Chapter 6626
You overestimate yourself and underestimate me
Then, Xiao Chen glanced at Yang Lie, whose face was as pale as paper and whose legs were shaking like sieves. A mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly: "Bringing two high-level Tianhe Realm and two peak Tianhe Realm masters, you think highly of me. What a pity..."
He paused, a trace of contempt and ridicule flashed in his eyes, as if he was mocking the stupidity and overestimation of Yang Lie and others, "You treat me as a soft persimmon that can be easily manipulated. You overestimate yourself and underestimate me. You think you can trample me under your feet with such a small number of people. It's just wishful thinking!"
Yang Lie felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His legs went limp and he fell heavily to his knees on the ground with a plop.
The veins on his forehead bulged like hideous earthworms. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, mixing with tears and blurring his vision.
His face was filled with fear, his eyes were wide open, filled with despair and pleading, his lips trembled, he wanted to say something, but only uttered unclear words: "I...I...! Please have mercy! I will leave immediately and never dare to set foot in the ancient city again in my life! I am willing to give you all my property, just please spare my life!"
His voice was trembling badly, as if he would die at any moment, and tears were streaming down his face. He no longer had the arrogance and dominance he had before.
At this moment, he was like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. His former majesty was gone, leaving only endless fear and humiliation.
He never thought that Xiao Chen would be so terrifying and powerful beyond his imagination.
In his original idea, Xiao Chen was at most at the peak of Tianhe Realm. He brought two masters at the peak of Tianhe Realm, plus two high-level Tianhe Realm powerhouses, which should be more than enough to deal with Xiao Chen.
But the reality slapped him hard in the face. Not only did the four of them fail to hurt Xiao Chen at all, but they were beaten so badly and completely wiped out. How could he accept this?
His heart was filled with regret and fear, and he only hoped that Xiao Chen would show mercy and spare his life.
Xiao Chen had a stern expression as he slowly squatted down. His knees made a slight muffled sound when they touched the ground, which was particularly clear in the silent night.
He raised his head slightly and looked at Yang Lie, who was slumped on the ground. His eyes were as cold as a knife, as if they could penetrate Yang Lie's soul and reach the deepest fear in his heart.
His voice was terrifyingly calm, without a single ripple, just like the extremely suppressed silence before a storm. Every word seemed to carry a thousand-pound force, hitting Yang Lie's heart heavily: "How many people in the Yang family knew about what happened today?"
Yang Lie was like a drowning man who suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw. His originally dull eyes instantly lit up. He screamed at the top of his voice, “The whole clan knows about this! The clan elders and uncles all know about this! If you kill me, the entire Yang family will come out in full force. You won’t have an easy life! They won’t let you go!”
His voice became sharp and piercing with fear and despair, like the last wail of a beast cornered into a corner.
His body was shaking uncontrollably, his hands were tightly grasping the ground, and the gaps between his nails were filled with dirt, as if this could make him feel more secure.
Hearing this, Xiao Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly and chuckled.
The laughter seemed particularly abrupt in the silent night, carrying a creepy chill.
He slowly stood up and pointed at four bodies lying on the ground. The bodies were twisted or mutilated. Blood was flowing on the ground, gathering into shocking pools of blood.
"I can send even the peak of Tianhe Realm to hell, so why would I be afraid of taking your life?" His voice was still calm, but full of disdain and ridicule. "Do you think the Yang family would still want to sit down and negotiate with me now? From the moment you sent people to provoke me, there was no turning back. The Yang family will not let go of today's grudge, so how can I let them go? I will slowly settle this account with them one by one."
Despair instantly overwhelmed Yang Xiong like a surging tide. He felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body and he collapsed to the ground.
His eyes became lifeless, staring blankly at the dark night sky, as if all his fear and unwillingness were hidden there.
His lips trembled slightly, and he muttered to himself in a voice so weak that it was almost inaudible, as if he was expressing the regret and despair in his heart.
The park was terribly quiet at this moment, as if time had stopped at this moment.
Only Xiao Chen's cold voice echoed slowly in the air, like the verdict of the god of death, causing Yang Xiong's heart to sink into an endless abyss bit by bit.
Dead!
These three words kept circling in Yang Xiong's mind, unable to be shaken off.
He seemed to come to his senses suddenly and sat down on the ground with a thud. His face was as white as paper without a trace of blood.
He stared at Xiao Chen intently, the hatred in his eyes almost overflowing, as if he wanted to eat Xiao Chen alive.
"I really underestimated you. It was me who harmed them. I deserve to die!"
He yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice full of self-blame and despair, "But do you think you can rest easy after killing us? Don't dream! Even if you are a peak Tianhe Realm expert, in the eyes of the Yang family, you are just a small ant! The Yang family will never let you go, you are dead!"
His body was shaking violently with anger and fear, his hands were clenched into fists, his nails dug deeply into his palms, blood was slowly flowing down between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.
Xiao Chen casually put his hands in his trouser pockets, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, casting a slender and steady shadow under the dim street lights.
He looked calm and composed, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. There was a bit of playfulness and mockery hidden in that smile, as if everything in front of him was just a farce for his entertainment.
"It seems like there is no hope for you. You are still stubborn even when you are about to die."
He spoke slowly, his voice neither hurried nor slow, but with an unquestionable sense of oppression, "In this case, satisfy my curiosity. How many strong people are there in the Yang family? This will also give me a rough idea of how powerful this so-called 'behemoth' of the Yang family is."
Yang Xiong seemed to be forced into a desperate situation. He gave up completely and suddenly raised his head. His eyes were wide open and red like an angry rabbit's eyes, covered with dense bloodshot, as if they were about to spit fire.
He yelled at the top of his lungs, "Twelve Tianhe Realm peak warriors and three Tianren Realm beings! This lineup can crush you into powder! If you kill us today, the Yang family will definitely send out all their forces, and you won't be able to escape even if you have wings! Just wait to be devoured by the Yang family's wrath!" (End of this chapter)