Chapter 389: You Want to Die? Then I’ll Send You on Your Way

Chapter 389: Chapter 389: You Want to Die? Then I’ll Send You on Your Way

The tall man in the black robe flicked his right hand. A white light flashed, and with a loud CRACK, the phone in Xia Xingyu’s hand instantly shattered.

The tall man in the black robe looked at her and chuckled. "We can’t have you ruining our plans!"

"You..." Xia Xingyu’s expression hardened.

The tall man in the black robe sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and began swinging one back and forth. "Then let’s just wait for Ye Feng," he said nonchalantly.

Just then, a portly man in a black robe looked at their leader, the tall man, and snickered.

"Martial Judge, these two girls are gorgeous. Since we’re just sitting around, why don’t I bring one over for you to... have some fun with?"

The tall man in the black robe shook his head. "I’m not interested in that."

The portly man rubbed his hands together and chuckled lewdly. "Then how about I have a go?"

The tall man in the black robe spoke nonchalantly, "Go on. Just don’t kill them. Otherwise, the bait will be ruined, and the big fish won’t bite."

"You can rest assured, I’ll be gentle!" The portly man in black offered a sleazy grin, then turned and walked toward Xia Xingyu.

"Xia Xingyu, you’re not just beautiful; you’ve got such class, too. You’re exactly my type. Let’s start with you!" ℯℯ𝘭.

"You dare lay a hand on my sister!" Xia Yanran shot to her feet, glaring at the portly man and gritting her teeth.

The portly man looked at Xia Yanran and roared with laughter. "Not only am I going to touch her today, but I’m going to have you, too. What are you going to do about it? Hahaha..."

"Then you can just die!" Xia Yanran roared, drawing her longsword and charging the portly man.

The portly man burst out laughing at the sight of Xia Yanran. "Do you have any idea what my cultivation level is? A Tier Two Martial Immortal! You think someone like you can lay a finger on me? You’ve got to be kidding.

"I’m telling you, I could stand right here without moving an inch, and you still couldn’t break through my defenses. Don’t believe me? Go on, try..."

But before the words were even out of his mouth, the tip of Xia Yanran’s longsword was already at his chest.

A sudden chill crept down the portly man’s spine. He desperately tried to dodge, but it was too late. With a sickening SQUELCH, Xia Yanran’s longsword plunged straight into his chest.

The portly man let out a bloodcurdling scream and grabbed the blade of the sword. He stared at Xia Yanran, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"You... how are you this powerful?"

"Scum! Go ask King Yama yourself!" Xia Yanran cursed, then kicked him squarely in the stomach. The force sent the portly man flying. He slammed onto the floor, convulsed a few times, and then moved no more.

But just then, a black shadow abruptly appeared before Xia Yanran, and a heavy hand swung at her.

A resounding SLAP sent Xia Yanran sprawling to the floor. A cold voice followed. "A mere Tier Three Martial Immortal ant, daring to run wild in my presence? You’re not worthy."

The one who had struck was the tall man in the black robe. He stared down at Xia Yanran and spoke in a frigid tone. "You dare kill a man from my Underworld? Audacious. You will pay a heavy price for this today!"

Just then, a thin man in a black robe came over, gritting his teeth. "My lord, allow me to punish her!"

The tall man in the black robe nodded and turned back toward the sofa. His cold voice trailed behind him. "Go wild. Just make sure you leave them alive."

"You got it!" The thin man snickered and reached a claw-like hand toward Xia Yanran.

"Touch her and you die!" Xia Xingyu snatched up a longsword and charged, appearing before the thin man in an instant.

The thin man turned to face Xia Xingyu and sneered. "Xia Xingyu, do you think you’re as skilled as your sister? Do you think you have the right to act so brazenly before me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the longsword in Xia Xingyu’s hand struck his chest like a bolt of lightning!

"Aargh..." The thin man let out a piercing shriek, his body instantly going rigid.

Xia Xingyu looked at him and said coldly, "You were right about one thing. My sister and I are equally skilled."

With a flick of her wrist, she shredded the man’s heart. He collapsed limply to the ground.

The tall man in the black robe whipped around, his gaze landing on Xia Xingyu, turning ice-cold. "You’re courting death!"

With that, he flashed forward, appearing before Xia Xingyu and kicking her hard in the stomach.

With a sickening CRUNCH, Xia Xingyu grunted in pain and was sent flying sideways. She slammed into the wall before sliding weakly to the floor, where she began coughing up copious amounts of blood!

"Sister!" Xia Yanran shrieked. She scrambled over and gathered Xia Xingyu into her arms. Blood was pouring from the corners of Xingyu’s mouth, and her face was as white as a sheet.

"Bastard! I’ll kill you!" Xia Yanran roared in a fury, grabbing her longsword and lunging at the tall man in black.

The tall man in the black robe snorted, then backhanded Xia Yanran across the face.

Xia Yanran cried out in pain, blood spraying from her mouth.

"Yanran!" Xia Xingyu cried out. She crawled over and hugged Xia Yanran. The tall man in the black robe spoke coldly. "Daring to take out two of my brothers... I’ll make sure you two suffer!"

He then looked at the black-robed men behind him and ordered coldly, "Go on. Take turns with these two bitches!"

"Yes, sir!" The men behind him grinned wickedly and began to close in on Xia Yanran and Xia Xingyu.

The two sisters wanted to fight back, but they were too grievously injured to even move.

Just as the men were about to reach the two young women, Xia Chuan, who lay on the floor, roared with fury. "I dare you to touch my granddaughters!"

He struggled to crawl forward, but one of the men pinned him to the floor by stepping on his neck. "Just stay put and enjoy the show, old man!"

Xia Chuan’s face turned ashen with despair.

’It seems there’s no escaping their fate today. The girls are going to be defiled.’

But just then, the deep RUMBLE of an aircraft sounded from outside!

Xia Yanran’s eyes lit up. "Sister, that must be Ye Feng’s plane!"

Before Xia Yanran could finish, a one-eyed man in a black robe beside them snickered.

"And what if it is? By the time he lands at the airport and rushes over here, we’ll have had our fun with you a few times over!

"Don’t get your hopes up, little girl. You should be thinking about how you’re going to please us. Hahaha..."

But he hadn’t even finished speaking when a deafening BOOM echoed through the hall. He whirled around just in time to see the roof cave in. Countless bricks and tiles rained down, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

When the dust settled, he stared in horror at the figure in the center of the room—a man, kneeling on one knee with his right hand pressed to the floor, as solid and unmoving as if he were forged from steel.

"Ye Feng!" Upon seeing the newcomer, Xia Yanran screamed with excitement.

Xia Xingyu looked at the man, a smile of relief spreading across her face.

It was Ye Feng.

The one-eyed man looked at Ye Feng and chuckled dryly. "Jumping straight from the plane, were you? Seems these two women mean quite a lot to you.

"I wonder what expression you’d make if we were to take turns with them right in front of you? To be honest, I’m quite looking forward to finding out. Hahaha..."

But before the laughter died in his throat, Ye Feng vanished. An instant later, he reappeared like a phantom directly in front of the one-eyed man. Before the man could even register what was happening, his head suddenly flew from his shoulders.

An instant later, a cold voice cut through the silence. "You wanted to die. I’m just sending you on your way."

The one who had struck was, of course, Ye Feng.