123: Chapter 123 Get out, or die

Han Ming turned around and saw a young man in his early twenties walking over with long strides.

He was dressed in a golden robe with a decent enough face, but his eyes were murky, and the dark circles under them made it obvious that he was a man of excessive debauchery.

Behind him followed four attendants in black, each possessing a formidable Aura; they were all Martial King experts, and the leader among them was even at the Peak of the Martial King realm.

The young man scanned Ji Lingyue with unscrupulous eyes, his gaze filled with greedy desire.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful." The young man licked his lips and rubbed his hands together as he walked toward Ji Lingyue. "I've lived for twenty-five years, and this is the first time I've ever seen such a beautiful woman."

Then, looking at Han Ming standing to the side, he said haughtily, "Kid, you're in luck. If you're smart, leave this woman behind. If I'm in a good mood, I might even reward you with some money."

Before Han Ming could speak, the people around them had already started whispering.

"It's over; that girl has been targeted by Wang Shaobo."

"Isn't that right? This Wang Shaobo has harmed many women in Jiangzhou. I heard that a few days ago, he even snatched away a woman who had just gotten married, and her husband was beaten to death."

"That young man is also unlucky. To bring such a beautiful woman out without any disguise—now he's done for. Not only will he lose the woman, but it's doubtful he'll even keep his life."

"That's hard to say. Those two flew here. Such young Martial Kings might have some background, right?"

"A Martial King is nothing in front of the Wang Family. Even if they have a background, can it be stronger than the Wang Family? The Wang Family has a Martial Venerable expert holding down the fort."

The gazes they directed at Han Ming were filled with sympathy, regret, pity, and some even held a hint of schadenfreude.

Han Ming frowned slightly; he had heard the whispers around him.

The Wang Family was one of the top powers in Jiangzhou Base City, with a Peak Martial Venerable expert sitting in power. They had operated in Jiangzhou for hundreds of years, and their influence was deeply rooted.

The young man before him was a young master of the Wang Family, a notorious lecher who had ruined countless innocent women.

Han Ming felt speechless; he couldn't believe he had encountered such a cliché plot. It seemed that no world was lacking in such idiots.

"Haha... you're smart."

Seeing that Han Ming didn't speak, Wang Shaobo thought he was afraid and laughed triumphantly.

He looked at Ji Lingyue with burning eyes; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, bar none.

He impatiently stepped forward and reached out to grab Ji Lingyue's wrist.

A cold glint flashed in Ji Lingyue's eyes, but since Han Ming hadn't given an order, she did not move.

"Roll, or die!"

Han Ming lifted his eyelids slightly, gave him a faint glance, and said coldly.

Wang Shaobo's hand froze in mid-air, the lecherous grin on his face solidifying.

It was as if he had heard an incredible joke; he tilted his head to look at Han Ming and then threw his head back in laughter.

The four Martial King guards behind him laughed along, their laughter filled with mockery and disdain.

"Interesting. You are the first person on Jiangzhou territory who has dared to speak to this young master like that."

Wang Shaobo laughed until he had enough, then his expression turned cold. "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you one last chance. Kneel down, kowtow three times, and hand this woman over to me, and I'll spare your life. Otherwise—"

"Noisy."

Han Ming couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. With a wave of his hand, a silver light flashed, and the hand Wang Shaobo had just reached toward Ji Lingyue was severed instantly at the root.

It was fast, far too fast. The four Martial King guards behind him hadn't even had time to react before his arm fell to the ground.

"Ah... my hand, my hand!"

Wang Shaobo clutched his severed arm, stumbling backward with an expression of disbelief, his face twisted in pain.

He was the young master of the Jiangzhou Wang Family; who would dare to cripple his arm?

"Young Master!"

The four guards reacted at this moment, their expressions changing drastically.

Two of them rushed forward to support Wang Shaobo, while one picked up the severed hand from the ground. The leader, at the Peak of the Martial King realm, locked his Aura tightly onto Han Ming, his face incredibly gloomy.

"Kid, you're courting death. Daring to hurt our Young Master—no matter who you are, no one can save you today."

"Kill him! Kill him for me!" Wang Shaobo clutched his severed arm, his face twisted and his eyes full of resentment. "I want to tear him into ten thousand pieces! And that woman, catch her alive. I want to make her wish she were dead!"

The other two Martial King guards stepped forward simultaneously, their three Martial King-level Auras pressing down on Han Ming like three massive mountains.

The crowd watching the spectacle was forced to retreat repeatedly by this pressure, many of them turning pale and their legs trembling.

"This kid is crazy! To dare move against someone from the Wang Family on Jiangzhou territory, and even cut off one of Wang Shaobo's hands!"

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, but it's a pity he's likely going to lose his life here today."

"Three Martial Kings attacking at once, and one of them is at the Peak of the Martial King realm. Even if he is a Martial King, he's finished."

Han Ming ignored the crowd's discussion and remained motionless under the pressure of the Martial Kings; he was already growing impatient.

He turned to look at Ji Lingyue. "Kill them all!"

Since you didn't take the chance I gave you, then go to hell!

It was just as well to rid the people of a scourge; listening to the crowd's comments, this Wang Shaobo was clearly no good.

"Yes, Young Master."

Hearing this, Ji Lingyue's eyes lit up. She had long wanted to kill these people. Daring to look at her with such eyes?

It was simply courting death.

"Boom—"

An Aura of a 9th-Rank Demon Emperor soared into the sky from Ji Lingyue's body, and those Martial King Auras were instantly crushed.

"Pfft!" The men instantly spat out mouthfuls of blood and were sent flying backward by the shockwave.

"Ho... how is this possible? It, it's actually a 9th-Rank Demon Emperor?"

The leading Martial King Peak guard struggled to climb up, his face deathly pale, and he screamed in disbelief as he looked at Ji Lingyue, who had revealed her seven tails.

"A Demon Emperor, that woman is actually a Demon Emperor?"

"Look at her tails, it's actually a Seven-Tailed Silver Fox. No wonder she's so beautiful."

"How dare a Yao Beast come to our human Base City?"

The onlookers were also stunned to see Ji Lingyue reveal her Yao Race form.

"Hmm? Is this the Aura of a Demon Emperor?"

Inside Jiangzhou Base City, many experts looked up one after another, gazing toward the outside of the city.

A Demon Emperor expert had actually come to their Jiangzhou Base City?

Instantly, many experts rose into the air and flew toward the outside of the city.

Among them, besides some official personnel from the Martial Arts Alliance and the Supervision Bureau, there were also experts from various Families.

Ji Lingyue did not waste words. Her seven silver-white fox tails unfurled behind her, silver-white Yao power gathered in her palm, and she struck out with a palm.

The Peak Martial King guard bore the brunt of the attack; he didn't even have time to scream before he was struck into a mist of blood by the silver-white palm print.

The remaining three Martial King guards' expressions changed drastically, and they turned to run.

But could they escape?

Ji Lingyue waved her hand, and three silver-white Saber Qi broke through space, instantly appearing behind the men and slicing them in half. Their corpses fell from the air.

This was none other than Ji Lingyue's innate skill—Silver Moon Slash.

Four Martial King experts, killed instantly.

Wang Shaobo slumped on the ground, his severed arm still bleeding, his face as pale as paper.

He looked at Ji Lingyue, his eyes filled with terror. "You... you can't kill me! My grandfather is a Martial Venerable! If you kill me, the Wang Family will not let you go!"

Ji Lingyue looked at Han Ming, and Han Ming nodded slightly. Ji Lingyue raised her hand and struck Wang Shaobo on the top of his head. Wang Shaobo's eyes widened, and his body slumped limply to the ground, motionless.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Everyone widened their eyes, watching this scene in disbelief.

Wang Shaobo, dead? The young master of the Jiangzhou Wang Family, just died like that?

"He's crazy, he's crazy! He actually dared to kill Wang Shaobo! The Wang Family will not let this go!"

"So what if that woman is a Demon Emperor? The Wang Family has a Peak Martial Venerable Old Ancestor holding down the fort! No matter how strong a Demon Emperor is, can they be stronger than a Martial Venerable?"

"Hurry, hurry, stop watching. The Wang Family's people will be here soon; later, you won't be able to leave if you want to!"

In an instant, more than half of the onlookers disappeared.

"Have they arrived? A bit faster than I imagined."

Han Ming ignored those people and looked up toward the direction of Jiangzhou Base City.

In his perception, several powerful Divine Thoughts had already swept toward him, at least at the Martial Venerable level.

At the same time, over a dozen powerful Auras were rapidly approaching them from the Base City.

He knew it; the appearance of a Demon Emperor would definitely attract the attention of the Base City's high-level officials.