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Shrink to an Inch! Yuqi Tayan Technique!
Ye Tian was only a few meters away from Elder Zhang. At this moment, as the Yuqi Tayan Jue was unleashed, it seemed to break through the void and appeared before the latter in the blink of an eye.
Elder Zhang was startled; in his chaotic eyes, not only was Ye Tian's figure reflected, but also the surging blue electric light.
"Withered Heart Finger!"
With a roar, at this critical moment, Elder Zhang also struck with Ling Kong. Instantly, a strand of black energy coiled around his withered finger, meeting the electric light head-on.
Boom!
There was no loud sound as imagined; after a crisp muffled thud, both retreated a few steps, staring intently at each other.
A piercing pain surged from his palm, and a hint of surprise appeared on Ye Tian's face.
Looking at his raised hand, he saw a charred black spot had formed in the center of his palm from the clash with Elder Zhang.
"Indeed difficult to deal with; no wonder Brother Yang was defeated by him!" Ye Tian thought to himself in astonishment. "It seems that the strategy of capturing the leader first may not work..."
"How is it, young friend? Is my Withered Heart Finger still bearable?" Elder Zhang asked with an air of calmness, smiling at Ye Tian, wearing a mocking expression.
However, beneath his seemingly relaxed demeanor, his heart was actually filled with Turbulent Waves, shocked and alarmed!
After taking Ye Tian's Bagua Thunder Palm, Elder Zhang's fingers hidden in his wide sleeves trembled violently. Not only did he feel pain as if his bones were breaking, but he also experienced numbness and loss of control. Such a situation had never occurred even during his fierce battles with Cold Boyuan.
"Compared to the Cold Boyuan of the past, this Bagua Thunder Palm unleashed by him is significantly more powerful!" After marveling inwardly, the seemingly calm eyes of Elder Zhang emitted a cautious glimmer, closely observing every move of Ye Tian.
"Elder Zhang, impressive skills!"
"Truly worthy of the Withered Heart Ghost, Elder Zhang is indeed formidable!"
The group of burly men who had just been deceived by Ye Tian were now regaining their senses and began to flatter Elder Zhang.
It wasn't entirely flattery; after evaluating Ye Tian's swift strike, they all believed that if they were in his position, they would certainly not be able to evade such an attack.
"Heh heh!" Elder Zhang awkwardly curled his lips, smiling unnaturally.
However, this detail went unnoticed by others. The group of men had already convinced themselves that Elder Zhang would win, and thus they began to mock again.
"Elder Zhang, it would have been great if you had captured that girl yesterday; today we could have a perfect pair for a steamy session!"
"Haha, that's right! But I wonder if they are still Childless. If not, then it wouldn't be interesting at all."
"What do you mean it wouldn't be interesting? If they aren't, we can keep the guy tied up like a dog, heh heh, and the girl..."
"You bastard, why are you being so vague? Are you too embarrassed to say it?" A lewd-looking man pushed the previous speaker aside, stepping forward and glaring at Ye Tian, provocatively saying, "The girl can be stripped of her clothes, and our thirty-some brothers can each have a turn with her!"
Crack...
Faced with their filthy words, Ye Tian clenched his fists tightly, making cracking sounds as a heavy killing intent surged in his eyes.
Before coming here, having already saved Xiaoshuang, his hatred wasn't so intense. However, now that this group dared to insult Xiaoshuang without fear of death, the consequences...
"You, go die!"
Before the words even reached his ears, Ye Tian's figure had already appeared in front of the burly man, the icy intent in his eyes spreading out, sending chills down one's spine.
In the astonished gaze of the burly man, a fist shadow came crashing toward his face like a shooting star! Instinctively, the burly man crossed his arms to protect his face...
Crack!
The fist shadow shattered his arms and then crashed down mercilessly onto his head.
Bang!
With an explosion sound, blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.
This punch had actually blown the burly man's head apart!
Since all of this happened in the blink of an eye, some people hadn’t even had time to wipe the mocking smiles off their faces before they felt something salty splatter into their mouths...
Among those present, aside from Elder Zhang, no one could react in time. Even Elder Zhang, despite his experience, couldn't stop it in time.
After killing that man, the furious Ye Tian did not continue to harm anyone else but slowly swept his chilling gaze over everyone, his low and cold voice following: "You all, go die..."
Everyone's bodies trembled at this terrifying tone, and they involuntarily began to retreat.
Even Elder Zhang, a seasoned survivor who had danced on the edge of death for years, was momentarily stunned into silence by this hellish tone, frozen in place.
"The next one is you." Ye Tian slowly approached a tall guard with a long face.
The man stood at the back of the crowd, previously the most boisterous along with the large man who had just been killed by Ye Tian. However, now his Long Face was devoid of any color, his eyes filled with terror, and his body trembled uncontrollably, a wet patch forming beneath him.
The crowd involuntarily parted to create a path as Ye Tian slowly walked through, his murderous aura making those around him afraid to even breathe.
"What are you all standing there for? Kill him!" Withered Heart Ghost Zhang Sen, having seen many battles before, finally snapped back to reality after a moment of shock. Seeing the situation where they were at the mercy of another, he shouted urgently.
Upon hearing Zhang's shout, the crowd began to regain some clarity. However, facing Ye Tian, who seemed like a harbinger of hell, they merely gripped their knives tightly, exchanging glances but no one dared to make the first move.
"Ah! I'll fight you!"
In the end, the Long-Faced Man could no longer bear the mental pressure and was the first to swing his long knife at Ye Tian.
"Uh..."
The sharp blade stopped less than an inch from Ye Tian's head. The Long-Faced Man looked down in horror at the arm that had pierced through his chest. He wanted to say something but could not produce any sound; his lips moved a few times as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and then he fell backward onto the ground.
"This... this..." The people beside Long Face retreated in fear; witnessing the gruesome fate of the two men had stripped them of their will to resist.
"Damn it!" Zhang cursed as he snatched a long knife from a nearby guard and shouted as he charged forward.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
With swift movements, several figures collapsed to the ground.
"All of you get in there! Or this will be your fate!" Zhang pointed at the corpse with its head severed by him, his gaze fierce and cruel.
The crowd exchanged glances and saw despair reflected in each other's eyes. Whether they fought or not, death awaited them either way...
"Kill!"
Finally, someone could no longer withstand the immense psychological pressure and swung a knife at Ye Tian.
"Are you in a hurry?" Ye Tian glanced at the person and coldly replied, "But it's not your turn yet!"
Clang! Clang!
The sound of Thunderstorm echoed as Ye Tian's figure flickered, dodging the incoming long knife and striking another person with a palm.
That person let out a terrible scream as their limbs were severed and sent flying by the tremendous force of the Bagua Thunder Palm, exploding into a cloud of Blood Mist.
"What are you waiting for? What are you waiting for? What the hell are you waiting for!" Elder Zhang pushed and shouted. If this continued, wouldn't all thirty or so people be killed by Ye Tian in no time?
In response to Elder Zhang's reprimand, the scene fell silent.
Moments later...
"Kill them!"
"Run!"
"Fight back!"
"I don't want to die!"
The chaotic shouts erupted like popping beans. Some gritted their teeth and tightened their grip on their long knives, charging at Ye Tian in a desperate fight. Others turned to flee in despair, creating a scene of utter chaos.
"Run! You damn bastard, don't even think about escaping!"
A fierce glint flashed in Zhang Lao's eyes as he pointed at Ling Kong, sending a beam of black light towards a person who was crying out in fear while trying to flee.
In the crowd, Ye Tian shouted loudly, breaking through the throng. Just as the black light was about to strike the fleeing individual, he intercepted it.
The person froze for a moment, then fell to his knees with a thud, repeatedly banging his head on the ground and saying, "Thank you, benefactor, thank you..."
Everyone looked over in astonishment; they could not understand why Ye Tian would intervene to save him. After all, he had been one of the loudest voices just moments ago when they were cursing.
Ye Tian ignored the surprised gazes and did not extend a hand to help the man who was still bowing repeatedly. Instead, he calmly uttered a few words: "Your life is mine to take."
At these words, the kneeling man immediately raised his head, his face filled with confusion and trembling all over.
With calmness in his cold eyes, Thunder Palm came down without hesitation.
This time, there wasn't even a scream; the gruesome scene of a shattered skull and splattered blood played out once more!
"Ye Tian! You're being too ruthless!"
At this moment, even someone like Zhang Lao, who was used to killing, found it hard to watch. However, what he couldn't bear was not Ye Tian's act of killing but rather the psychological torment behind it!
Just as Ye Tian crushed that man's skull, Zhang Lao felt a layer of cold sweat break out all over him.
Because that scene had become indelible in his mind, and the protagonist within that scene had transformed into a seventy-year-old man with a somewhat withered face and a disabled left arm. He had just harmed the Cold Family's Second Miss. Who was that person...
Wasn't that himself?
"Ah!!! Kill him! Kill him!" Zhang Lao shouted hoarsely, genuinely terrified.
Zhang Lao had lost all sense of proportion, let alone the group of lower-tier individuals.
At this moment, everyone in the arena was silent, trembling like leaves in the wind, with only Zhang Lao's frenzied voice echoing continuously.
Suddenly, a clear yet icy voice pierced through, resonating distinctly in everyone's ears.
"The Dragon's Reverse Scale; touching it means death, and Cold Frost is my reverse scale!"
Clang!
The Steel Blade slipped from his hand as everyone exchanged glances, regret evident on their faces. They regretted volunteering for this operation for the sake of some wealth; they regretted even more having mocked and insulted Cold Frost just moments ago...
Ye Tian coldly scanned the crowd, his eyes showing no hint of sympathy for their regret. His thin lips slowly parted, as if delivering a judgment: "Therefore, you must die."
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