"Kill!"
Almost in tandem with Ye Qingchen stepping forward.
"Boom!"
The ground trembled violently, the bluestone floor shattered abruptly, revealing a deep footprint!
The True Qi accumulated in Ye Qingchen's body surged out in an instant, like a tidal wave. The dust on the ground around him was swept up aggressively, forming a circular ring.
But immediately.
This dust ring was already broken by a figure!
"Boom!"
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd.
Ye Qingchen rushed straight towards Hong Ren!
At this moment, he was a violent whirlwind! A howling lightning bolt! A roaring beast!
"Attack!"
Five Tributors shouted in unison.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A series of sounds of weapons being unsheathed, and the five people with Powerful Qi surging on their bodies, turned into shadows, like a pack of wolves, frantically charging at Ye Qingchen!
"You are simply shameless!"
Seeing this, Ye Qing couldn't help but curse angrily.
However.
These people didn't care at all.
All sorts of flashes of blades and shadows of swords descended in an instant, as if to tear Ye Qingchen apart!
Such an offensive made everyone turn pale with fright.
"Can he withstand it?"
Everyone's eyes widened.
Hong Ren, with a face full of cold smiles, he didn't know how Ye Qingchen survived the calculations of the Ye Family, but as long as he was here, there would be no second accident!
"Sizzle!"
The leading Tributor Hu already charged aggressively to Ye Qingchen, raising a big hand to grab directly!
If you look closely!
Tributor Hu's hands were slightly bigger than normal, the joints as thick as bamboo nodes. As his claws came against the wind, tearing through the air, even a millstone would be ripped open by him! If it were flesh and blood, it would undoubtedly be torn in half by this claw!
At this moment, beside him, Tributor Zhao, wielding his broad-backed Horse-Cutting Saber, was already striding forward to kill!
That Horse-Cutting Saber, as tall as a person, forged from refined steel, weighed at least several hundred pounds. Ordinary people might not even be able to lift it, but now he swung it as if it were a bean sprout, sweeping fiercely at Ye Qingchen's waist, as if ready to slice him in half!
Others also showcased their tactics.
These people.
Were all elites of the Hong Family!
Even Ye Qingchen, at this moment, could not help but look serious and give his all!
"Zheng!"
He unleashed a sword, and the sword light was like a wandering dragon, striking the Horse-Cutting Saber.
"Clang!"
It was like the bell of Hanshan Temple being struck, as if to shatter the eardrums of everyone around. In the unbelievable eyes of the crowd, Tributor Zhao was pushed back again and again!
Dong dong dong!
Each step he took on the ground, the ground caved in deeply, leaving several disordered footprints!
"This kid is too strong!"
Zhao Tributor's eyes were full of doubt and shock.
His hands trembled slightly, almost unable to hold the Horse-Cutting Saber, shaken by the enormous force attached to Ye Qingchen's sword edge!
At this moment.
Ye Qingchen, after wielding a sword, suddenly turned, directly raising his hand to meet Tributor Hu's sharp claws.
"Bang!"
Palms collided.
Powerful Qi surged in all directions, tables and chairs were swept away in an instant, in the main hall, people and horses were overturned, like a typhoon passing through! Ye Qingchen didn't move, but the opponent groaned, using even greater speed than when he came, flying backward!
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
In an instant.
Ye Qingchen exchanged blows with the five in the field.
Only to see.
"Dong!"
The bodies of the five Tributors trembled, all being knocked back.
However.
Ye Qingchen, fighting one against five, dispersed his strength too much, so these people only suffered minor injuries. But immediately, they got up again, rushing towards Ye Qingchen!
"Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!"
In an instant, the entire hall was filled with the shadow of blades and swords, Powerful Qi boiling. All the tables and chairs around were shredded, and onlookers had to retreat repeatedly, afraid of being caught in it.
Blades and swords are blind. Once caught in it, one is doomed!
Moreover!
Ye Qingchen was surrounded in the center, dashing left and right, unable to break free! Even if he repelled one person, more guards immediately filled in.
The roaring crowd, at this moment, was like a tidal wave, crazily rushing forward, seemingly about to completely engulf Ye Qingchen!
"I anticipated this would happen!" Ning Xuan twirled the folding fan in his hand, looking at Ye Qingchen in the field, who was almost completely submerged and whose figure could no longer be seen, with a face full of mockery! "Just by himself, how can he contend with the entire Hong Family?"
"It's already not easy for him to hold on this long, but unfortunately with just his strength, how can he reverse such a situation?"
The crowd shook their heads in regret, feeling rueful.
No one expected.
That this former Young Master of the Ye Family would end in such a manner.
"Brother!"
Ye Qing covered her eyes, unable to bear watching, but tears still fell through her fingers.
Witnessing this scene.
Hong Ren couldn't help but laugh heartily:
"Ye Qingchen!"
"You dare to fight me? What qualifications do you have to fight me? Do you think you're still the Young Master of the Ye Family? You are nothing but an abandoned son of the Ye Family! A stray dog!"
"This is my Hong Family's territory. Just one word from me, and I can make you have no place to be buried!"
The hall was eerily silent.
Only the echoes of Hong Ren's wild laughter continued to reverberate.
Only the unceasing cries of Ye Qing could be heard.
Just when everyone thought that Ye Qingchen was doomed and could no longer escape this calamity.
A shout suddenly erupted:
"Die for me!"
"What?"
At this moment.
Everyone looked on in shock, seeing Ye Qingchen, surrounded in the center, his eyes bloodshot, his whole body like a frenzied leopard, charging out fiercely. The long sword in his hand cut through the void like a swimming dragon, piercing through Steward Hu's clasped hands, plunging into his throat.
One sword to seal the throat!
Blood splattered across the sky!
Then, he turned his sword, ascended the air fiercely.
"Zheng!"
The crisp ringing of the sword erupted rapidly, the trajectory sweeping back like a crescent moon across the sky, fiercely slashing in all directions.
"Ah!"
The sound of ghostly wailing and wolf crying resounded, amid the splattering blood, several heads flew, alongside the bodies, crashing heavily to the ground!
Boom!
At the same time.
Ye Qingchen, like a God of Slaughter emerging from a bloodbath, stepped through pools of blood unimpeded!
"No!"
The eyes of Steward Zhao, wielding the Horse-Cutting Saber, were bloodshot.
These people were his disciples or subordinates, how could he not hate seeing them slaughtered by Ye Qingchen?
Roaring in fury, he took a step forward, as if compressing space to move swiftly in front of Ye Qingchen. As True Qi burst forth, the arm holding the Horse-Cutting Saber expanded forcefully. In an instant, the blade swept horizontally, seemingly capable of cleaving the earth!
However.
Ye Qingchen was even fiercer!
"Slash!"
The sword light flashed.
In the clear ring of the sword.
With that.
Steward Zhao's body shuddered, freezing suddenly.
Under the terrified gaze of everyone.
His lower body stood unmoving, while the upper body slid diagonally down, like a felled tree, crashing to the ground.
"Who did you just say should kneel and beg for mercy?"
Ye Qingchen slowly raised his head, staring directly at Hong Ren.
At this moment.
Hong Ren's face was as pale as a ghost!