86: kill!

Zhao Yi was absolutely convinced.

Facing the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, Ye Chen had no chance of winning.

Therefore, he wanted to regain the upper hand and deliver the harshest words.

He wanted Ye Chen to understand that no matter how strong Ye Chen was, he couldn't shake the Zhao Family's foundation in Fujian Province!

However.

Unexpectedly... Ye Chen simply replied with three cold words: “Go to hell!”

The smile on Zhao Yi's face instantly froze, turning into a sickly green pallor.

“You... what did you say?!”

Ye Chen picked his ear, looking innocent.

“Going deaf so young? That's quite a serious illness!”

“Puffy face, dark circles under your eyes, weak footsteps...”

“Tsk, anyone can tell you've indulged too much and depleted your vital essence.”

“With a body like that, you still want to marry Bing Lan?”

“I'm afraid you'll drop dead on the floor on your wedding night.”

“You!!!” Zhao Yi trembled all over, pointing at Ye Chen, unable to squeeze out a coherent sentence for a long time.

Damn it!

Zhao Yi had dominated Provincial City. Which woman didn't actively throw herself at him? If he hadn't slept with a thousand women, it was certainly hundreds.

When had anyone ever openly insulted his capabilities like this?

Especially... right in front of the woman he desired!

“Kill him! Kill him for me right now!!!”

Zhao Yi completely lost it, his face twisted in rage as he shrieked at the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan behind him.

Seven sinister shadows moved instantly in response!

The first to strike was the fat Butcher holding the Pig-slaughtering Knife.

He still wore a smile, but his body charged forward at an unbelievable speed, the Pig-slaughtering Knife in his hand slicing through the air, aiming a horizontal cut at Ye Chen's waist and abdomen!

The blade wind was foul and cold even before it arrived!

Almost simultaneously, the Cat-Holding Old Woman let out a sinister cackle, raising her withered hand. The Black Cat shrieked and leaped out, aiming straight for Ye Chen's face, its claws glowing dark blue, laced with deadly poison!

The other freaks also moved at the same moment!

The joint attack of the seven was like a fierce storm, sealing off all of Ye Chen's escape routes!

Li Qin screamed in fright, clutching Bing Lan's arm tightly.

Bing Lan's pretty face was taut, her beautiful eyes fixed on the scene, her palms already slick with cold sweat.

Any single one of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan looked eerie and dangerous; their combined force was terrifying!

Ye Chen... could he stop them?

Looking at this scene, Ye Chen curled his lip in disdain.

“All flash, no substance.”

He deployed the Tiangang Step beneath his feet, his figure moving like a phantom, darting through the gaps between blade light, claw shadows, iron crutches, bamboo poles, and copper coins.

The Black Cat missed.

The Pig-slaughtering Knife slashed empty air, the resulting blast of wind cutting a nearby potted plant in half!

Immediately afterward.

The Cripple's iron crutch, the Blind Man's bamboo pole, and the Lunatic's copper coins all missed!

Just as the seven exhausted their old strength and before their new strength could manifest... Ye Chen flashed, appearing directly in front of the Butcher, and smashed a punch into his massive abdomen!

“Bang!!!”

A dull thud sounded like a war drum!

The Butcher's two-hundred-pound body was knocked off its feet by the punch, flying backward like an over-inflated ball until it slammed into the courtyard wall!

“Waaah—!”

He spat out a mouthful of foul matter mixed with food remnants, the Pig-slaughtering Knife flew from his grasp, and he slid down the wall, collapsing limply onto the ground, only able to moan faintly.

One punch, one freak incapacitated!

Ye Chen didn't stop, sidestepping the Poison Cat's renewed pounce and flicking its neck with two fingers.

The Black Cat let out a miserable yowl, its fur standing on end, then softly dropped to the ground, unable to move.

Seeing this, the Old Woman let out a shrill scream.

“You stinking brat! How dare you touch my treasure!”

Her ten fingers sprouted long, black nails, and she frantically clawed toward Ye Chen's face!

Ye Chen neither dodged nor avoided, extending his right hand to firmly grasp both her wrists and twist them inward!

“Crack!!”

A bone-shattering sound that made one's teeth ache rang out!

“Ah—!”

The Old Woman wailed miserably, her black nails instantly drooping limply.

Ye Chen took the opportunity to kick her flying, sending her crashing into the outdoor tables and chairs nearby.

Two freaks were neutralized!

Ignoring the miserable state of those on the ground, Ye Chen surged into the remaining few.

The next second.

No one saw clearly what happened; they only saw several figures sent tumbling away.

Then, a tragic scene unfolded... The Cripple's iron crutch was snapped in two, and he himself was rolling on the ground, clutching his twisted right leg.

The Blind Man's bamboo pole was crushed, and he was now clutching his chest and coughing, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The Lunatic was disheveled, his copper coins scattered across the ground, sitting dazedly, seemingly still processing what had happened.

The pale-faced man holding the surgical knife was struck by Ye Chen's elbow to the jaw and instantly knocked unconscious.

What terrified Zhao Yi the most was the Ghost Old Man.

Seeing that the situation was dire, this old schemer, the instant Ye Chen finished off the sixth freak, turned and fled without hesitation!

His speed was a third faster than when he ran away during the day!

In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the night outside the villa, not even looking back!

Seven freaks combined?

Worthless!

Zhao Yi felt cold all over, a chill shooting up his spine to the top of his head.

He finally realized... he might have made an extremely serious mistake.

So serious... that he might lose his life right here!

“Young Master Zhao.”

Ye Chen shook his wrist and walked toward him step by step.

“Your Seven Freaks of Jiangnan aren't very resilient.”

“Now...”

“It's your turn.”

Every step was like stepping on Zhao Yi's heart.

The four Bodyguards were pale as paper, shielding Zhao Yi, but their arms couldn't stop shaking.

If even the Seven Freaks were down, what could they possibly do?

“You... what do you want to do?”

Zhao Yi's throat was dry, but he desperately tried to maintain his authority, “I am the Young Master of the Zhao Family! If you touch me, the Zhao Family will pursue you relentlessly! My grandfather, he...”

“What about your grandfather?”

Ye Chen interrupted him, stopping three steps in front of him, “Will he tear me into ten thousand pieces? Or wipe out my entire clan?”

He paused, then suddenly smiled.

“Too bad you probably won't live to see it.”

Before his words finished, Ye Chen's figure blurred!

The four Bodyguards only saw a flash before their eyes and instinctively moved to block him—

“Bang bang bang bang!”

Four dull thuds sounded almost simultaneously!

The four Bodyguards hadn't even touched the hem of Ye Chen's clothes when they felt sharp pain in their chests or abdomens. They were sent flying backward like kites with broken strings, crashing onto the lawn, unable to get up immediately.

Zhao Yi's pupils contracted sharply. Before he could react, a large hand had clamped around his neck, lifting him entirely into the air!

“Hoo... hoo...”

Zhao Yi's feet dangled off the ground. He desperately tried to pry Ye Chen's fingers away, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him like a tide, and his vision swam with black spots.

Fear, boundless fear, drowned him!

He was going to die!

This lunatic was genuinely going to kill him!

“Stop...”

Zhao Yi squeezed out broken sounds from his throat, his eyeballs bulging from congestion. “If you really dare to kill me... the Zhao Family will hunt you to the ends of the earth...”

“The ends of the earth?” Ye Chen narrowed his eyes. “Tell your grandfather, if he's capable, to chase you down to the Underworld to back you up.”

“Crack—!”

A crisp, scalp-numbing sound of bone breaking exploded in the silent courtyard!

Zhao Yi's threats ceased abruptly. His head tilted to the side at a grotesque angle, the fear and unwillingness in his pupils fixed in death.

Ye Chen released his grip.

Zhao Yi's body collapsed limply onto the ground like a broken sack, devoid of life.

Dead silence.

Absolute dead silence.

The Bodyguards struggling to get up froze in place, their faces devoid of color.

The members of the Seven Freaks who hadn't passed out gasped in horror.

Bing Lan and Li Qin were also frozen where they stood.

He really killed him?

Ye Chen... really executed the Young Master of the Zhao Family on the spot?!

Ye Chen lowered his gaze, looking at the hand that had just choked out a life.

It was steady, without the slightest tremor.

This was the first time he had killed someone with his own hands.

But strangely, there were no great ripples in his heart, not even the fear he had anticipated.

But then again... in the vast memories of the Houtu Inheritance, there were too many fragments of mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and scenes of conquest and slaughter, enough to desensitize him to the concept of death in his subconscious.

It was as if he had simply done something that should have been done, and had to be done.

“You all.”

Ye Chen raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the entire scene.

“Take the body back.”

“Tell Zhao Tiangang—”

“Now he doesn't have to worry about his grandson failing to find a wife, nor does he need to bother preparing the betrothal gifts.”

“If anyone from the Zhao Family dares to set foot in Xiamen City again, or dares to harbor the slightest ill intention toward me or those around me...”

“Then it will be Zhao Tiangang's turn to have his neck snapped.”

When his voice fell silent, the courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A few seconds later.

“Go... hurry and go!”

The shriveled Old Woman was the first to react, stumbling toward the villa entrance.

The remaining members of the Seven Freaks woke up as if from a dream, enduring their pain to flee in disarray.

The four Bodyguards, utterly pale, frantically lifted Zhao Yi's corpse and stumbled out of the villa courtyard, disappearing into the night.