with her.
At this time, one of the younger brothers finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to escape secretly.
The moment he turned around, there was already a bloody hole in his head. No one saw how it happened.