herself in it. 。It was early morning, and this jerk actually broke into her own house while she was still in bed. This situation made her feel a little strange and awkward.A surge of anger welled up i...A bootlicker

When Yang Rui heard this, his face turned as green as iron.

Because he knew, Ye Junlang's words were directed at him, secretly mocking him as just a lackey to Situ Liuyun.

Indeed, that's the case in practice.

The Yang family is nothing but a vassal family of the Situ clan. The Yang family's current status is entirely due to the support of the Situ clan. Therefore, when Yang Rui faces the second son of the Situ clan, his true identity is nothing more than a slave.

The situation was one thing, but to put it into words, to tear away that superficial veil of modesty, was another entirely. No wonder Yang Rui appeared so enraged and humiliated, his heart brimming with hatred.

"Hmph, Ye Junlang, even when you're about to die, you still dare to be so stubborn" Yang Rui sneered and said.

Ye Junlang's face was calm, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, as he said, "Last time you went to great lengths and spent a fortune to bring over the Onmyōji from the East Country. At that time, weren't you thinking that I was about to die"

Yang Rui's face turned pale instantly, his complexion shifting between green and white. Last time, he had invited masters from the Shinto Ryu like Sato Tsuda, thinking it was a sure thing that they could kill Ye Junlang.

Who would have thought that all this was just what he took for granted.

From Ye Junlang's words, he also knew that Ye Junlang already knew that it was he who had invited the followers of Shinto to plot an assassination against him. This is a mortal feud.

However, Yang Rui thought that with the second son of the Situ family sitting in command, he felt at ease. He thought that Ye Junlang was anyway a dying man, so what was there to be afraid of

"Humph, Ye Junlang, I'll see how pathetically you beg for mercy later." Yang Rui said coldly.

"Master Situ Liu Yun stared coldly at Ye Jun Lang with his star-bright eyes, a trace of mocking sneer curling on the corner of his mouth. His voice was as cold and distant as the winter wind, "Ye Jun Lang, do you really think that with a little skill, you can sit in your well and look down on the world Do you truly believe that there's nothing beyond this small well You are so ignorant and arrogant. Tonight, you shall die!"

"Looking up from a well Even if I am looking up from a well, you are all within my well. To kill me, just using your mouths is not enough." Ye Junlang said with a cold smile.

A trace of sinister killing intent flashed in Si Tu Liu Yun's eyes. He seemed impatient, waving his hand and shouting, "Mad Lion Black Sword, take this man down at the fastest speed!"

The mad lion and black sword, their eyes flashed with killing intent once more. They pushed their ninth-tier Ming Jin power to its limit, a powerful aura of ancient martial arts emanating from their bodies. They locked eyes on Ye Junlang, then moved as one, closing in for another deadly assault.

The lion roared, its fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on its arms. Its massive muscles rippled with terrifying ferocity as it unleashed its ultimate attack, the "Divine Walker Fist," to its fullest potential.

Whew! Whew!

The fist wind howled, surging upward, streaks of fists appearing one after another. Each punch contained the might of fire raging, extremely forceful and fierce, enveloping Ye Junlang with an overwhelming momentum.

Black Sword’s figure moved with lightning speed. The martial art he practiced, “Cross-Palm Swordsman,” possessed an extremely fierce and lethal offensive. Just as the Mad Lion attacked Ye Junlang, Black Sword’s hands also formed swords, gathering his ninth-level Mingjing power on his palms. In a sweeping slash, he attacked amidst the flurry of punches, using cunning and unpredictable angles to strike at Ye Junlang.

It can be said that the Blazing Lion and the Black Sword have already unleashed their strongest killing moves, and they have also unleashed their strongest inner power. Together, they want to kill Ye Junlang in one fell swoop.

Ye Junlang took a deep breath, waiting until the combined attack of the Mad Lion and Black Sword enveloped him. Then, he suddenly opened his mouth and roared—

"Critical Strike!"

With a roar, Ye Junlang's muscles tightened, bulging and coiling like dragons. Within them lay a power as fierce as a volcanic eruption.

Ye Junlang clenched his fists, surging power gathering from all over his body into his arms. He stomped with both feet, charging forward like a gust of wind sweeping away clouds and mist. Then his punches struck out, transforming in mid-air into phantoms resembling dragons, howling as their explosive force erupted, the sound akin to a tidal wave sweeping through the air. It was like a whale shark leaping from the waves, its blood-stained maw opening wide to devour the prey before it.

Dragon Shadow Killing Whale Fist!

It is still the strongest killing fist technique in the Dragon Shadow Organization, but this time Ye Junlang unleashed a critical strike power unlike before.

Critical hit, this is Ye Junlang's unique mark.

Everything stems from Ye Junlang's unique striking technique, coupled with his terrifying explosive power, which results in devastating blows.

With the power of a critical strike, the Dragon Shadow Whale Killing Fist is activated, making the might of this lethal martial art completely different from before. Under the impetus of a critical strike's power, this fist technique seems to come alive, truly demonstrating the terrifying nature of this style.

Ye Junlang's fist strikes were like dragons soaring through the air, his ferocious power carrying the might of a dragon slayer, overwhelming and crushing everything in its path. The explosive force within him erupted, vast and awe-inspiring, leaving everyone gasping for breath.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ye Junlang's erupting fist collided with the attack of "Mad Lion Black Sword," their combined force unleashing a devastating blow. Faced with Ye Junlang's overwhelming power, Mad Lion's "Divine Walk Taibao Fist" was shattered by the onslaught.

Even the mighty lion, under the force of that blow, staggered back a few steps.

Heijiang's cunning and sharp cross-palm swordsmanship was completely blocked by Ye Junlang's fist. His own internal energy, unlike the mighty roar of a lion, could not withstand the impact of Ye Junlang's powerful strike, causing him to retreat again and again.

The faces of the Lion and Black Sword were filled with extreme shock, for they could feel the power radiating from Ye Junlang was completely different from before. The power unleashed at this time contained a terrifying penetrating force.

"Take the lead!"

Ye Junlang roared angrily, his figure moved with the momentum of wind sweeping away clouds, chasing after the mad lion.

The mad lion's eyes sank, he gritted his teeth and roared, unleashing the power of his inner essence once more. He charged forward like an enraged lion, meeting Ye Junlang's attack head-on.

Scoff!

From the side, Heijian attacked with a lingering ghostly aura. He launched a surprise attack, his arms outstretched like swords, emanating a sharp, sword-like energy that slashed towards Ye Junlang's right side.

This made it impossible for Ye Junlang to use his full strength to annihilate the mad lion. Black Sword didn't give him that chance, instead choosing to strike at an opportune moment. As long as Ye Junlang focused on killing the mad lion, Black Sword's attack would succeed with one blow, posing a fatal threat to Ye Junlang.

A cold and murderous glint flashed in Ye Junlang's eyes. It seemed that if he wanted to win this battle quickly, he had to kill Hei Jian first.

First published on the Chinese Traditional Novels Network Legion If we could get You Mei to join us, our legion would gain another powerful assassin." 。"Nü Lang said" 。When Ye Junlang heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He smiled and said, "Let's talk ab...