A crescent moon hung high in the sky. The silver moonlight shone down on Ye Xuan, making him look like an immortal under the moonlight.
Under the moonlight, Ye Xuan walked slowly on the snowy ground. His expression was calm and his eyes were calm. He was unmoved by the fact that Liu Jundie and the rest had been severely injured.
Ye Xuan had always been merciless and ruthless.
However, facing Liu Jundie and the rest today, Ye Xuan had held back. It was not that he could not bear it, but there were some things that were better left unsaid.
Although he was an immortal cultivator and was known as the Undying Heavenly Lord, he was still a citizen of the Great Xia. It was this land that gave birth to him, so he did not want to be on the opposite side of the Great Xia.
Today, Ye Xuan had displayed some of his strength. He was telling the people in charge of the Wu An Agency that he, Ye Xuan, was not an ordinary person. They could not use any restrictions to restrain him.
If the other party could understand Ye Xuan's intentions, then nothing would happen. However, if the other party did not know when to back down and insisted on targeting him, then Ye Xuan would have no choice but to show them what true terror was.
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Lilac Building, Beichuan Group.
Wu Jun sat on the sofa with an ugly expression on his face. More than ten subordinates stood beside him. None of them dared to breathe too loudly, afraid of offending Wu Jun.
"Boss, Li Zongshan just called to ask about the progress of the matter." One of his subordinates said cautiously to Wu Jun.
"Tell him that the Wu An Agency is already involved in this matter. If he wants Ye Xuan's life, let him do it himself." Wu Jun's face was dark and his voice was cold.
"Then … then should we return the one hundred million that we accepted from Li Zongshan?"
Bam!
Wu Jun raised his hand and slapped him, sending him flying. The suppressed anger in his heart finally exploded.
"When has Lao Tzu ever returned the money he accepted?"
"Motherf * cker, now that the Martial Security Bureau is involved in this matter, they will definitely keep an eye on me. It's just a hundred million Xia dollars. Just take it as compensation for my loss." Wu Jun kept pacing back and forth. His face was extremely gloomy. It was obvious that the appearance of the Martial Security Bureau made him extremely uneasy.
"No, I have to call Big Brother. Only then can I be absolutely sure," Wu Jun muttered to himself. Then, he summoned his subordinate and said, "Go and get my phone."
As Wu Jun's voice fell, something strange happened. The dozen or so subordinates beside Wu Jun did not move at all. It was as though they had turned into wooden puppets.
This made Wu Jun furious. He said, "Are you all f * cking stupid? I told you to give me the phone …"
"Hmm?"
All of a sudden, Wu Jun's expression changed, and he could no longer continue speaking. His pupils shrunk, and a large amount of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
What did he see?
The eyes of the dozen or so subordinates lost their luster. Traces of blood spurted out from their necks. As these subordinates fell to the ground, the entire conference room was filled with an extremely thick smell of blood.
Buzz!
The void buzzed, and ripples spread out. A figure walked out of the void and looked at Wu Jun with a playful expression.
Thump thump thump!
Wu Jun felt a chill run down his spine, as though he had fallen into an abyss. When Wu Jun saw the face of the person in front of him, his eyes were wide open. There was extreme fear in his eyes. He took a few steps back and stumbled to the ground.
"It's … It's you … How could it be you …?"
Wu Jun's lips were pale, and his face was as pale as a sheet. He was completely stunned on the spot, and even the dignity of an Ancient Martial Artist did not exist.
Wu Jun could not be blamed for his reaction. It was because the way Ye Xuan appeared was too shocking. In Wu Jun's knowledge, even an Ancient Martial Arts Master could not appear out of thin air. However, Ye Xuan's body was floating in the air, and his body was emitting rays of blood-red light. This was not an Ancient Martial Artist, but an unknown existence.
"You … You're not an Ancient Martial Artist … No … This is a supernatural ability …? No … No … This is not a supernatural ability. Could it be that you are …? " Wu Jun trembled as he spoke. It was as though he had lost his mind, and an ancient legend appeared in his mind.
An ancient legend.
In the distant past, people could move mountains and fill seas. They could also fly in the sky and burrow into the ground. Such existences were collectively called Immortal Cultivators by mortals. They were above mortals and could roam freely between heaven and earth. They could easily destroy the world.
After all, legends were just legends. No one could prove whether they were true or not. However, such legends had been circulating in the world. At this moment, Wu Jun was very sure that Ye Xuan who appeared in front of him was perhaps one of those legendary figures.
"I've said before that you can't leave. You can go in peace." Ye Xuan did not care about Wu Jun's thoughts at all. He walked slowly in the void, and when he raised his palm and fingers, a misty blood-red light bloomed around him. It was as though he was going to kill Wu Jun in the next moment.
Even an ant craved for life, let alone Wu Jun.
When the terror of death struck him, Wu Jun instantly regained his senses. His face was pale as he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ye Xuan. He said, "Exalted … Exalted Immortal, don't kill me … I have money … a lot of money … Please spare my life."
"Oh?"
The blood-red light around Ye Xuan faded, and his killing intent dissipated. There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes. This made Wu Jun happy, as though he had seen the hope of survival.
Wu Jun quickly opened the safe and a black gold card appeared in his hand. His eyes were filled with great heartache. However, when he had to choose between his life and money, he still chose his own life.
"Exalted … Exalted Immortal … This Supreme Black Card has 500 million Great Xia dollars. The password is 654123. Please accept it, Exalted Immortal." As Wu Jun spoke, he directly handed the card to Ye Xuan.
When he saw Ye Xuan accept the Supreme Black Card, Wu Jun's heart was finally at ease. He felt that his life was guaranteed.
"Exalted Immortal …"
Chi!
Without waiting for Wu Jun to continue speaking, a cold glint flashed across his eyes. A chill appeared on his throat. Wu Jun was stunned. He slowly raised his hand to press on his throat, but blood spurted out uncontrollably from his neck.
"Wh … Why?" In his final moments, Wu Jun stared at Ye Xuan with a death stare. His eyes were filled with unwillingness.
"I have never promised you that I would let you live. But on account of this money, I will leave you with a complete corpse. You can die in peace."
A flash of sword light dissipated from Ye Xuan's sword finger. His voice was cold and emotionless. Without even looking at Wu Jun, he disappeared from the meeting room.
Bam!
Following Ye Xuan's departure, Wu Jun clutched at his throat. With a heart filled with unwillingness, he turned into a cold corpse and collapsed to the ground. But his eyes were wide open before he died, proving that he died with a grievance.
If you don't remove the roots of the weeds, they will grow again when the spring breeze blows. This was a principle that Ye Xuan understood very well. From the moment Wu Jun kidnapped Xia Qiu, he was already destined to die.
Ye Xuan was a person who was afraid of trouble. And all trouble came from people. Nipping trouble in the bud and killing it completely was the principle that Ye Xuan believed in.
Because only the dead could not add to his troubles.
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