It was Chu Qingxue who helped him block that shot; otherwise, the one hit would have been him.
Under the imnse pressure of Qingliu Yiye, Ye Chenfeng didn’t have the freedom to attend to anything else.
"Splat!"
But the second shot from the ambushed Gun King had already arrived.
Ye Chenfeng used all his might to dodge the bullet.
"Kill!"
At the sa ti, Qingliu Yiye charged forward.
Faced with the choice between Chu Qingxue’s safety and Ye Chenfeng’s death, Qingliu Yiye chose to kill Ye Chenfeng first.
...
"President Chu!"
"Miss Chu!"
On the other side, Gu Jundie and several maids rushed over.
"President Chu..."
Gu Jundie picked up Chu Qingxue and shouted loudly.
Chu Qingxue’s face had lost all color, pale as paper.
This bullet was specially made, not only thirteen tis the speed of a normal bullet, but also unmatched in power, and upon entering the body, it rotates to maximize damage to internal organs.
"I..."
Chu Qingxue gripped Gu Jundie’s arm tightly, wanting to speak, but only blood foam ca out of her mouth, completely covering her fossil energy.
Her body was trembling, becoming extrely cold.
The maids were terrified, their faces drained of all color; with sothing happening to Chu Qingxue, it ant death for them.
No!
Even more terrifying than death!
"President Chu, you... you say... boohoo..."
Gu Jundie was already crying out loud, tightly holding Chu Qingxue in her arms.
"Please... please tell... tell him, I... I love... I love him..."
Chu Qingxue’s body was shaking violently, each word carrying away a great amount of vitality.
"President Chu..."
Gu Jundie scread hysterically, the Chu Qingxue in her arms was motionless, and even closed her eyes.
"Quickly take Miss Chu to find a doctor!"
The maids quickly reacted, snatching Chu Qingxue from Gu Jundie’s hands.
Gu Jundie hurriedly followed along.
...
"You must die!"
After hearing Gu Jundie’s voice, Ye Chenfeng was like a maniac, his voice chilling to the extre, his face was as hard and cold as a block of tal.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng burst out with overwhelming killing intent.
All negative emotions surged, and Ye Chenfeng instantly transford into a frenzied demon.
"Puff!"
Despite Ye Chenfeng’s rage causing an imbalance in power, making him vomit blood repeatedly.
But Ye Chenfeng showed no fear, his eyes turned entirely blood-red.
The expression in those eyes seed as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling and roaring within them, the most terrifying gaze Qingliu Yiye had ever seen in his life.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
Ye Chenfeng walked towards Qingliu Yiye step by step, his footsteps were light, but to Qingliu Yiye they sounded like a war drum being struck beside his ear.
"Hiss!"
Qingliu Yiye gasped, his brows furrowing tightly.
Ye Chenfeng had been enraged, exploding to this extent.
This was the last thing he wanted to see!
"Kill!"
Qingliu Yiye wielded the Kiji Sword, using the sa five attack variations as before.
And once again, they were effective, leaving nurous wounds on Ye Chenfeng.
Yet Ye Chenfeng acted as if numb, seemingly unable to feel any pain.
As long as it didn’t end his life, it had no effect on him.
"Bang!"
With Ye Chenfeng’s reckless fighting style, he finally found an opportunity to land a punch on Qingliu Yiye.
Imdiately, Qingliu Yiye felt as if he’d been hit by a big truck.
Spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood, Qingliu Yiye’s body kept retreating.
"Netherworld Slash!"
Qingliu Yiye leapt up, brandishing the Kiji Sword, swinging it over a hundred tis in the blink of an eye.
"Splat, splat..."
Hundreds of Sword Qi were all sprayed onto Ye Chenfeng, imdiately covering him with dozens of wounds, his clothes turning to rags and flying like snowflakes.
Yet Ye Chenfeng was like a robot, seemingly unable to feel any pain.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Qingliu Yiye’s attacks were ineffective against Ye Chenfeng, instead giving Ye Chenfeng the chance.
Ye Chenfeng used nothing but his fists to violently strike Qingliu Yiye.
"Crack, crack..."
Countless bones broke in Qingliu Yiye’s body, fresh blood spraying from his mouth constantly.
"Bang!"
Qingliu Yiye just tried to gather montum, but was hamred to the ground by Ye Chenfeng.
Qingliu Yiye was completely stunned.
Ye Chenfeng didn’t use Ancient Martial Arts or any Special Ability, yet he suppressed him to this extent?
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Ye Chenfeng’s fists moved as fast as the Gatling gun, swinging out hundreds of punches in the blink of an eye.
Qingliu Yiye’s body was severely deford, the floor beneath him completely caved in, gradually forming a human-shaped indentation.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, ripples appeared in the surrounding air, and four ninjas erged in the next second.
"Shh, shh, shh..."
Four katanas penetrated Ye Chenfeng’s body instantly.
"Not good!"
When the four tried to pull out their swords, they faced enormous resistance, unable to withdraw them.
"Die!"
But Ye Chenfeng’s eyes radiated intense killing intent, pushing the four.
"Bang!"
Ye Chenfeng swung a perfect straight punch, directly exploding one man’s head.
"Bang!"
His right foot struck simultaneously, hitting one man’s chest.
The man flew horizontally, his chest completely caved in.
"Crack!"
Ye Chenfeng gripped a katana pierced in his body, snapping it forcefully, and the two Broken Blades in his hands pierced into the throats of the other two, accompanied by spraying blood arrows, bringing them down.
Their eyes were full of terror; just a mont ago, they fully witnessed Ye Chenfeng’s frightfulness.
He seed truly undying; their so-called Martial Arts Techniques and Ancient Martial Arts had no chance to be unleashed before being rawly killed by Ye Chenfeng.
Not a human!
He was a Demon!
Thanks to his four aides, Qingliu Yiye temporarily had a breathing chance.
"Die!"
Ye Chenfeng’s eyes flashed with bloodthirsty killing intent, his face changed abruptly, wrath exploding.
"Impossible... This can’t be..."
Qingliu Yiye’s eyes were full of disbelief.
All this ti, Ye Chenfeng had repeatedly used energy; he’d devoured the Seven-Color Ninja’s power, enough to explode his body.
Yet Ye Chenfeng seed unaffected, fighting tirelessly.
Ye Chenfeng instantly charged out, relying only on his fists.
Qingliu Yiye now understood completely: Ye Chenfeng’s eyes were fully bloodlusted.
Today, if he didn’t kill Ye Chenfeng, he wouldn’t get out alive.
"Boom!"
Qingliu Yiye sliced his finger with the Kiji Sword, drops of fresh blood staining the sword.
Suddenly, a surge of intense malice erupted, soaring up like an enraged dragon.
"Beichen Style, Heavenly Punishnt!"
Qingliu Yiye raised the Kiji Sword over his head, shouting explosively.
"Crack!"
Qingliu Yiye summoned lightning in the air, as if the heavens were wrathful.
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