35: Kill if you want

He could even hear the sound of the sweat droplets shattering as they hit the ground.

The group behind him didn't dare to breathe.

The same pressure was weighing on them as well.

Even the onlookers felt a hint of pressure.

They felt that death was slowly closing in on Zhong Mingyi.

Zhong Yueshan, who was always helping others, was now standing idly by.

He had no intention of helping his own son.

The people around watched him strangely, wondering what on earth he was thinking.

When others were in trouble, he would help; when his son was in trouble, he chose to stand by and watch.

Is this what a father should do?

"Our ages should be about the same."

"Instead of properly improving your strength, you spend every day thinking of schemes to deal with others."

"Truly, a tiger father has a dog of a son."

With that last sentence, Yang Yi mocked Zhong Mingyi mercilessly.

Zhong Mingyi gritted his teeth, his lips trembled, and he spat out a sentence.

"My affairs are none of your business."

"Are you not afraid of death?"

Yang Yi suddenly placed the Seven Injury Divine Sword on his shoulder.

Although it was still some distance from his neck, the icy chill had already seeped down his neck and through his entire body.

Zhong Mingyi swallowed, staring with eyes that were slightly trembling.

"Kill if you want to kill. Stop talking nonsense."

"You know I won't kill you."

Yang Yi's single sentence instantly eased the tense atmosphere in the surroundings.

Zhong Yueshan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhong Mingyi was overjoyed inside, but his Face showed no fear, and his body stopped shaking.

"You don't need to worry about my father. I am me, and he is he."

"If you want to kill me, then just do it."

"My father is a man of great compassion. If his son dies, he won't blame you."

This sentence carried some resentment towards his father.

He lifted his neck, looking as if he were inviting Yang Yi to kill him.

Deep down, he was more or less afraid; if Yang Yi actually swung the sword, he would be done for.

Yang Yi took the Seven Injury Divine Sword off his shoulder and shook his head coldly.

"I won't kill you, but I will give you a small lesson."

Just as Zhong Mingyi was stunned, Yang Yi suddenly swung the Seven Killing Divine Sword.

The sword passed over Zhong Mingyi's head, cutting off the hair on the top of his head evenly.

Zhong Mingyi went limp and sat on the ground.

Just a moment ago, with a flash of the sword, he felt a chill coming from the top of his head.

The people around, seeing Zhong Mingyi's disheveled appearance and his strange hairstyle after having the hair on top of his head shaved off by Yang Yi, couldn't help but laugh.

Feeling deeply humiliated, Zhong Mingyi gripped the ground tightly with both hands, gouging out a few finger-sized holes in the ground.

Yang Yi didn't pay any more attention to Zhong Mingyi and looked at the crowd behind him, saying coldly, "Is there anyone else from Dragon Tiger City who wants to kill me?"

The surroundings were silent; no one dared to speak, and they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

Yang Yi asked again, "Is there anyone else from the Han Family who wants to kill me?"

The few surviving Elders of the Han Family wished they could find a place to hide, keeping their heads down and not daring to meet Yang Yi's gaze.

"What about the people from Opening Heaven Gate?" Yang Yi asked again.

The few people from Opening Heaven Gate glared at him, but no one dared to clash with Yang Yi again.

"What about the Zhang family?"

When Yang Yi asked, he specifically scanned the crowd, hoping to find more people from the Zhang family and kill them.

However, he found that apart from that Middle-aged man, there didn't seem to be any other Zhang family members.

To confirm his guess, Yang Yi asked, "Did only one person from the Zhang family come?"

Zhong Mingyi sat on the ground and said viciously, "I thought one person would be enough to kill you."

Yang Yi laughed, "Release my people."

Zhong Mingyi scrambled up from the ground, not bothering to clean the dust off his body, and with a cold Face, went to the secret chamber in the backyard of Huichun Hall.

Inside the secret chamber, Yang Ming and the others were imprisoned.

For the past few days, Yang Ming and the others hadn't suffered much; other than not being able to go out and the sleeping arrangements being poor, the food and drink were actually quite good.

Because they hadn't been able to exercise for the past few days, they had actually gained quite a bit of weight, and their complexions were extremely rosy.

Seeing Zhong Mingyi arrive, one of the Yang family members immediately stood up from the straw mat.

"Hurry up and release us. Otherwise, once Yang Yi finds out about this, he will definitely turn your Dragon Tiger City upside down."

In the past, facing the arrogance of the Yang family members, Zhong Mingyi would have definitely mocked them.

But now he had no strength to refute them and had to admit that Yang Yi was absolutely someone not to be trifled with in Dragon Tiger City.

He didn't want to have any more disputes with Yang Yi now; after all, his father was already on Yang Yi's side, let alone him.

"Yes, yes, yes, Yang Yi is powerful, I will release you."

As he spoke, amidst the confused and stunned expressions of the Yang family members, he opened the cell and made a gesture of invitation to them.

"Gentlemen, please go out."

Seeing Zhong Mingyi's attitude, the Yang family members were actually afraid to leave, thinking Zhong Mingyi was toying with them.

Yang Ming noticed something unusual about Zhong Mingyi. Seeing that there was still a lot of dust on his body, his mind stirred slightly, and he guessed that Yang Yi might have subdued Zhong Mingyi.

He didn't mock him but instead cupped his hands to Zhong Mingyi to express his thanks and led the Yang family members out of the dungeon.

Zhong Mingyi didn't follow them back; he really couldn't afford to lose that much Face and didn't want to see the mockery of the people around him.

While Yang Yi was waiting for Yang Ming and the others, he saw that the people behind Zhong Mingyi hadn't left yet, standing there like wooden posts. He mocked them, "If there's nothing else, leave. My Seven Injury Divine Sword does not kill trash."

Everyone gritted their teeth secretly and slunk away, not one of them daring to talk nonsense.

They knew Yang Yi killed without blinking; saying one more word or taking one extra breath might result in being killed by Yang Yi.

As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about firewood.

Not long after they left, Yang Ming brought the Yang family members over.

The moment they saw Yang Yi, the few Yang family members almost burst into tears. One of them fell to his knees in front of Yang Yi with a thud, grabbed Yang Yi's thigh with both hands, and wept bitterly.

"Clan Leader, you must seek justice for us. They are truly bastards, actually detaining us in the prison and beating and scolding us."

"You all look radiant; it seems you're doing quite well."

Yang Yi said casually, not intending to dwell on this matter.

Out of respect for Zhong Yueshan's Face, he felt it was best to end things here.

Yang Ming also felt that this matter shouldn't be blown out of proportion. He could also see that this matter was entirely planned by Zhong Mingyi alone and had nothing to do with Dragon Tiger City.

The Yang family had experienced several major battles and was currently in a period of lying low; it was not advisable to have conflicts with other cities.

Moreover, Opening Heaven Gate, the Han Family, and the Zhang family were still eyeing them covetously.

Every additional enemy was one more sword that could kill oneself.