Capítulo 1507: Chapter 1507: The Zhao Family Father and Son—Dead!
He used both hands, his feet as a complent, the montum of his fists large and powerful, yet detailed and ticulous, completing dozens of punches in almost an instant, directly blocking all of Ye Xuan’s escape routes.
Bang!
A muffled sound, the fist landed on Ye Xuan’s chest.
Ye Xuan’s face darkened, he retreated several steps on the spot, forcibly stabilizing his posture, his body trembling like a tiger.
Puff!
A mouthful of congested blood spurted out.
Witnessing this scene, Wang Shaoyang, who had been holding his breath almost the whole ti, finally revealed a smile on his face, excitedly yelling praises: “Good, Lord Zhao Yunfei, impressive skills!”
The other people present also shouted in surprise.
Liu Ying’s face turned pale: “Ye Xuan…”
Li Xiyuan furrowed her brows tightly, closing her beautiful eyes, unable to bear watching further…
Zhao Yunfei laughed loudly: “Arrogant little boy, how do you find my Void Spirit Fist?”
“Impressive.”
Ye Xuan twitched his lips, suddenly smiling again: “Impressive it is, but still lacking so proficiency.”
The others were astonished.
Zhao Yunfei’s laughter was abruptly cut off, and then he erupted in anger: “Still stubborn in face of death, perish!”
Furious, Zhao Yunfei made another move, a set of Void Spirit Fist again.
Ye Xuan closed his eyes.
Everyone thought he had given up, like a cancer patient in the late stage abandoning treatnt.
Yet Ye Xuan opened his eyes again.
Upon reopening them, he seed to change, though it was unclear in ways.
Watching Zhao Yunfei’s continuous punches, Ye Xuan squinted.
Imdiately afterward, a thunderous punch.
Bang!
A muffled sound echoed, Zhao Yunfei’s body instantly stiffened, his fists halted in mid-air, completely still, suddenly resembling a statue.
The cheers abruptly stopped.
Wang Shaoyang’s smile froze.
Everyone’s expressions turned to stone.
Liu Ying’s expression was dazed.
Li Xiyuan also curiously opened her eyes…
“This…”
Zhao Yunfei widened his eyes, stared at Ye Xuan for one second, then lowered his head, gazing at the fist pressed against his chest, unable to regain his senses, his face filled with shock: “How is this possible? How is this possible?”
“You’ve practiced the Void Spirit Fist for thirty years, but you’re probably not as good as soone who has spent three months on it like .” Ye Xuan’s indifferent laughter echoed: “Next, see how my Void Spirit Fist fares?”
With these words.
Ye Xuan employed both fists, using his feet as a complent, the montum of his punches large and powerful, yet detailed and ticulous, completing dozens of punches in almost an instant, completely blocking all of Zhao Yunfei’s escape routes.
Bang bang bang!
The muffled sound perated endlessly.
Ye Xuan’s strikes never missed.
Zhao Yunfei stood still, unmoving, as if petrified.
Finally, the muffled sound ceased.
Ye Xuan stood calmly.
Zhao Yunfei’s entire body was rigid, bleeding from all orifices.
Zhao Yunfei, dead!
Boom!
Long after, Zhao Yunfei’s towering figure, seen by countless eyes, finally collapsed like a mountain onto the cold floor.
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The entire Nightingale Villa suddenly fell silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
All eyes gathered and ultimately focused on Zhao Yunfei’s blood-dripping corpse, each face pale and unable to regain composure.
Is this real?
Is this real?
Zhao Yunfei, a top master in the Martial Arts, second-generation Junior Elder of the Zhao Family, renowned for his strength, dead like that?
Moreover, seemingly dead under his most proud fist technique?
Was it Ye Xuan who killed him?
Seeing Zhao Yunfei’s wide-eyed, utterly shocked expression as he died, others seed to feel, even at his dying mont, he couldn’t believe all this.
Even at the mont of death, he couldn’t understand how the Void Spirit Fist could be so lethal, his thirty years of hard practice against Ye Xuan appearing so futile…
In the dead silence.
Zhao Zheng, slumping amidst the rubble, gazed at Zhao Yunfei’s icy corpse, murmuring in loss: “No, this is impossible, this is impossible!
Father, father! Get up, please get up!
Ye Xuan is just an arrogant child, he can’t be your match, quickly get up and kill him, get up and kill him!”
Zhao Zheng seed to live in a dream.
This reflected a state of collapse.
Zhao Yunfei was already dead.
No matter how much he shouted, he could never rise again.
A fierce wind arose.
Ye Xuan appeared before Zhao Zheng, looking down at him calmly.
Zhao Zheng shivered, feeling cold throughout, seemingly more frozen than a dead man, though still alive.
Zhao Zheng struggled to lift his head, eyes reddened as he glared at Ye Xuan, gritting his teeth: “Ye Xuan, you are dood, you killed my father, you killed the Zhao Family’s second-generation Junior Elder, you will surely die!”
“Whether I die or the Zhao Family ends, you won’t live to see either.”
Ye Xuan glanced at Zhao Zheng indifferently, with a flick of his toes, a stone from the rubble soared.
Puff!
Zhao Zheng’s body shuddered, his head instantly pierced by the stone, terror-stricken eyes slowly tipping backward, his death visage eerily similar to Liu Haoyang’s earlier.
Zhao Zheng, dead!
The atmosphere, already frighteningly silent, grew even more oppressive and suffocating with Zhao Zheng’s fall, suffocating to the point where everyone struggled to find air.
Countless hearts skipped a beat, involuntarily rising to their throats, staring at Ye Xuan with terror and anxiety, not daring to relax even slightly, not daring to make a sound.
This was the Grim Reaper, the Grim Reaper!
If he wished, not a single person present today could survive.
Absolutely!
Killing Zhao Yunfei and his son so decisively, looking around at hundreds present, who wouldn’t dare risk his wrath?
He might even dare to wipe out their entire family!
As for Wang Shaoyang, his mind had already collapsed, he stood stupefied, witnessing Ye Xuan kill Zhao Yunfei, then Zhao Zheng.
Such ruthless decisiveness, so relentless!
Wang Shaoyang knew Zhao Yunfei and his son were dead, yet he refused to accept this reality, unable to, for he knew Zhao Yunfei and his son were crucial at today’s engagent banquet.
With them dead, who could stop Ye Xuan’s murderous spree?
Now, if Ye Xuan wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as reaching into a bag!
Never had Wang Shaoyang felt death so close, feeling the Grim Reaper behind him, a cold scythe at his neck, ready to send him to the Netherworld with a gentle cut.
The extre chill drove him out of control, his white trousers gradually staining yellow from the crotch, emitting an unpleasant stench of urine.
No one in this world is fearless in the face of death, Wang Shaoyang included.
Suddenly, Wang Shaoyang’s pupils contracted.
For Ye Xuan was walking towards him.
That harmless face, seen now, was extraordinarily shocking and terrifying.
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