A crisp sound suddenly rang out, then it seemed that the empty-handed Ye Xunhuan suddenly had a sharp sword in his hand.
Under the sunlight, the sword emitted a dazzling cold brilliance, as if it weren't a mere sword, but the scythe of death!
As soon as the word "die" was uttered, the sharp sword in Ye Xunhuan's hand immediately swung out.
At this moment, all the murderous intent in Ye Xunhuan's body seemed to condense on the sword in his hand, causing the sword to shine brilliantly as it slashed down!
When Ye Xunhuan slashed the sword down, a cyan blade of light more than five feet long suddenly appeared in mid-air, accompanied by the thunderous sound of breaking through the air, hurtling down upon Yan Jinglin's head with unstoppable force!
Because the light blade was too violent and domineering, and over five feet long, its majestic aura spread in all directions. The sword wind swept through like a tornado, immediately lifting the dust and leaves from the ground. The flowers and grass beside it seemed to be under a massive storm, swaying madly before being destroyed by the terrifying shockwave!
At the moment the cyan blade slashed down, everyone in front of it was split in two, and a huge crack even appeared on the ground!
The cyan blade directly split Yan Jinglin's body.
The fleeing Yan Jinglin seemed to have encountered a ferocious beast and was promptly torn in two, causing a rain of blood to spray into the sky!
Upon seeing Ye Xunhuan using Sword Qi to slice his son in two, Yan Zhengrong immediately let out a hysterical shout: "Jinglin..."
At this moment, Yan Zhengrong's wrinkled face twisted completely, a look of sorrow and rage spreading over his whole body, as if he had aged decades in an instant!
After killing Yan Jinglin with one stroke, the sword in Ye Xunhuan's hand immediately disappeared, as he sneered coldly: "You're not qualified to escape from my hands!"
After saying that, Ye Xunhuan turned to leave.
He came here to kill Yan Jinglin, and now that Yan Jinglin had been sliced in two, there was no need for him to stay.
As for Yan Zhengrong, Ye Xunhuan wanted to kill him too, but he knew that the old man wasn't easy to kill, and killing him would indeed entangle him in a heap of troubles.
So, Ye Xunhuan temporarily spared Yan Zhengrong.
If Yan Zhengrong had the sense, he could die of old age. If not, he'd have to die early!
Just as Ye Xunhuan turned around, Yan Zhengrong abruptly turned his gaze onto Ye Xunhuan, like a bloodthirsty beast, with evident malice and murderous intent in his eyes!
"Ye Xunhuan..." Yan Zhengrong roared at the top of his lungs.
Hearing Yan Zhengrong call for him, Ye Xunhuan's footsteps slowly stalled, and he turned back, focusing his gaze on the vengeful Yan Zhengrong: "What, you want revenge?"
"Ye Xunhuan, you killed my son. I won't let this go!" Yan Zhengrong roared like a lion with its mane standing, his eyes blood-red, his voice hoarse and low.
Ye Xunhuan sneered: "Yan Zhengrong, if I were you, I wouldn't make such declarations at this time, for you're provoking me!"
"So what if I provoke you?"
"I was thinking, if you knew your place, you might die of old age, but now it seems you really don't know your place!" Ye Xunhuan said coldly, "My principle for those who don't know their place is to kill!"
As he spoke, the murderous intent still lingering around Ye Xunhuan surged towards Yan Zhengrong!
Facing Ye Xunhuan's formidable and sinister murderous intent, Yan Zhengrong showed no fear, standing his ground, glaring at Ye Xunhuan: "Do you dare kill me?"
"Do you think there's anything in this world I wouldn't dare do?" Ye Xunhuan snorted coldly.
"Then try killing me!"
"If you want to die, I'll oblige you!"
With that, Ye Xunhuan moved, his entire figure ghost-like, sweeping over before Yan Zhengrong, his right hand like a steel claw swiftly reaching for Yan Zhengrong's throat.
At that moment, a sudden voice rang out: "Stop, you wicked one!"
Next, a black light shot towards Ye Xunhuan like a meteor.
Ye Xunhuan dodged instinctively.
Just as Ye Xunhuan dodged, a flickering figure appeared in front of Yan Zhengrong and pushed him aside to the ground!
Ye Xunhuan saw the newcomer clearly.
The newcomer wore a Chinese tunic suit, looking about fifty years old, his hair neatly groomed, exuding a spirit of unyielding pride and resilience.
Ye Xunhuan's face fell upon seeing the newcomer: "You're going to stop me?"
"Ye Xunhuan, enough!" The man barked, "You've killed enough; it's time to stop."
"What if I insist on killing?"
"You'll have to kill me first!" the man said heavily.
"So you're set on opposing me today," Ye Xunhuan's face grew even colder.
"You've already killed Yan Jinglin, your enemy is dead, and Ye Lao hasn't done anything to you..."
"I prefer to nip all dangers in the bud!" Ye Xunhuan said seriously, "Plus, I gave him a chance. He chose death, I merely fulfilled his wish!"
"Ye Xunhuan, be warned, I can turn a blind eye to you, but don't go too far, don't test our limits!" the man said icily, "Or I'll expel you from Huaxia; try stepping foot here again, and you'll be executed!"
"You can try and see if I have the skill to do it," the man interrupted Ye Xunhuan.
At that moment, hurried and anxious footsteps sounded from outside the door.
Next, a woman in tight-fitting clothes, her long hair draped over her shoulders, walked in, looking about twenty-eight years old.
The woman gasped at the sight before her, a panic showing on her stunningly fair face.
Seeing Ye Xunhuan and Dragon Head in a tense standoff, her panic increased.
The woman quickly stepped up to Ye Xunhuan: "Xunhuan, stop, don't make a move, listen to Dragon Head..."
Ye Xunhuan glanced at the woman and then slowly fixed his gaze on Dragon Head: "You're clever, sending Qingcheng to stop me..."
"Ye Xunhuan, turn around and leave now, and I'll pretend nothing happened," Dragon Head said solemnly, "Otherwise, a fight between us today will be inevitable!"