Bang!
With a casual wave of his hand, Ye Ming tossed Zhou Ji's corpse in front of Qiu Xiaotian, sneering, "This outcome! Satisfied?"
Qiu Xiaotian, at this moment, had clearly not recovered. He stared blankly at the body on the ground, still finding it hard to believe.
He! Qiu Xiaotian! A Martial Emperor expert!
Behind him, there was also a massive underground organization… the Blade Mad Gang.
That's why he had always believed the young man before him wouldn't dare to kill Zhou Ji.
But the fact now was… Zhou Ji was dead.
And he had forced the killing.
How could he accept such a result?
"No!"
Qiu Xiaotian's trembling body erupted with boundless rage. The previously rampant aura emanating from him instantly turned dark red, tinged with a sense of destruction.
"Ah! Come at me!"
He glared with bloodshot eyes and struck Ye Ming with a palm. Wherever the palm wind passed, it turned into a sky full of ashes. The air that dared to obstruct his palm seemed to vaporize, creating a vacuum, and light itself began to distort.
With this palm strike, he seemed to disregard Xie Di's fate in Ye Ming's hands, intending to bury them both. Clearly, he had been blinded by his rage.
Seeing this, Ye Ming's wicked smile grew more pronounced.
He directly placed Xie Di in front of him, then gave a gentle push. Xie Di flew towards Qiu Xiaotian.
With a slight hop, Ye Ming had already distanced himself a hundred meters from Qiu Xiaotian.
"No… No!"
Xie Di, facing the dark red palm print before him, was completely stunned. He never imagined he would end up dying at Qiu Xiaotian's hands. He had initially come to discuss an alliance with the Blade Mad Gang on behalf of his father. Now, he was in the hands of that very alliance partner.
"Ah! I… hate this!"
Boom!
With the palm strike, Xie Di, amidst the violent power, didn't even leave a complete body. He directly turned into a bloody mist, meeting the same fate as the scarred man from before.
A moment later, as the palm force dissipated, Qiu Xiaotian stood with hollow eyes in the spot where Xie Di had become a bloody mist, his entire being as if he had lost his soul.
"No! No! Ah!"
Now, he was clear-headed, but the reality before him plunged him into madness once again. He had personally killed the young master of the Martial Hall again.
"Clap, clap, clap!"
Ye Ming looked at Qiu Xiaotian and applauded, saying, "Your palm technique is truly remarkable! That strike truly left no bones intact!"
Earlier, Qiu Xiaotian had vowed to leave Ye Ming with no complete corpse. Now, the "no complete corpse" had been achieved, but it was on someone else. No matter if Ye Ming killed Qiu Xiaotian or not, he was doomed. Zhou Ji had died because of him. Xie Di had been personally struck down by him. Regardless, the Blade Mad Gang and the Martial Hall would not let him go.
"You little beast! Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"
Qiu Xiaotian's pupils were bloodshot, his face contorted. The violent aura around him flickered, becoming somewhat chaotic. It seemed the deaths of Zhou Ji and Xie Di had impacted him more than just a little.
"Drag me down? Heh!"
Ye Ming glanced at him indifferently. Before the other could make a move, he pressed his palm downwards.
Boom!
"Ah!"
Qiu Xiaotian had no time to react before Ye Ming crushed him into the ground, leaving him with no ability to resist.
"No… How… How is this possible?"
Blood gushed from Qiu Xiaotian's mouth. His face alternated between shock and terror, his mind utterly bewildered.
One move!
He, a dignified Martial Emperor, couldn't even withstand a single move from this opponent. Who exactly was this youth before him? But there was no one to answer these questions.
Ye Ming walked up to Qiu Xiaotian and looked down at him coldly, saying, "You don't need to worry! I won't kill you!"
At this moment, Qiu Xiaotian, who had thought he was certain to die, felt both terror and confusion upon hearing Ye Ming's words.
The next second, Qiu Xiaotian felt a heaviness in his head, and the color in his pupils began to fade, becoming vacant and lifeless. Ye Ming pressed his index finger against his forehead, and all the information in Qiu Xiaotian's mind was absorbed by Ye Ming.
"No wonder the Martial Hall sent Xie Di to Feng Province to deal with the Blade Mad Gang. They're making quite a bold move!"
After reviewing all the information in Qiu Xiaotian's mind, Ye Ming no longer paid attention to him and walked towards Yan Yinluo, who was not far away.
"Let's go!"
Ye Ming held her still somewhat cold hand and said gently.
"Mhm!"
Yan Yinluo nodded. She first glanced at the surviving members of the Blade Mad Gang in the pool of blood, then shifted her gaze to the now unconscious Qiu Xiaotian. This kind of bloody and brutal scene was her first experience. If she wanted to adapt quickly, it would likely take considerable time. However, from this moment on, a belief gradually solidified in Yan Yinluo's heart.
"One day, on the battlefield, you won't be alone anymore!"
…
Not long after Ye Ming and Yan Yinluo left, a group of Blade Mad Gang members rushed to the scene. When they saw the tragic state of the place, everyone was stunned. Especially upon seeing Zhou Ji's body, they all felt as if the sky was falling.
"Young… Young gang leader is actually dead!"
"This… It's over! It's over! The province might change hands now!"
"Who! Who on earth dared to lay hands on our Blade Mad Gang's young gang leader with the courage of a bear and leopard!"
"Investigate! We must find the killer!"
…
As they were filled with grief and indignation, a weak voice emerged from the pool of blood: "Save… Save us!"
Hearing this voice, everyone crowded around, frantically asking, "Quick… Quick tell me, who killed the young gang leader! Who?"
"I… I don't know!"
The injured man said with difficulty, "I… I only know it was a young man who killed him."
"And… and Young Master Xie, he… he was killed by Master Qiu…"
Upon hearing this, their pupils contracted.
"What?"
…
"Your courtyard is just as it was before!"
In front of an aged quadrangle house, a young man and woman stood hand in hand.
"Mhm! After Brother Ming left, this courtyard never changed!" Yan Yinluo looked at the young man beside her, a slight smile on her lips, her beautiful eyes filled with reminiscence. Here lay their shared memories. From acquaintance to knowing each other. From knowing each other to becoming familiar. But just as their relationship was about to deepen, the boy in her memory disappeared. How many times had she stood at the courtyard gate, longing for a figure to return. But all she received was the evening wind of farewell. Fortunately, four years later, she met him again. This time, the hand she held would remain forever.
"Yinluo! I'm sorry!"
Looking at the girl with slightly damp eyes beside him, Ye Ming felt a pang of heartache. Back then, he knew nothing. That's why he suddenly disappeared. Now, he understood everything. Therefore, his apology had meaning. Even though it was four years late.