"See? If my Yang family makes a move, the entire Songyao City will be affected. If you don't let me go, your death will definitely not be too far away!"
A mocking voice rang out with pride.
Yang Ye sneered at Yan Xiong who was sitting next to him.
At this time, the two of them were not somewhere else, but on the top of the tallest building in Yang Mansion.
Yan Xiong sat on the stone platform at the top of the building, tilting his head to watch the troops from Yang's Mansion file out one after another.
"Tell me, will I kill you?"
Yan Xiong looked up at the sky.
The sky was gradually getting dark, and in another hour it would be dark.
He spoke softly.
But his words left Yang Ye silent.
As the only male in the Yang family, Yang Ye has been loved by his family and other people who respect the Yang family since he was a child.
Under such circumstances, he developed a spoiled character.
In Songyao City, as long as he doesn't provoke people from Shahai Sect and other sects, he can say that he is the king of Songyao.
Although spoiled.
Actually, Yang Ye is not stupid at all.
He knew that without the Yang family, he would be nothing.
Are there few people of the ninth and eighth ranks who have been bullied by him
Not less at all.
Although he was spoiled, he could also think from other people's perspectives. Sometimes he would wonder what he would be like if there was no Yang family
Maybe he is among those who are bullied!
Therefore, Yang Ye is still very aware of the current situation and he never takes a careless step.
Even if he was free and easy, he was only free and easy in his own business.
Even when bullying others, he would observe whether these people came from prominent backgrounds.
Sometimes a person's background can be seen from his words and actions.
For example, when he tried to grab fifteen this morning.
He held back because of Fifteen's tone that seemed to suggest something important. Otherwise, with his personality, he would have wiped out the entire gang long ago.
The reason why he held back was to leave some wiggle room. If anything went wrong, the Yang family would be able to handle it, after all, no one was killed.
And now.
Yan Xiong's attitude made Yang Ye a little panicked.
That is an attitude of fearlessness.
The other party knew that he was a member of the Yang family but still attacked him. After the attack, he did not flee the city. Instead, he came to the location of his Yang family and watched the Yang family deploy troops with an indifferent look.
"I heard that your Yang family has an ancestral hall that no one is allowed to enter? Can you tell me what's inside? Don't worry, I only want money!
As long as you tell me, I will spare your life!"
Yan Xiong turned around and looked at Yang Ye.
As soon as Yan Xiong said this, Yang Ye's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he hurriedly lowered his head to cover it up.
Although he lowered his head very quickly, Yan Xiong still saw it.
He understood that there must be something in the ancestral hall.
Even if it is not the blood knife, it must be something extremely precious.
He smiled and slowly stretched out his hand, "Don't say anymore, I already understand!"
"You will not succeed, you will die, you will..."
Yang Ye suddenly spoke with a ferocious look on his face, his voice getting louder and louder, he wanted his voice to be heard by the Yang family.
However, Yan Xiong would not give him this opportunity.
His hands quickly clasped around his neck and squeezed him.
"Rest in peace! You can wait after you go down. Perhaps it won't be long before more members of the Yang family come to accompany you, and your father may be among them!"
Yan Xiong murmured in a low voice.
Click…
Accompanied by a crisp sound, Yang Ye's eyes widened and he was already lifeless.
From today on, there will no longer be a person named Evil Young Yang Ye in Border Town; only his name will remain.
Ignoring Yang Ye's body, Yan Xiong stood on the roof and continued waiting.
He was waiting for dark.
It is easier to get things done when it is dark and windy. Now almost all the forces of the Yang family have gone out to search for him. Who would have thought that his target was the Yang family's ancestral hall.
A gentle breeze is blowing.
The wind blowing on my face brought a biting cold feeling.
Winter is coming and the weather is changing.
As night slowly fell, the Yang family's guards were still searching the entire city for Yan Xiong.
Among them, killing and fierce fighting are inevitable.
The entire Songyao City is a mixed bag, and the Yang family's search will definitely find some desperate criminals.
These people are not the kind who will surrender, so killing is absolutely inevitable.
But now, the search in the city has nothing to do with Yan Xiong. He stared at the Yang Family Ancestral Hall in the distance where only candles were lit and smiled.
No hesitation.
Silently, he leaped over the houses of the Yang family mansion, and soon arrived at the ancestral hall that looked very quiet.
Looking at the extremely quiet ancestral hall in front of him, Yan Xiong frowned.
In this world, the ancestral hall is a very important place for a family.
Even if there is nothing important, guards will usually be arranged to be on guard.
But at the Yang family's house, there was no one except two people guarding the door.
Yan Xiong didn't believe that the Yang family sent everyone out to search for him.
So, there is no one guarding here, there must be something fishy going on.
However, since he was already here, there was no need to retreat. Yan Xiong did not delay, jumped off the roof, killed the two guards, and then swaggered into the ancestral hall.
The two candles flickered, making the scene inside the ancestral hall vague.
Yan Xiong took down a candle and began to search the ancestral hall.
Knock here, press there.
What disappointed him was that there were no secret passages or compartments here.
Finally, he set his sights on the gate leading to the back of the ancestral hall.
There must be no candles lit at the back of the ancestral hall, so the door looks pitch black, like a gate leading to the underworld.
Picking up the candle, Yan Xiong walked in.
After a while, with the help of the candle, he could see the space inside clearly.
This is an extremely empty hall.
It was so empty that apart from the floor there were only a few pillars.
Yan Xiong was not in a good mood. Although this place looked abnormal, he couldn't find out what was wrong.
Bang bang bang!
I knocked twice on a pillar next to it. It was solid, so there was no way there could be a secret compartment.
"What bad luck!"
Yan Xiong cursed inwardly.
Just as he was about to leave, he glanced around and suddenly noticed that the patterns on the middle pillar were a bit strange.
He came to the pillar and knocked gently.
Zheng...
As soon as his hand touched the pillar, an incredible scene suddenly happened.
The ordinary-looking pillar actually began to tremble.
With the naked eye, it was visible that a knife-shaped object inside the pillar began to emit a red light.
The red light shone through the pillars, illuminating the entire hall.
"Blood knife!"
Yan Xiong was delighted.
“I never thought that my Yang family has worshipped it for hundreds of years, but it is not as excited as you, an outsider, who has not even touched it.
It seems that you are either its chosen owner, or you have a great relationship with the owner who is suitable for it.
However, I have guarded it for many years, and I don’t want to see it being taken away like this!”
A sudden voice sounded from behind.
Yan Xiong's eyes turned cold, and he turned around instantly and attacked with a gloomy look.
boom…
The air made a crackling sound, and Yan Xiong seemed to be surrounded by endless clouds and mist. The giant hand wrapped in the mist seemed to be looming and wanted to show up, but in the end it failed to break free.
"What a domineering palm, controlling the sky and driving the clouds. I never thought that I would be able to see such a domineering and unique skill in my lifetime..."
An old man who was as thin as a stick and looked like he would fall down at the wind appeared behind Yan Xiong, with no light in his cloudy eyes.
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Jianghu Theater: It is rumored that the divine weapon recognized its master because of fate, and this is an entanglement for life after life.