Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Rage Sky-high Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Rage Sky-high “You little bastard, you’re courting death!” Wei Ming, with an explosive roar and a vicious glare, pinned his gaze on Jing Yan.
If it weren’t for the presence of too many outsiders, he would have slapped this little bastard nad Jing Yan to death long ago.
How could he wait for this little bastard to show off here!
Is the Wei Family a place where just anyone can barge into?
“Wei Ming, go bring over that female warrior Liu Xiaoyue!” the Clan Leader Wei Jiuhe, however, waved his hand with a sullen expression.
His look towards Jing Yan also revealed a hidden intent to kill.
He had made up his mind, that no matter what, he must slay Jing Yan.
This child must not be allowed to leave the Wei Family Mansion alive.
If he were to leave safely today, the Wei Family would lose all face completely.
They wouldn’t need to wait until tomorrow; by today, the news would spread throughout Duyang City.
Therefore, this child had to be slain.
Even if this Jing Yan were the son or grandson of the Jing Family Patriarch, he must be killed right here!
As for that female warrior nad Liu Xiaoyue, she was of no importance.
Releasing her could also shut up the other families’ mouths, just like that old woman from the Nian Family.
Wei Jiuhe’s thoughts shifted, and his eyes naturally glanced over at Nian Lan.
At this mont, Nian Lan squinted her eyes and said nothing more against the Wei Family.
Wei Ming ordered two Wei Family guards to fetch the person from the dungeon.
Monts later, the two guards carried soone over.
“Xiao Yue?”
Jing Yan’s heart tightened slightly.
Because Liu Xiaoyue wasn’t walking over by herself, she was being carried by the Wei Family’s guards.
The two Wei Family guards, after carrying the person over, simply threw her onto the ground.
Jing Yan’s anger surged, and he dashed forward, coming to Liu Xiaoyue’s side.
At that mont, Liu Xiaoyue’s hair was disheveled, and her clothes were stained with speckles of blood.
“Xiao Yue, how are you?” Jing Yan felt as if there was a thorn deep in his heart.
It was true, he hadn’t known Liu Xiaoyue for long.
It was also true that this was only the second ti they had t.
He wasn’t intimately familiar with Liu Xiaoyue, and strictly speaking, they could only be considered casual friends.
But for so reason, upon seeing Liu Xiaoyue in such a state, Jing Yan couldn’t control the anger rising within him.
His heart felt as though it was being squeezed by a pair of fists.
Even his breathing beca incredibly labored.
Jing Yan thought of the incense bag Liu Xiaoyue had given him, which was still inside his Suru Ring.
“Cough…
cough…” Liu Xiaoyue, amidst her unconsciousness, heard Jing Yan’s words and let out a cough.
She even managed to muster a smile on her lips.
“Is…
is that Young Master Jing Yan?” Liu Xiaoyue’s voice was extrely weak, her complexion deathly pale, her breath as fragile as a thread, as if at any mont, she might never open her eyes again.
“It’s !” Jing Yan’s whole body trembled slightly.
He had considered the possibility that Liu Xiaoyue might already be dead at the Wei Family.
But he had never imagined that Liu Xiaoyue would have suffered such torture.
He could already feel that Liu Xiaoyue’s Martial Arts ridians were nearly completely destroyed.
Martial Arts ridians, ah!
It wasn’t simply that her Cultivation had been destroyed.
Her Martial Arts ridians were damaged, and among all one hundred and eight Martial Arts ridians in her body, even if only one were damaged, that kind of pain was unbearable for any ordinary Martial Artist.
Yet, Liu Xiaoyue’s Martial Arts ridians were almost entirely severed.
Such an injury, yet she was still alive; it was nothing short of miraculous.
How much pain had Liu Xiaoyue endured?
How heartbreaking it was for a young girl in her teens to bear such suffering?
“It’s alright!”
“It’s all right now!”
Jing Yan whispered softly.
“Xiao Yue, it’s safe now, don’t be afraid.
I will take you away, I promise,” Jing Yan vowed, his voice low and steady by Liu Xiaoyue’s ear.
As he spoke, a wave of murderous intent radiated from Jing Yan’s body.
At this mont, the fury in Jing Yan’s heart was indescribable.
Even if Liu Xiaoyue had been killed by the Wei Family, Jing Yan would not have been as enraged.
Yes, if Liu Xiaoyue had died, Jing Yan wouldn’t be this angry.
“Hahaha…”
“Wei Family, good!
Very good!” Jing Yan’s voice trembled with emotion.
“Wei Family!
You old cowards, you little bastards.
Each and every one of you, today your grandfather, I, Jing Yan, if I do not cleanse your Wei Family in blood, then I shall perish within your Wei Family Mansion!” Jing Yan’s gaze swept over the Wei Family Patriarch Wei Jiuhe and all the Wei Family Elders.
His hand held the Flowing Light Sword, which he slowly brandished, sending Sword Qi swirling through the surrounding space.
“You pack of beasts, to strike such a cruel blow to a helpless woman.
You do not deserve to live in this world.” Jing Yan took a breath, “Heh, to sever a weak woman’s Martial Arts ridians, a full eighty-four of them, your hearts are truly vicious!” Jing Yan’s words echoed and lingered above the entire Wei Family Martial Arts Arena.
“What?”
“This…”
“Martial Arts ridians, severed by eighty-four?”
Initially, the people present hadn’t taken it seriously.
These were individuals who had seen countless dead and wounded; Liu Xiaoyue was a stranger to them, her life or death irrelevant.
But, when they heard Jing Yan say that Liu Xiaoyue’s Martial Arts ridians had been severed by eighty-four, they couldn’t help but be deeply moved.
Over eighty Martial Arts ridians severed!
God, how much pain must this woman have borne?
Was this a level of pain that a human could endure?
“Heh, the Wei Family…
oh, the Wei Family…
truly unimaginable!” Nian Lan, at this ti, also sneered coldly, looking at the Wei Family crowd.
Even she couldn’t stand idly by!
An outsider like her was incensed.
She felt an uncontrollable surge of anger, even though this Liu Xiaoyue had no connection to her.
It wasn’t for show; she truly couldn’t bear it, she felt genuinely angry.
It wasn’t just Nian Lan; other high-ranking mbers from various families of Duyang City also had grim expressions, their gazes shifting towards Wei Jiuhe and the others.
Wei Jiuhe and his companions frowned too; they truly had not expected Liu Xiaoyue’s eighty-four Martial Arts ridians to be severed while in the dungeon.
This was sothing that should not have happened.
“Hahaha…”
“What a brazen youth, so full of yourself!
Blood cleanse the Wei Family?
Such big talk!” At this mont, a young Martial Artist in a white robe strode forward, staring at Jing Yan.
This man was Wei Leng, the most outstanding among the Wei Family’s younger generation.
With his Half-step Innate Cultivation, although the Wei Family competition had not yet concluded, he was already acknowledged as first.
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