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As soon as Murong Lan finished speaking, a loud "boom" came from the living room, and the whole room shook.

Xiao Yuening took a quick step and entered the hall in a few strides.

Chu Yang's face was deathly pale, and his right arm trembled slightly.

Across from him, Peng Ye had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his face looked equally grim.

Chu Lang looked like he'd seen a ghost. He hadn't expected that their clash would end in a draw, with Peng Ye even appearing to be at a slight disadvantage.

Xiao Yuening paused slightly, and his gaze toward Chu Yang became more serious.

Upon seeing this, Chu Lang shouted, "War God Xiao, the Chu family is currently cleaning house. If War God Xiao were to lend a hand in capturing this scoundrel, the Chu family would be eternally grateful."

Xiao Yuening glanced at him and then looked at Chu Yang again.

"Are you... alright?"

Chu Yang smiled calmly and put his trembling right hand behind his back.

"Will something happen to me?"

Xiao Yuening said calmly, "In the exchange just now, although you injured Peng Ye, your own qi and blood were also scattered, and you are currently unable to gather your qi. I promised to help you three times, so why don't you ask me for help today?"

Chu Yang nodded slightly.

A smug look flashed across Xiao Yuening's pretty face.

But the next second, Chu Yang's words froze the expression on her face.

"I beg you, stop thinking you're some kind of savior!"

"You!!!" Xiao Yuening's pretty face turned pale with anger.

Chu Yang pointed at Peng Ye, "You lackey, do you think you can fight me?"

The moment everyone's eyes turned to Peng Ye, he shook his head with a look of shame.

"This...how is this possible?" Chu Lang roared, his face filled with disbelief. "Peng Ye! I command you, even if you die today, you must perish together with him!"

"Young Master! That attack just now aggravated my old wounds, and I am no longer able to fight. If you insist on my death, I am willing to commit suicide to atone for my sins!"

"Useless! You piece of trash!"

After Chong Pengye roared, Chu Lang turned to Chu Yang, "Don't be so smug! I have friends in the East China Sea too. Any one of them could easily take your dog's life!"

But before he could finish speaking, Chu Yang leaped up, reached out his left hand, and aimed straight for his throat.

However, his movements were much slower than before, seemingly due to his injury.

Chu Lang was shocked that Chu Yang would dare to attack him first, and his face turned deathly pale.

Just as Chu Yang's fingertips were about to touch Chu Lang's throat, a graceful figure appeared like a shooting star in front of Chu Lang.

"stop!"

As Xiao Yuening shouted, she thrust out a palm.

She knew that Chu Yang was not in good condition, so she did not use her full strength.

But the next moment, there was a muffled "thump".

This palm strike landed squarely on Chu Yang's chest.

Chu Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backward, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

"Ah... Chu, Chu Yang..."

Xiao Yuening's delicate body trembled.

She and Chu Lang were merely acquaintances; she only intervened to prevent anyone from killing in front of her.

Chu Lang was overjoyed upon seeing this, "Thank you so much, War God Xiao! The Chu family will remember your great kindness! Leave the rest to me!"

He strode towards the listless Chu Yang.

"Hahaha, you bastard, this is your fate! Today you deserve to die by my hand."

Chu Yang seemed to have completely given up resisting.

He lay on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glared at Xiao Yuening with venomous eyes, and then looked at Chu Lang.

"My life is bad! Your life isn't necessarily any better than mine!"

As Chu Lang laughed loudly, a powerful aura of a Transformation Realm martial artist erupted from his body.

"Hahaha, you really think I'm just a weakling?"

Chu Yang's expression changed slightly. "You... you've been hiding your strength all along? Fine, very well! Since I'm going to die anyway, can you tell me how my father died ten years ago?"

Chu Lang chuckled, "You're about to die, and you still have such a strong thirst for knowledge? Telling you won't hurt!"

He crouched down, looking at the barely breathing Chu Yang with a smile, and said in a playful tone, "Back then, that bastard Chu Tian was trapped on the top of Qiongyu Peak and was eventually knocked off the cliff, ending up smashed to pieces."

Chu Yang nodded weakly. "Who pushed my father off the cliff?"

Chu Lang chuckled, "Many powerful families sent their experts back then. That bastard Chu Tian was truly an unkillable cockroach; his guts were sticking out, and he killed quite a few people. In the end, it took the combined efforts of experts from the Gu, Lin, Meng, and Yun families to finally knock him off the cliff."

A cold glint flashed in Chu Yang's eyes, as if he were filled with resentment.

Chu Lang suddenly channeled his true energy into his right hand, forming a claw with his five fingers, and slammed it down on Chu Yang's crown.

"Die!"

Chu Yang watched as the sharp claws, capable of tearing through sheet metal, slammed down before him, yet not a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

Murong Lan, who had never witnessed murder before, was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes.

Peng Ye's body trembled slightly, and his eyes became tense.

Then, in that instant, a fair hand seemed to appear out of thin air on Chu Lang's wrist.

Chu Lang felt that his powerful strike, capable of shattering monuments and breaking stones, was firmly restrained, leaving him completely unable to move.

"Xiao Zhanshen, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly contorted, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and blood kept spilling from his mouth.

He looked down at his abdomen, where Chu Yang's right hand had pierced through him, and stammered, "You...you dare..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Yang pulled outwards with his right hand.

With a "whoosh"...

Murong Lan, who had just opened her eyes to see what was going on, saw the bloody scene before her and immediately vomited uncontrollably.

Even a seasoned warrior like Xiao Yuening felt nauseous upon seeing the intestines spilled all over the ground and gagged a few times.

At this moment, Chu Yang seemed to be possessed by Yama, the King of Hell, and the expression on his face was so unpredictable that it was neither a smile nor an anger.

He pulled hard...

As the scene became even more gruesome, Chu Lang's body convulsed a few times, then he collapsed to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

The sudden and dramatic change seemed to freeze everyone present in time.

Three guards, whose injuries were less severe, struggled to their feet, wanting to go forward to help.

To everyone's surprise, Peng Ye made a move.

He moved with lightning speed, each punch aimed straight for vital points.

The three guards died on the spot.

But that wasn't all. He used his movement technique again to kill the remaining people in succession.

Each strike was swift and decisive, aimed directly at taking a life.

In the blink of an eye, all seven men, including the guard who had been slapped by Chu Yang at the beginning, were killed.

Eight people have died in what was once a perfectly good presidential suite.

Coupled with the bloody scenes, it has become a veritable hell on earth.

"Peng Ye!" Xiao Yuening shouted sternly, "What are you doing?"

Peng Ye, however, remained nonchalant, as if he had merely crushed a few ants.

"Xiao Zhanshen, I'm trying to help you out of this predicament."

Xiao Yuening immediately flew into a rage: "Nonsense! You are clearly indiscriminately killing innocent people!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a large, blood-stained hand grabbed her wrist.

She turned around warily and demanded, "Chu Yang! What are you planning to do now?"