Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Family Wang Makes a Move
"Ye Mo, I, Wang Xiu, swear that I will never forgive you! Dad, you have to avenge me. If not for him, I wouldn't have been beaten up so badly by Mad Dog … "
At Family Wang's side courtyard.
When Wang Xiu's lackeys carried him home with his bones shattered, the entire Family Wang was shaken. Wang Xiu's talent was considered outstanding in the Family Wang and he was the target of Family Wang's nurturing.
But now, not only had Wang Xiu been beaten, but his balls had also been shattered in front of everyone. This wasn't just a great humiliation for Wang Xiu, it also made Family Wang a laughingstock.
It was said that some people who were hostile to Family Wang had given Wang Xiu a nickname: Broken Balls King! This didn't just infuriate Wang Xiu. Family Wang was even more infuriated.
At that moment, Wang Xiu's father was standing in front of Wang Xiu's bed and consoling him fiercely. "Son, don't worry. Family Wang is a powerful force in the City of Divine Monarchs. No one will bully you and you will be able to live a carefree life. However, we can't exact revenge on Mad Dog!"
Although it was Mad Dog who had broken Wang Xiu's bones and crushed his balls, Mad Dog was still a member of the Deathmatch Arena. No matter how powerful Family Wang was, it was like an ant compared to an elephant when compared to the Deathmatch Arena and the Deathmatch Palace behind it.
This was also why Wang Xiu hated Ye Fei the most. If Ye Fei had gotten someone else to beat him up, Wang Xiu would have accepted it. At worst, he would have found an opportunity to seek revenge in the future. However, Ye Fei had hired Mad Dog from the Deathmatch Arena, so Wang Xiu could only hold back his anger.
"Dad, I want you to capture that demon Ye Fei and bring him to me in three days. I want to personally return the pain I suffered a hundredfold, no, a thousandfold!" Wang Xiu's gaze was extremely vicious. It was unknown whether it was because of the broken egg, but Wang Xiu's voice was filled with a feminine intent.
Then, Wang Xiu remembered that after his balls were crushed, one of the lackeys actually undid his belt in front of everyone to check his injuries. He even seemed to have touched it. Wang Xiu's feminine voice suddenly became sharp.
Even though he knew that the lackey was worried about his injury and wanted to curry favor with him, Wang Xiu still couldn't tolerate such a thing.
"Men, drag that bastard Wang San out. Beat him to death, then throw him out to feed the dogs!" Wang Xiu's vicious voice came from inside the house.
Hearing this voice, the Wang Family's father's expression became extremely ugly. Although he had many children, Wang Xiu was the only one who was successful. Therefore, no matter what Wang Xiu did outside, Wang Family's father wouldn't blame him. Now that Wang Xiu had suffered a great humiliation, Wang Family's father was even more furious.
"Men!"
Father Wang clapped his hands. Immediately, five Lord Of Heaven level experts with cold auras appeared around him. They were all Family Wang's trusted men of sacrifice. "Within three days, find an opportunity to capture Ye Fei and bring him to my son. How dare he hurt my son? I will make him suffer a fate worse than death!"
The five men of sacrifice nodded and disappeared into the air silently.
Father Wang thought about it, but he still couldn't vent his anger. After all, the conflict between Wang Xiu and Ye Fei had not started because of Bai Yanran, but because of Yan Bing.
"If it wasn't for Yan Bing, how could that country bumpkin enter Lord Pan's Palace and have a conflict with my son? Men, quickly go to the Yan Residence and ask them to bring Yan Bing to Family Wang immediately. Let my son deal with him personally!"
One of Family Wang's stewards rushed to the Yan Residence. But very quickly, this steward returned with great terror. "Old Master, something bad has happened. The Yan Clan was destroyed by the Deathmatch Arena last night!"
Father Wang was puzzled. "Why would the Arena of Death want to destroy the Yan Residence?"
"It's said that the Yan Family detained Yan Bing and angered Demon Lord Ye. In a fit of rage, Demon Lord Ye requested the Death Arena to send out troops and directly annihilate the Yan Family. Right now, the entire eastern region of the City of Gods is discussing this matter," said the steward with lingering fear.
When Father Wang heard this, he almost fainted from shock. "What did you say? That Demon Ye can actually ask the Arena of Death to destroy the Yan Residence … Isn't he a country bumpkin? Oh no, those men of sacrifice … "
Father Wang's limbs suddenly turned cold.
At the same time.
In the Arena of Death, Ye Fei had just finished his cultivation when he saw Xiao Cao driving the dragon turtle around him. Every time the dragon turtle stopped, Xiao Cao would whip it, causing it to cry out in pain. It looked so pitiful that Ye Fei couldn't help but sympathize with it. He was extremely puzzled.
"The dragon turtle isn't fat now. It doesn't seem to be at the point where it has to be forced to lose weight. Besides, Xiao Cao, don't you like the dragon turtle's round appearance?" Ye Fei walked over and hugged Xiao Cao. Only then did the dragon turtle shed a tear of sadness as if it had been freed. It then raised a sign to tell Ye Fei that Xiao Cao wasn't forcing it to lose weight, but was forcing it to cultivate its beast spirit.
"Squeak squeak!"
Xiao Cao also nodded repeatedly, expressing that Xiao Cao didn't like the dragon turtle's fat appearance anymore. Instead, he liked the dragon turtle's appearance after it cultivated its beast spirit. After all, beast spirits were shiny and Xiao Cao didn't have much resistance towards shiny things.
Ye Fei finally understood why the dragon turtle was so sad. After all, only Vicious Beasts could cultivate their beast spirit unconsciously. Furthermore, only one out of a million Vicious Beasts could give birth to a beast spirit. For someone like the dragon turtle who was lazy and gluttonous to eat, it would be a miracle if it could cultivate a beast spirit.
Of course, knowing this was one thing. It was rare for Xiao Cao to be so obsessed with shiny things. Ye Fei didn't want to dispel Xiao Cao's confidence. Therefore, Ye Fei sympathetically gave Xiao Cao an idea. As long as the dragon turtle didn't cultivate its beast spirit, it wouldn't be allowed to eat magnetite.
The dragon turtle rolled its eyes the moment it heard this idea. It turned around and ran away on the spot. It even ran towards Yan Bing's room.
After a few days of recuperation, Yan Bing's injuries were no longer a problem. Today was also the day she would leave the City of Divine Kings and head to the Death Battle Palace to cultivate. When she saw the dragon turtle running out in a hurry, Yan Bing's eyes immediately turned red. She hugged the dragon turtle and said, "Little turtle, I'm going to the Death Battle Palace. Why don't you come with me?"
The dragon turtle's eyelids twitched. It looked at Yan Bing and then looked at Ye Fei who was walking behind it. Suddenly, the dragon turtle stuck out its tongue and licked Yan Bing's face. Then, it turned around and quickly returned to Ye Fei's side. It even rubbed against Ye Fei's trouser leg in a fawning manner.
With a ripping sound, Ye Fei's trouser leg was torn and a piece of white flesh was exposed. Ye Fei and Xiao Cao's faces darkened at the same time.
However, Yan Bing burst out laughing. Then, she looked at Ye Fei with fiery eyes and suddenly ran towards Ye Fei.
Ye Fei sighed helplessly. Parting was always sad. Yan Bing was at her weakest now. If she really wanted to hug Ye Fei, Ye Fei really couldn't find a reason to reject her.
Therefore, Ye Fei decided to sacrifice himself and let Yan Bing hug him. However, Yan Bing avoided him and hugged the dragon turtle again. She even kissed the dragon turtle's head fiercely. "Little turtle, wait for me. I will definitely come back! Ye Fei, take care! "
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