"My goodness, that's too brutal!"
Ye Zixiao was being inappropriate again.
He covered his eyes with his hands.
"You, you, you!"
Faced with the unpredictable Ye Zixiao, Lin Qingzhu didn't know what to say. She felt no joy in her revenge and couldn't be bothered with Ye Zixiao. She walked towards Bao Ye.
The dancer and Bai Mao were dead.
They died very, very miserably.
Now, the culprit, Bao Ye, could no longer make a sound. He was already a cripple. He had bled for too long and was on the verge of death.
"Bao Ye, do you regret it?"
Lin Qingzhu walked forward and asked with her head bowed.
Bao Ye tried hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't even utter a plea for mercy. He was helpless and extremely unwilling, but he couldn't change anything.
"You beast, you don't even deserve to die!"
Lin Qingzhu didn't finish Bao Ye off.
She wanted him to live a life worse than death!
Ye Zixiao remained silent, showing no desire for credit. He simply followed behind Lin Qingzhu to the big rock. Feng Sandao was still muttering there.
The old man was severely injured.
His internal organs were shattered!
He didn't seem to fear death; he just couldn't accept that all his skills were lost to Ye Zixiao. More importantly, how did Ye Zixiao get the Asura Blade?
"You, who are you?"
The dying Feng Sandao asked Ye Zixiao.
"Who I am is no longer important."
Ye Zixiao was not in the mood for conversation.
"Who gave you your blade?"
"My master gave it to me for foot care."
"Who is your master?"
"Your father!"
"My father? Pfft..."
Feng Sandao's emotions flared, and he spat out another mouthful of blood. But he was wearing a mask, and due to the excessive bleeding, he choked on his own blood, coughing violently, looking extremely miserable!
"What's wrong, too ashamed to show your face?"
Ye Zixiao subconsciously waved his hand, using the tip of the Asura Blade to flick off Feng Sandao's mask, revealing an aged face. To his surprise, Feng Sandao had no nose?!
"Huh?"
Ye Zixiao suddenly froze.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Qingzhu asked subconsciously.
"What?"
Ye Zixiao suddenly retreated two steps. He became nervous, his body trembling. The Asura Blade fell from his hand. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he became dazed.
"You, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Qingzhu also became nervous.
In her impression, Ye Zixiao, this bandit, never knew fear. There was no one he dared not kill. But what was happening now? Why was he so panicked all of a sudden?
"Xiao, are you okay?"
Lin Qingzhu wanted to go forward and check.
"Get lost!"
Ye Zixiao shoved Lin Qingzhu away.
He strode forward, grabbed Feng Sandao, who was lying on the rock and coughing blood, and stared intently at the man with wide, astonished eyes.
"You, kill me!"
Feng Sandao no longer wished to live.
"Who are you? Do you recognize me?"
Ye Zixiao suddenly raised his voice.
"Huh?"
Feng Sandao was stunned.
"Old beast, do you recognize me?"
"You, aren't you Ye Zixiao?"
"Damn it, you don't recognize me, but I recognize you! Eighteen years ago, at Black Wind Pass in the Snow Country, your nose was cut off by my mother with her own hands."
"You, what did you say?"
The half-dead Feng Sandao's eyes widened suddenly.
"Who are you? Who do you belong to? You damned bastards chased our family for ten days and ten nights. If my mother hadn't fought desperately to cover our retreat, our Ye family would have been wiped out!"
Ye Zixiao fell into a state of frenzy.
His voice had become a roar.
"You, you're that little brat?!"
A light suddenly appeared in Feng Sandao's eyes. He looked closely at Ye Zixiao and murmured, "The ways of heaven are cyclical. I killed your mother with my own hands back then. Dying at your hands is also destiny!"
"Who sent you to hunt us down?"
"You will never know."
"Why? Why did you chase us?"
"Your father was too arrogant!"
"Who do you actually belong to?"
"Heh heh heh, hahaha, pfft..."
Ye Zixiao roared ferociously, wanting to know who the Ye family's mortal enemy was. But Feng Sandao refused to speak, even in death. He spat out his last breath forcefully, his meridians ruptured, and he died!
"Speak, damn it, speak!"
Ye Zixiao went mad. He picked up Feng Sandao's corpse, smashed it fiercely against the big rock, then picked it up again and smashed it again until Feng Sandao's head was shattered.
"Zixiao, that's enough!"
Lin Qingzhu stepped forward and held Ye Zixiao back.
"Why, why?!"
Ye Zixiao knelt on the ground with a thud, looking up at the sky and sighing, "What did the Ye family do wrong back then? Out of more than two hundred family members, only a dozen or so were hunted down. Why?"
"Zixiao, calm down!"
Lin Qingzhu felt a pang of heartache.
She didn't know what had happened to Ye Zixiao's family, but it was clear that when he was very young, they had been hunted. His mother had been killed by Feng Sandao.
"Mom, Mom!"
Ye Zixiao suddenly faced the north.
He kowtowed three times.
When he looked up again, the young man who had descended from the snow mountain no longer had his carefree expression. He seemed to have matured considerably. Wiping away his tears, his expression changed from ferocious to cold.
"Father, since you intend to hide in the snow mountains for the rest of your life, then this deep-seated hatred will be avenged by your son. As long as I am alive, I will find the mastermind and kill them!"
Having said this with determination, Ye Zixiao walked down the mountain.
Lin Qingzhu stood frozen, then after a while, she dropped her nicked knife. She looked at the corpses of Feng Sandao, Bai Mao, and the dancer, shook her head, and finally walked towards Bao Ye.
Bao Ye was still alive!
His fate was to live a life worse than death!
That evening...
After returning to the Lin family, taking a bath, and even sleeping, Ye Zixiao dialed the ten-digit number again and asked, "Will your legion have trouble after wiping out the Black Tiger Hall?"
"Please rest assured, sir, this is a minor matter."
The person on the other end was a middle-aged man in his forties.
He was Zheng Tianhong, a corps commander.
"Good. Please keep a low profile recently. Try not to clash with the regular army. I believe I will need your help again in the near future, so be prepared."
"Young Master Ye, please do whatever you wish. The Hungry Wolf Legion has three hundred thousand mercenaries. We fear no force. Even if you order us to attack a city, the army will enter."
"Thank you, goodbye!"
Ye Zixiao calmly hung up the phone.
"Brother, it's time to eat."
Lin Bin's voice echoed from downstairs.
"Coming."
Ye Zixiao put on his clothes, looked at himself in the mirror, and tried his best to compose himself. He went downstairs and walked directly into the Lin family's dining room.
The whole family was there.
They all looked at him quietly.
The relatives' women and children had already been picked up by their respective families. After this ordeal, the entire family had become very united, agreeing that they must seek revenge from the Qin family, and the whole family would go together.
"Brother-in-law, thank you."
Jiang Chunmei bowed to Ye Zixiao.
"Sister-in-law, we are family, no need for politeness."
Ye Zixiao's expression was flat as he said earnestly, "The issue with the Black Tiger Hall is also my oversight, but rest assured, from now on, the Lin family will no longer be in danger."
"Son-in-law!"
Lin Dong stood up from the head seat.
He walked forward, patted Ye Zixiao's shoulder, and said, "Even without you, the Lin family would not have escaped this calamity. With you, we have a chance to turn things around. I thank you on behalf of the entire family."
"Thank you, Little Ye!"
"Brother, thank you."
Sun Fengzhi and Lin Feng also stood up to express their gratitude.
"Damn it, stop being so sentimental!"
Lin Bin broke the somber atmosphere.
"Zixiao, eat!"
Lin Qingzhu called out softly.
Her tone was slightly ambiguous!