That afternoon, it rained cats and dogs.
Ye Chen walked out of the old forest with Yang Tian and the rest and headed to Tiannan from the northeast. When he passed by the sky above the capital, he could not help but pause. He lowered his head and looked down at a certain spot below. His eyes flickered.
The Patriarch of Hell, who was beside him, asked immediately, "Fellow Ye, what's wrong?"
With Ye Chen's help, he had already stabilized his cultivation base. Even the exhausted Divine Soul had recovered completely.
"Nothing, I sensed a familiar aura!"
Ye Chen frowned slightly and subsequently looked at the Patriarch of Hell, "Patriarch, protect them and wait for me here for a few minutes. I'll be back soon!"
With that, he immediately descended.
At this moment, the capital was raining heavily. Both sides of the streets were covered in deep rainwater. There were two or three figures rushing home on the road. It was very quiet.
In a bar in the eastern suburbs of the capital, it was bustling with noise and excitement. Countless screams and roars came from inside.
The bar was called Night Bar. It was at most an ordinary bar in the eastern suburbs of the capital. However, in recent days, it had overshadowed other bars.
It was because other than the booth and dance floor, there was another facility in the bar — the arena!
The owner of the bar had specially set up an arena and invited many people to fight on it. The scene of fists hitting flesh caused the bar to be filled with people every day.
In the huge arena.
At this moment, a man in his thirties was being beaten to the point of retreating. The man was covered in blood, and his left foot was limping.
His opponent was a sinister young man in black. The corner of the young man's mouth was filled with a cruel smile. His fists tore through the air and landed solidly on the crippled man.
From the beginning to the end, the crippled man did not make a single sound. Every time he was knocked down, he would stand up with all his might, as if he was an indestructible iron man.
"Beat him to death. Beat that cripple to death. I'll bet one million, no, ten million. If you win, it'll be yours!"
"Hehe, don't underestimate that cripple. I heard that he was once a rear admiral of China's navy, the famous Yan Nanfei!"
"…
Countless people were standing outside the arena, crazily shouting at the arena. Some people kept throwing money on the arena, their faces full of bloodlust.
Ye Chen squeezed into the crowd and lifted his eyes to look at the ring. He could not help but squint when his eyes landed on the crippled young man.
Yan Nanfei!
He used to be a rear admiral of the Chinese Navy, an upright and hot-blooded pillar of the country. At a young age, he had intimidated enemies from all directions!
Not only that, but he, Li Yunxiao, Han Qinhu, and the rest were Ye Chen's few friends in the capital!
Never had Ye Chen thought that he would end up like this.
While he was in a daze, the malicious-looking man on the stage punched Yan Nanfei's face viciously. A line of blood appeared in the air, and Yan Nanfei's body fell heavily off the stage.
Under that punch, his brow bone was completely ruptured, and a ghastly sight to behold, fresh blood flowed out incessantly, scaring the onlookers into retreating subconsciously.
He subconsciously wanted to stand up, but the malicious-looking man on the stage took a step forward and stepped on him. He looked down at him and said, "You're too weak. A rear admiral of the Chinese Navy? That's all you've got!
Y-You can insult me! "
Yan Nanfei twisted his body with all his might. Blood was foaming from his mouth as he glared at him, "But n-you can't insult the M-Navy!"
"Trash, you're rebelling!"
The malicious-looking man stomped on his face fiercely, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his lips, "You're not the only one who's trash. All the cultivators in China are trash, especially that so-called China No. 1, Mad Southern Ye!
That Ye guy died early and didn't fall into my hands. Otherwise, I would definitely let him know what it means to live a life worse than death! "
However, he realized that Yan Nanfei was looking at him with disdain. That gaze seemed to be mocking an arrogant person.
Du Qiang flew into a rage out of humiliation, "Trash, what's with that look?
You think you're worthy of mentioning Y-Supreme Ye? "
Yan Nanfei mocked weakly, "When Y-Supreme Ye was still alive, y-your so-called geniuses of Shang Santian were just a joke!"
Bang!
Du Qiang kicked him hard in the chest, "Tell me, the China No. 1, Mad Southern Ye, is trash, dog sh * t, trash. Otherwise, I'll kill you right now!"
This kick immediately caused Yan Nanfei to spit blood and roll his eyes. However, he opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of blood at Du Qiang. His disdain became even more obvious.
Although Du Qiang easily avoided the bloody foam, the anger on his face became even more intense. "Trash, since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish today!"
With that, he stepped on Yan Nanfei's head!
As a beginner-stage martial venerable, Yan Nanfei was only a top-notch master. If he stepped on him, his head would definitely explode!
However, Yan Nanfei closed his eyes calmly and laughed out loud, "Supreme Ye, I'm useless. I was unable to help when your Ye family was destroyed. Today, I'll apologize to you!"
However, at the next moment!
He suddenly felt that the foot did not step on him. Instead, a warm and smelly liquid splashed on his face!
It was blood!
Yan Nanfei was confused …
At this moment, he heard an extremely shrill scream, "Ahhh, my foot, my foot!!!"
Yan Nanfei immediately opened his eyes. The scene that greeted him shocked him. He saw that Du Qiang's left foot that was stepping on him had exploded from his waist down!
Flesh and blood splattered everywhere!
As for Du Qiang himself, he fell to the ground. His face was deathly pale, and he let out a shrill scream.
Whoosh …
This sudden and incomparably bloody scene immediately caused many people to take a few steps back. Then, their scalps went numb as they looked at the scene before them.
No one saw what was going on clearly. The only thing they saw was that Du Qiang's foot suddenly exploded just as it was about to step on Yan Nanfei's head.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
Several figures with powerful auras quickly rushed down from the second floor of the bar. The leader was a middle-aged man with a hawk-like gaze.
The middle-aged man looked around before his gaze finally landed on Du Qiang. His pupils constricted, "Du Qiang, who hurt you?"
"I-I don't know!"
Du Qiang's face twitched, "But the culprit must be hiding in the crowd. Second Uncle, you must find him and kill him for me. Kill him!"
"Who is it? Who dares to hurt Du Qiang? "
The middle-aged man's face darkened. He looked around coldly with killing intent, "Come out if you have the guts. I want to see who it is!"
"Boom …"
The expressions of the people around them changed completely. They retreated in unison, afraid that they would be implicated.
As they retreated, a thin figure slowly appeared in everyone's line of sight.
The other party did not move at all. His gaze was as cold as a knife.
The moment he saw the other party clearly, Yan Nanfei, who was lying on the ground on his last breath, was stunned at first. Then, his face flushed red.
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