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Chapter 60 Ye Fan, the God of Slaughter [Requesting votes and to continue reading]

"Elder Ling, can you tell what level of cultivation that young man possesses?"

On the top of a high-rise building in Wutan City, Xiao Xun'er gazed at Ye Fan, who was displaying great power in the backyard of the Jia Lie family, and softly asked a blurry black-clad figure shrouded in shadow beside her.

"Reporting to Miss, this old servant cannot discern any battle aura fluctuations in him, yet his physique is exceptionally robust, like that of a demonic beast. His blood energy is abundant and his strength is boundless. Ordinary weapons cannot harm him; they can easily twist him into a pretzel. This is truly bizarre, as if... he does not cultivate battle aura, but rather a physical training method based on blood energy. However, this is merely this old servant's speculation, and I cannot be certain."

Ling Ying, the weakest Dou Huang among the ancient clans, responded respectfully.

Xiao Xun'er nodded slightly. "What about their identities? Have you made any progress in the investigation?"

"This old servant is incompetent. The two of them seemed to appear out of thin air. There were no clues at all. All we know is that they accompanied Young Master Xiao Yan as they walked out from the back mountain of the Xiao family."

"..."

Standing high, Xiao Xun'er could see far. On the intricate streets of Wutan City, two groups of people, holding torches high, were rapidly approaching the "dragon pearl" of the Jia Lie family from two different directions, like two fiery dragons under the night sky.

On one side is the Obama family, and on the other side is the Xiao family, who are looking to see if there are any bargains they can get.

This scene brought a faint smile to Xiao Xun'er's lips. "I'm afraid even Uncle Xiao himself didn't expect that this time it's far more than just picking up a little bit of advantage."

Ling Ying nodded with a strange expression. "I wonder where Young Master Xiao Yan found these two freakish helpers. Their methods are so bizarre, I've never heard of them before..."

……

The Obama family's support finally arrived belatedly after most of the day, shouting slogans like "Brother Jia Lie, your little brother is here to help you!" They rushed through the gate, the front yard, the middle yard, and into the back courtyard.

As soon as they stepped into the back courtyard, the first few who rushed in almost wet themselves. The courtyard was littered with corpses, heads rolling everywhere, blood flowing like rivers, and many people had been cut in half at the waist. Filth was everywhere, emitting a disgusting and pungent smell. The scene was as terrifying as a hellish landscape.

"Click!"

In the center of the courtyard, a figure expressionlessly snapped the neck of the last person with his own hands, his icy gaze suddenly falling upon them.

The sharp, cold gaze, coupled with the still-warm bones at his feet, created an atmosphere that was too bloody and oppressive, as if the air had been sucked out, making it difficult to breathe.

The numerous figures who had already squeezed into the Obama family's courtyard were intimidated by this gaze, and they involuntarily took a few steps back. Their Adam's apples bobbed up and down, and the sound of swallowing saliva filled the air. Cold sweat poured down their foreheads.

Nima!

Could he have slaughtered the entire Jia Lie family all by himself in such a short time?

What kind of ruthless monster is this?!

Obapa's eyelids twitched wildly. He had no idea that the Gallie family had provoked such a killing god. He must have been incredibly foolish to bring people to their aid; he was just asking for trouble.

His lips trembled and moved, "Retreat...retreat..."

"Did I tell you to leave?!"

Ye Fan's expression was indifferent. A page of golden book spun rapidly in his palm. With a single sentence, he intimidated the nearly one hundred members of the Obama family who were itching to make a move, and they gently put their feet back down.

"Which family are you from?" Ye Fan asked in a low voice. There were three major families in Wutan City, and he was a little afraid of killing the wrong person and not being able to explain it to Brother Kadian.

"We belong to the Obama family, and we have always been sworn enemies with the Gallagher family!"

Obapa replied with a smirk, "I saw a battle taking place here and thought I'd come to lend a hand to the heroes, but I'm a step too late..."

It sounds nice, but Ye Fan isn't stupid.

"The Obama family, right...?"

Password correct!

Ye Fan's indifferent face suddenly broke into a grin. He controlled the golden book with his hand, pointed his fingertips forward, and the next second, the golden book that was spinning in his palm turned into a golden thread and shot out.

Obapa was already on guard. His pupils contracted and his figure flashed, narrowly missing Jin Shu. However, his clansmen behind him were unlucky. Seven or eight of them were cleaved in two on the spot, their figures falling like wheat being harvested. Among them was even an elderly Grand Master elder of the Obapa family.

Even a Grand Master was instantly killed!

"Retreat! Go back and lead your people to safety!" Obapa roared, his eyes bloodshot, as his battle aura condensed into armor. Then... he scaled the wall and fled!

The remaining elites of the Obama family, as if waking from a dream, turned and ran in panic. Unlike the Jia Lie family, they did not need to buy time for the elderly, weak, women and children. At this moment, they were very decisive and had no regrets. The nearly one hundred people decisively split into two groups and fled in two directions. They all wished they had two more legs.

Ye Fan frowned. He was alone and faced with three separate escape routes, he was overwhelmed. After thinking for a moment, he decided to chase after Obaba in the direction he had fled. He decided to capture the leader first and deal with the rest later.

the other side.

One of the Obama family's elite troops, fleeing in disarray, ran right into the Xiao family's forces who had arrived. After a brief moment of surprise, both sides immediately began fighting. Enemies meeting are bound to be furious, and the Xiao family was mercilessly beating a dog that had fallen into the water.

The only remaining force of the Obama family was also blocked by a tall, slender young man dressed in black.

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Lu Xian stood expressionless in the middle of the street, leaning on a large ruler in one hand, watching the dozens of people rushing towards him with torches, and raised an eyebrow.

"Get out of my way!" A fighter from the Obama family shouted angrily from afar.

"Tsk! You're afraid of Ye Hei, but aren't you afraid of me?!"

He raised the long ruler and held it horizontally in front of him. Lu Xian sneered and quickly swept his left hand across the ruler. Dazzling milky-white symbols were continuously lit up on the ruler, and his soul power was poured into it like flowing water.

"Flame Divide - Wave-Eating Ruler!"

The black ruler suddenly swept forward, a nearly ten-meter-long crescent-shaped streak, like an indestructible guillotine, bursting forth from its tip and fiercely crashing into the crowd, utterly devastating, with nothing able to stop it, and no one able to withstand its sharpness.

In an instant, a deafening explosion occurred that could be heard throughout most of Wutan City. Large numbers of people were blasted more than ten meters into the air and crashed onto the hard paved ground like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

The power of a low-level fighting skill depends entirely on the user's strength and the amount of fighting spirit consumed. Of course, soul power and fighting spirit are essentially the same concept.

This time, the power of the Flame Devouring Wave Ruler was at least three times that of Lu Xian's first attempt, almost draining all the soul power from his body. It was something that these Obama family lackeys could not withstand.

"Brother Lu is awesome!" Xiao Yan shouted, giving a thumbs-up from the rooftop.

"Just a casual remark," Lu Xian waved his hand dismissively, then discreetly swallowed three Qi-restoring pills. "Stop slacking off. Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare rest like you. Come with me to finish them off!"

"Okay!"

Huo Huo might be a bit weak in a fight, but he's definitely good at finishing off opponents!

The two quickly charged toward the dozen or so survivors of the Obama family who were barely clinging to life.

"Oops!"

(End of this chapter)