Outside the suburbs of Beihai City.
The Black Tiger Hall's headquarters.
Boss Bao sat in the living room, embracing a blonde beauty, listening to his subordinate's report.
"The five women and five children of the Lin family have all been captured. The children were left untouched, but the brothers beat up those five women until they all cried."
"Keep a close watch on them."
Bao Ye commanded with icy eyes.
"Oh, right, Ye Zixiao went to the wedding venue. I heard he carried a coffin and wreaths. I just don't understand, is Ye Zixiao really not afraid of death?"
"I understand, you may go."
"Yes!"
The subordinate turned and left.
Bao Ye narrowed his eyes, stroking the blonde beauty's thigh beside him, and murmured, "What exactly is this Ye Zixiao made of? Is he fearless, or does he have confidence?"
"Master, there's no need to worry."
The blonde beauty blinked her emerald green eyes and smiled, saying, "You have the Four Heavenly Kings and the Eight Diamond Kings, not to mention Feng Sandao is here. Who in this world can defeat him!"
"Feng Sandao is old!"
"The older he is, the tougher he gets!"
As she spoke, the blonde beauty stood up, walked in front of Bao Ye in her high heels, revealed a charming smile, lifted her skirt, and slowly knelt down.
"Damn it, I'm all fired up!"
Bao Ye leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.
Dragon Cauldron Hotel.
The streets outside were already sealed off by the police. All unauthorized personnel were forbidden to approach, especially the Lin family, none of whom would be able to enter the hotel alive.
Wedding banquet venue.
The five ferocious dogs singled out by Ye Zixiao, after holding back for a long time, finally mustered their courage. Led by that Rat Spirit, they began a new round of attacks.
None of them dared to attack Ye Zixiao.
But they were all skilled at cursing.
"Ye Zixiao, you damn..."
Just as the Rat Spirit stepped forward a couple of paces and was about to finish his curse, Ye Zixiao suddenly bent down and reached out. A large hand grabbed the Rat Spirit's head from above.
His five fingers exerted force.
*Poof—*
The Rat Spirit's head was crushed!
"Holy crap!"
"What? What happened!"
"Oh my god..."
The closest ferocious dogs were scared stiff.
The entire Qin family's entourage was stunned.
The guests further away might not have reacted yet, but those up close clearly saw it: Ye Zixiao casually crushed someone's head as if it were a game?!
"This is interesting!"
Old Ghost Sang, standing next to Qin Hanshan, remarked.
"Old Ghost, can you handle him?"
"Heh heh, easy."
Old Ghost replied, hands behind his back, head held high.
"Damn it, loose lips sink ships."
Ye Zixiao suddenly cursed angrily, then jumped off the stage and directly attacked the other four ferocious dogs. With four swift slaps, he knocked all four of them down.
Did anyone expect them to get up again?
But those nearby looked down and saw that the necks of the four people on the ground were all twisted. Their heads dangled, their eyes wide open. They had been beaten to death by slaps?!
Astonishment.
Breath held.
Shock!!!
"My god!"
"What level is Ye Zixiao at?"
"He killed someone with one slap?"
"This is too terrifying!"
Within the formidable lineup of the Qin family, loud exclamations arose. Even the experts at the Martial General and Martial King levels were dumbfounded by Ye Zixiao's killing methods.
Crushing heads, slapping faces—these were tactics used in street brawls, simple, unrefined moves. In Ye Zixiao's hands, they were as deadly as flowing water!
"Kill them all, wipe out the Lin family."
The groom, Qin Tian, finally couldn't hold back.
Ye Zixiao had cut off his ears, and he had endured for so long waiting to retaliate, only until the Qin family's experts returned. Now that Old Ghost Sang was here, he no longer feared Ye Zixiao.
"Charge them, leave no one alive."
Qin Hanshan also formally issued the order.
Over a hundred thugs, led by several Martial Kings, drew their concealed sabers and charged directly at Ye Zixiao and the three members of the Lin family. From this moment on, the wedding truly turned into a funeral.
"Come on, come at me."
Ye Zixiao roared and returned to the stage.
More than a dozen people rushed towards him.
The battle-hardened thugs were there to kill, so their attacks were vicious. Several sabers aimed at Ye Zixiao's head, whistling as they descended.
Ye Zixiao smiled faintly.
The last time at the Lin family, he had won with a gun. This time, he wasn't afraid to use a gun, but he felt it was too boring. He had been down the mountain for so long, it was time to get some exercise.
*Slap!*
*"Pfft—"*
*Bang!*
*"Ouch!!!"*
A series of crisp slaps and the sound of punches. Every time a sound echoed, it meant a thug who had approached Ye Zixiao fell. Even if they didn't die, they were basically crippled.
Ye Zixiao used no fancy moves. He simply dodged the attackers' saber strikes with extreme speed, casually swinging a hand or throwing a punch as he moved.
With such simple attacks,
everyone who approached Ye Zixiao fell!
"Don't push me."
"Damn it, you guys go!"
"What the hell, why aren't you going?!"
After ten consecutive people were killed by Ye Zixiao with his bare hands, the Qin family's thugs panicked. They had numbers, but they weren't stupid. They knew they couldn't beat Ye Zixiao.
"Get out of the way, let me!"
A Martial King-level expert charged forward.
"Go to your mother's!"
Ye Zixiao suddenly leaped straight up, did two somersaults in mid-air, and as he landed, the Martial King was charging at him. A large foot slammed down on his head.
*Plop!*
The Martial King knelt to the ground.
His eyes suddenly burst, and a large amount of blood gushed from his nose and mouth. However, his head wasn't exploded by Ye Zixiao's somersaulting kick; his head didn't even deform.
But how did he die?
Those nearby dared not advance, and were even terrified. Those with sharp eyes examined him closely and finally discovered that the Martial King kneeling on the ground had no neck?
No neck?!
His neck had been forced into his torso!!!
*Boom—*
After a brief pause, the Qin family's thug contingent erupted. They all put away their weapons and retreated. While not exactly fleeing, no one attacked anymore. Even those attacking the Lin family members withdrew.
Ye Zixiao was too fierce!
The death of that Martial King was too gruesome!
The thugs were also afraid of dying!
Two women were still sipping red wine. The lieutenants all became serious, and the Qin family's management panicked, looking towards Old Ghost Sang beside Qin Hanshan.
Behind the Qin family.
For a moment, dozens of spectators standing on tables simultaneously fell off. This was because they had clearly seen Ye Zixiao's killing methods.
"They said he couldn't fight?"
"Yeah, last time he used a gun!"
"What level do you think Ye Zixiao is?"
"Damn it, I can't tell!"
The surrounding guests whispered amongst themselves.
These people were all wealthy and influential, and among them were many martial artists of various levels. Some major families even kept Martial Kings. Collectively, they could be considered a formidable force.
However.
Matters of martial power levels were confusing to ordinary people, but simple for martial artists. Under normal circumstances, as long as the opponent made a move, their level could be judged.
But Ye Zixiao's level was very ambiguous. To most martial artists, he didn't seem to exceed the Martial King level. But could one Martial King instantly kill another Martial King?
The answer was: absolutely impossible!
"Ye Zixiao, do you recognize me?"
Old Ghost Sang finally decided to act. After observing for so long, even he, a Martial God, couldn't figure out Ye Zixiao's level, so he had to go and test him personally.
"I recognize your mother's ass!"
Ye Zixiao truly cursed as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Tsk!"
Old Ghost Sang was almost infuriated to death by Ye Zixiao's retort, but he didn't get angry and curse back. Instead, he stepped forward a few paces, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Kid, what level are you really?"
"What the hell is 'level'?"
Ye Zixiao also walked a couple of steps towards the other man.
"Martial power level? What are you?"
"I'm max level, invincible in the world!"
Ye Zixiao tilted his head back arrogantly.