Looking at his enemy's head at such a close distance, Yang Tian turned his body to the side. His shoulders could not stop shaking.
He only turned around a long while later and looked at Ye Chen in gratitude. He spat out two words in all seriousness, "Thanks, brother!"
Nobody knew that he had too many emotions when he said that.
Before this, he had gone through too much. His wife had died a tragic death, and his son's life was in danger at any time. However, his enemy was living freely, and he had to suck up to his enemy despite the humiliation.
Things were different now. His enemy was killed, his son was saved, and he was reunited with his old brother. He felt much more at ease now.
Ye Chen glanced at the people below expressionlessly. The people held their heads down and dared not look at him. They dared not even breathe loudly as they were afraid that this devil had not killed enough.
Frowning, Ye Chen took a deep breath in. He sank his Qi into his dantian and roared with all his might.
A roar that sounded like a dragon's roar exploded from his mouth. It was extremely powerful.
However, it did not harm the buildings around at all. Instead, everyone's body went limp, and they fell one after another.
Yang Tian's expression changed. "Xiao Yezi, you …"
"Don't worry. I didn't kill them. I only erased part of their memories. They won't remember what happened tonight when they wake up," Ye Chen said while smiling.
The Eight Heavenly Dragon's Music that he had performed earlier was a cultivation method that targeted one's God's soul.
Although Ye Chen's cultivation base was not high at the moment, it was not a problem for him to erase a mortal's memory.
Yang Tian was relieved. Ye Chen walked to Ding Lei's body and picked up the few boxes of cash. He then walked out of the boxing ring with Yang Tian.
As he snapped his fingers, the lights in the boxing ring, including the cameras, shattered.
The lights in the arena, including the cameras, were all shattered.
…
At Yang Tian's house.
Ye Chen placed Ding Lei's head before Yang Tian's wife's memorial tablet. He only turned his head to look at Yang Tian behind him after burning three joss sticks.
"Don't you want to ask me why I became so powerful? Don't you want to ask me why I didn't even blink when I killed people? "
"I don't!"
Yang Tian passed him a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff. His eyes revealed a hint of trust. "You are my brother. No matter what you become, no matter what you go through, you will always be my brother!"
Ye Chen nodded and thought to himself that the Yang Tian from the past was back. He asked after a few seconds of silence, "What do you plan to do next?"
"I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll take Haohao back to the countryside to see my parents. They miss him a lot." Yang Tian shook his head and looked at his son's room with a guilty expression.
His son had grown up and had yet to see his grandparents. How could he not feel ashamed?
Ye Chen thought about it and said, "Why don't you help me? I have a company now. It's a cosmetics company, but I'm planning to turn it into a pharmaceutical company. You can start from the position of deputy general manager! "
"You started a company?"
Yang Tian was shocked again. He smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid I can't. If I bankrupt the company, I …"
"If I say you can do it, then you can do it. You can be the Deputy General Manager first. I'll have Gao Hong guide you."
Ye Chen frowned. "That's it. I'll send you the company's address later. Go there directly when you're done with your work.
Oh yeah, remember to bury that thing after you're done paying respects to sister-in-law. I don't want to scare my godson! "
Ye Chen left after saying that.
…
At an unknown mountain in the northwest.
There was a run-down Taoist temple in a relatively quiet place. There was a bunch of grape trees before the Taoist temple, and there was a rattan chair under the grape trees.
A sloppy old Taoist priest was lying on the rattan chair like he was paralyzed. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that the old Taoist priest's aura was extremely weak.
Meanwhile, there was an oil lamp under his feet. The light was flickering as if it would go out at any time.
A young man in white stood before the old Taoist priest. He was only 17 or 18 years old. He carried a broken sword on his back and looked at the old Taoist priest quietly.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The old Taoist priest coughed twice. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his lips, but there was a smile on his face. "Hey, Jian brat, I'm dying. Can't you call me Master?"
"Don't worry. I'll avenge you." The young man in white was a man of few words. There was no expression on his face at all.
In this world, it had no master or friends. It only had its master. They were both servants and friends. Its master had brought it along when he was still on Qi Refinement.
Within 3,000 years, the man and the sword had conquered thousands of worlds and eventually conquered the immortal world. It was given the name Unparalleled, which was also known as the Heavenly Emperor Sword!
Its master knew the sword, he knew it!
It knew its master too!
However, the rebel was too powerful. Its master extracted its consciousness from the Heavenly Emperor Sword at the critical moment. He wanted to send it to the lower realm to be reincarnated as he did not want it to die for him.
That day, it released a monstrous sword intent and wailed. It destroyed its own body to protect its master!
That day, it fell into a coma. When it woke up, it realized that it had come to this world and had a body by chance.
However, its master was not here!
It wanted to look for its master!
It wanted to protect the dignity of the sword path!
If it was anyone else, they would definitely be driven to death by its words. However, the old Taoist priest laughed heartily. His laughter was filled with relief, calmness, and satisfaction.
"Great!
"You don't have to erect a monument for me after I die!
"However, you have to observe mourning for me for three months. You're not allowed to leave the mountain for three months!"
The young man in white said calmly, "Alright!"
The old Taoist priest's face turned red. It was a sign that he was dying. He used all his strength to lift his head and look at the young man beside him.
He seemed to be murmuring, "I picked you up at the foot of Mount Tai half a month ago. I realized that you were born with a clear heart of the sword. You're a good seedling that knows how to practice the sword, so I brought you back!
"What a pity. What a pity that you're not willing to acknowledge me as your master. You think that my sword technique is inferior to your master's.
"I know you have an extraordinary background, but don't be careless. This world is not as simple as you think!"
As the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he fell back onto the rattan chair. His arms fell to the ground, and his eyes slowly closed. There was a trace of regret at the corner of his mouth.
The oil lamp went out all of a sudden.
The young man in white fell into silence for a moment. He knelt hard on the ground and kowtowed three times in all seriousness.
"This is the ceremony to acknowledge you as my master and also to show my filial piety. I'll avenge you three months later!"
A drop of tear fell from the corner of the young man's eye. It then dripped onto the ground, and the sound was unusually clear.
The young man lifted his head to look at the moon. His eyes were like stars. "Master, where exactly are you?"
…
At the foot of Shiwan Mountain.
A middle-aged man with a rough look ran down the wheat field. Although it was night time, it was like he was running on flat ground.
"You killed my junior brother. I'll avenge him!"
"Mr. Ye, I'm here!"
"I, Gu Fan, have been training hard for 40 winters and summers. It's time for me to come out. I hope that you won't disappoint me!"
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