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Facing Ye Mo Han's imposing manner, Lu Zibai's face was filled with shame. He looked at Sima Chang Xing and the old man and said, "I am responsible for Xiang'er's death. I will explain it clearly with Nangong Ping, but the culprit is here.

Sima Chang Xing took a step forward and sneered at the old man, "Looks like someone wants to break the previous agreement."

"Sect Leader Ye, Lu Zibai, this kind of mercenary person, it should be better to just kill him, right?" The old man looked at Ye Wen and said.

"The three of you deserve to die, but it is greatly related to Nangong Xiang's death. Thus, it is better for the three of you to accompany me to the Nangong Imperial Clan and explain the sequence of events." As for Sima Chang Xing and Lu Zi Bai, Ye Wen had long wanted to kill them as soon as possible.

"And if we don't?" Sima Chang Xing's expression changed slightly.

As soon as he said that, the Qi blade shot out from Ye Han's left arm and stabbed into Sima Chang Xing's left chest. The situation had suddenly changed, the three people standing did not expect Ye Mo Han to suddenly attack, and Lu Zibai was even more shocked, the current Ye Mo Han Wu Qi had not only advanced, his heart was as hard as iron, he had even killed Sima Chang Xing instantly without saying anything, causing the other party to not even have the slightest ability to retaliate. White Crane Xuan and Sima Chang Xing had never been on good terms with each other, so when they saw him being killed, they couldn't help but feel pleased. However, thinking about how Ye Mo Han's methods were so ruthless and decisive, filled with worry, they secretly decided that even if the situation changed in the future, the Hua Shan Sect and Ye Mo Han were to be enemies. Cold sweat dripped down from Sima Chang Xing's forehead. He lowered his head to look at the air blade on his chest, and his body stiffly fell backwards. He couldn't believe that in just a split-second, this blade had stabbed into his body. Is death so close to everyone?

"Are you two willing to go with me to the Nangong family?" Ye Zi Han looked around at Lu Zibai and the skinny old man.

"Ye Mo Han, this old man wants to experience your power." The skinny old man was extremely unwilling to accept this. His left arm extended forward, and his right hand moved forward. Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, the eagle swooped down upon the rabbit. Ye Mo Han struck back with his palm, and waves of Qi came rolling over. The elder's left and right hands randomly changed positions, and like a dragon flying in the air, a golden light appeared above his head. This golden light came from cultivating the inner force to a certain point, and when it turned into external force, it was constantly being stimulated by the inner force. The golden light was from cultivating the inner force to a certain point, and when it turned into external force, it was constantly being stimulated by the inner force. Ye Mo Han crossed his arms and waves of Qi surged towards the old man like a tidal wave. The golden light flashed and then disappeared. When the waves of Qi reached him, the golden light suddenly started to devour them like a tidal wave. Ye Mo felt the strain and decided to withdraw the strength of his arms. The golden light's backlash was abruptly accelerated, forming a semicircle in front of Ye Mo Han. He was about to swallow Ye Mo Han completely.

Ye Mo Han was completely covered by his attacks, and the skinny old man could not help but feel pleased with himself: "The rumored Ye Mo Han in the martial arts world is only so, today I will kill you and make a great contribution to our Jade Pavilion." While the old man was immersed in his fantasy, a sharp pain came from his abdomen. When he looked up, the golden light had already disappeared. Layers of air turned into waves of sharp blades that pierced his abdomen like ripples. The shock wave instantly swallowed the golden light and advanced. Ye Mo Han's counterattack was just too tyrannical and fierce, to the point that the skinny old man, White Crane Xuan, and Lu Zibai were unable to clearly see what was going on.

The old man stared in disbelief at the invisible blade that had stabbed into his stomach between him and Ye Mo Han. He mumbled, "I, Old Master Beiming, have roamed the martial arts world for sixty years. I didn't expect that I would be ambushed by you today." It was rumored that he was the Senior Brother of Carefree Island's Island Master, Duan Xingyu. He was the same as Duan Xingyu; he didn't know what was right and what wasn't; his actions were all based on his mood at the time. As a result, regardless of what was right or wrong, the martial arts world would still resent him and Duan Xingyu. Later on, the two of them had a disagreement because of a woman. After many rounds of sparring, the battle between the two of them ended. Only because of this did the two women lose their lives. He Kun Peng also disappeared, and others even said that he had died for the sake of his beloved girl. How could they have known that he had joined the Emerald Jade Pavilion? Once He Kun Peng finished speaking, a golden halo of light suddenly appeared on his chest. It was as big as a compass, and the light around his body was dazzling. The light was sharp like thorns as it spread out like sunlight.

"The sun and moon lose their splendor!" White Crane Xuan said in a hoarse voice. It was already hard to find out who had created the disgrace of the sun and moon, but its lethality was rarely seen in the world. There was only one move to this skill, and every time it was used, the opponent would be in close proximity to it. In addition, the light was dense and sharp, as if thousands of needles had pierced into the opponent's body at close range. It was said that in order to master this art, one must first spend twenty years, two hours a day, beating their own chest with fifty percent of their power to feel the degree of injury. It could be said that in order to kill a person in one move, one must first feel the feeling of being injured. The reason that the sun and moon had lost their splendor was because the process of cultivation was too strange. Moreover, there were people who had died because of cultivation. This was also what White Crane Xuan was surprised about.

The light was dazzling, and the sharpness alone caused Ye Mo to feel a chill. Ye Mo Han was similarly surprised by the sudden turn of events. However, the situation did not allow him to think too much. Even Ye Mo Han did not hear the words of White Crane Pavilion. His palms subconsciously shot out with inner strength. It was like the howling of the wind and the raging storm. Countless golden lights changed directions and shot into the chest of the He Kun Peng one after another. He Kun Peng's face was as pale as golden paper as it fell stiffly to the ground.

Ye Shuihan's hands were bleeding, as if they were the cracks and veined patterns of a land in a drought. It was very similar to the fate that you and I had in our lives. In less than the time it took to make a cup of tea, Sima Chang Xing and He Kun Peng both died in Ye Mo Han's hands. Ye Wen and He Kun Peng stared at Lu Zi Bai, but Lu Zi Bai stared at the two corpses on the ground.

"Does Young Master Lu wish to make an enemy out of our Hua Shan Sect or join hands with us to fight against the Jade Pavilion?" White Crane Pavilion was the first to break the silence. He had said these words to tie the Hua Shan Sect and Ye Mo Han tightly together, and regardless of what his goal was, Ye Mo Han had sensed the change in his attitude. This change was due to White Crane Pavilion's fear of Ye Mo Han's martial arts.

"When I was in a trance, I believed in the Jade Pavilion's words. Xiang'er has died, the great mistake was made, and all the responsibilities should be borne by me. I humbly request Sect Leader Ye and Elder Bai to immediately escort me to the Nangong family and hand me over to Young Master Nangong." Lu Zibai's words were full of repentance. Confession and atonement came from the heart. If just a few words and an expression could represent regret, then there would be no justice in this world.

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