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"Heh."

Facing the three thousand Black Tiger Guards, Ye Beichen showed no fear.

To capture the bandits, first capture their leader!

He took a step forward, like a rocket, charging into the crowd, carving a path of life and death, and appeared directly in front of Zhang Heihu, grabbing his neck and subduing him instantly.

"You..."

Zhang Heihu trembled all over, completely stunned.

He was also an Earth-Rank Martial Artist, yet at this moment, he had no power to resist and was subdued by Ye Beichen.

Ye Beichen coldly commanded, "Tell your men to get out of the hotel, or you die."

"Heh, the Black Tiger Guards never retreat!" As one of the thirty Imperial Guard Commanders under the King of Jiangnan, how could Zhang Heihu be threatened by a single sentence from Ye Beichen?

"Are you sure?" Ye Beichen's voice turned icy.

Zhang Heihu felt a terrifying killing intent, a chill running from his soles to the top of his head.

Yet even so, he didn't believe Ye Beichen would really dare to kill him, and stubbornly said, "I'm sure."

"Crack."

A crisp sound!

Almost simultaneously with Zhang Heihu's voice, the leader of the Black Tiger Guards had his throat crushed, his body collapsing lifelessly.

"Brother Heihu!!!"

Zhao Erchen was so frightened he nearly died from shock, his eyes bulging out.

The other members of the Zhao Family gasped in horror.

"Hiss—!"

The entire hotel lobby was filled with the sound of people sucking in cold breaths, and all the wealthy elites present retreated in fear.

Zhang Heihu!

This was Zhang Heihu!

One of the King of Jiangnan's trusted aides, who dominated Jiangnan, a figure who commanded respect and fear.

And he died just like that? His throat crushed by Ye Beichen, dying without causing a ripple.

"Commander Heihu!!!"

The three thousand Black Tiger Guards roared in anger, their bloodlust surging, their voices echoing like thunder in the hotel lobby. They gritted their teeth, ready to tear Ye Beichen apart.

"Anyone who steps forward will meet the same fate as Zhang Heihu." Ye Beichen's voice was cold, his gaze even colder, as he stepped on Zhang Heihu's head, looking down on everyone.

Even in death, Zhang Heihu's expression remained one of terror, shock, regret, and disbelief!

He never expected Ye Beichen to be so insane, to actually crush his throat.

The three thousand Black Tiger Guards, not a single one dared to move.

Ye Beichen's words alone scared them into retreat!

"Get out!"

Ye Beichen shouted, unleashing a terrifying surge of internal force.

The Black Tiger Guards in the front row bled from their ears and noses, collapsing to the ground.

The morale of the three thousand was shattered by Ye Beichen's shout! Like a defeated army, the three thousand Black Tiger Guards fled the hotel like deserters, disappearing from everyone's sight.

"Brother Beichen..."

Zhou Ruoyu's mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, her eyes filled with admiration.

Silence reigned!

Ye Beichen, like a grim reaper, stared at Zhao Erchen and said, "Whose orders were you following to hunt me down? And whose men were the martial artists who attacked my home that day?"

"I... I... I don't know." Zhao Erchen was terrified, shaking his head repeatedly.

"Then you can die."

Ye Beichen uttered, and with his imposing presence, Zhao Erchen, who didn't even know who ordered the attack, had no reason to live.

"Thud!"

Ye Beichen flicked his finger, and the bullet Zhao Erchen had fired earlier flew out, piercing Zhao Erchen's skull.

Entering through his forehead, exiting through the back of his head.

"Dad!!!"

Zhao Tai screamed in anguish, clutching Zhao Erchen's corpse, shaking it desperately.

"You killed my dad, I'll fight you to the death." Zhao Tai, overwhelmed by anger and fear, charged at Ye Beichen.

"Bang!"

Ye Beichen kicked out, landing on Zhao Tai's heart, killing him instantly.

The Zhao family members collapsed in fear, staring at Ye Beichen in terror, awaiting their fate at the hands of this god of death.

The other prominent figures and wealthy elites of Jiangnan City kept retreating, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

"An hour from now, I'll personally visit the Zhao family. Let your patriarch think carefully about who ordered your family to hunt me down back then! If he can't remember, the entire Zhao family will be buried with him." Ye Beichen's voice echoed.

"Get out!"

The word "get out" was like a tsunami.

The Zhao family members present, as if granted amnesty, fled the hotel in a frenzy.

The other wealthy elites also took the opportunity to escape, leaving only Ye Beichen and Zhou Ruoyu's family of three in the hotel lobby.

"Brother Beichen."

Zhou Ruoyu broke free from her mother's grasp, rushed to Ye Beichen, and threw herself into his arms.

Ye Beichen hugged her, gently patting her back, smiling, "Silly girl, do you still want to break off the engagement with me?"

"No, I don't want to anymore."

Zhou Ruoyu was in tears.

"Beichen, child, what have you been through all these years?" Zhou Tianhao and Li Haixia were both shocked.

They never dreamed that Ye Beichen, whom they thought had died outside after being missing for five years, would return.

"It's a long story. I was hunted down back then..." Ye Beichen briefly explained his martial arts training on Kunlun Mountain.

"So, your martial prowess is strong now?" Zhou Tianhao raised an eyebrow.

In the Dragon Nation, martial prowess was the foundation of the country. Ordinary people had to follow the rules, but for martial artists, the rules were just a piece of paper.

If Ye Beichen had the strength of a Heaven-Rank Martial Artist, even killing Zhao Erchen and Zhao Tai wouldn't cause trouble.

"Beichen, what level are you now? A Heaven-Rank Martial Artist?" Zhou Tianhao couldn't help but ask.

"Uncle Zhou, I don't really know what level I am. I'm not clear on how martial artist levels are divided." Ye Beichen shook his head.

He wasn't joking. For the past five years, he had been training hard.

His heart was filled only with the word "revenge"!

He really didn't know much about the levels of martial artists.

"Zhang Heihu had the strength of a high-level Earth-Rank. If you could crush him so easily, you must be at least an initial Heaven-Rank, right?" Zhou Tianhao speculated.

As for a high-level Heaven-Rank, he didn't dare to imagine!

After all, the King of Jiangnan's personal advisor was only a high-level Heaven-Rank.

How old was Ye Beichen? At most, twenty-three years old, it was absolutely impossible for him to have such strength.

"Ugh—!"

Suddenly, Li Haixia's face turned pale, she spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed.

"Mom!" Zhou Ruoyu quickly supported her.

"Her complexion is dark, her breath weak, is Aunt poisoned?" Ye Beichen grabbed Li Haixia's wrist, his face darkening.

"It was Zhao Tai who poisoned her. He forced me to marry him, and when I refused, he had someone force-feed my mom poison, saying he was the only one with the antidote. Now that Zhao Tai is dead, mom..."

Zhou Ruoyu's face turned ashen, her blood surged, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, fainting on the spot.

"Ruoyu."

Ye Beichen stepped forward and caught her in his arms.

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