Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 124 - 124 124 True Identity Revealed

124: Chapter 124: True Identity Revealed 124: Chapter 124: True Identity Revealed “Do you know me?”

When Ye Xuan approached the blond man, his voice was calm, yet it conveyed an icy chill that felt like falling into an ice cellar.

The arrival of Ye Xuan made the blond man’s breath catch, then he revealed a noble smile and said, “Mitchell, CEO of Mo’er Group’s Xia Country division, has met Mr.

Ye.”

The blond man was gentle and elegant, exuding the unique temperament of the Western nobility, flawless in every aspect.

“Mo’er Group’s Mitchell?”

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing the blond man with an inspecting gaze, and after a good number of moments, a cryptic and profound smile crossed his face.

“I seem to have seen you somewhere before,” Ye Xuan said softly.

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Mitchell remained unchanged in expression but smiled instead, “Mr.

Ye jests.

Although I have lived in Xia Country for many years, I have never seen you.”

“Oh?”

Ye Xuan smiled slightly and said, “You see, I’m very sensitive to auras.

For anyone I’ve met once, if they appear before me again, I could recognize them even if they turn to ashes.”

Buzz!

A three-foot Blood Sword suddenly appeared, positioned above the throat of the blond man.

Ye Xuan gave a bizarre smile and said, “Do you think I’m right, Mr.

Antar?”

The chilling tip of the sword, coupled with Ye Xuan’s sinister and eerie eyes, directly changed the expression of the blond man, who forced a smile and said, “Mr.

Ye, what are you talking about?

I’m not quite sure I understand.”

“Not understanding is fine; I’ll make you understand slowly.”

Ye Xuan gave a cruel smile and when he swung his sword, he directly chopped off Mitchell’s right arm, causing a copious amount of blood to spurt out and eliciting a scream of pain, though there was no resistance.

“Ah!”

“Mr…

Mr.

Ye…

Why…

Why would you hurt me?” The blond man was sweating profusely from the pain and screamed in fright.

Looking at the blond man in such a state, Ye Xuan frowned.

Could he have been wrong?

Could this person really not be the masked man?

Ye Xuan had seen the masked man only twice; the first time was when he arrived in the Capital City and the plane he was on was attacked by terrorists, where they hardly met.

The second time was due to matters concerning the Nangong Family, where he saw the masked man on a video call.

Although this person’s eyes and demeanor didn’t resemble the masked man’s at all, as a Cultivator in the Crossing Tribulation Stage, Ye Xuan was extremely sensitive to auras, and he was almost certain that this Mitchell was the masked man’s disguise.

Ye Xuan snapped out of his thoughts, confident in his judgment, which made him smirk playfully, “I must say, you’re quite the actor.

Perhaps others might believe you, but in front of me, your acting is nothing but clumsy, isn’t it?”

Hearing Ye Xuan’s words, the blond man’s expression faltered slightly, but he still cried out in trembles, “Mr…

Mr.

Ye…

I…

I really don’t know what you’re talking about…

please…

please don’t hurt me…

If it’s money you want…

Mo’er Group will not be stingy.”

Watching the blond man as if he were a born actor, Ye Xuan slowly shook his head and sneered, “I must say, you’re quite the schemer, remaining extremely calm even in front of me.

Your act is seamless except for one fatal flaw.”

“What…

What flaw?”

The blond man quivered as he spoke before suddenly awakening and hurriedly shutting his mouth, yet his expression gradually turned cold, the genteel and scholarly air now gone.

Watching the changes of the blond man, Ye Xuan sneered coldly and assertively said, “The sword I swung just now, even an ordinary person would have dodged, yet you didn’t react at all, allowing me to sever your arm.

That is your biggest flaw.”

As Ye Xuan finished his words, the blond man’s eyes lowered, his entire body shaking, and an eerie laugh emanated from his mouth, his aura undergoing a drastic transformation.

“Hehe!”

The blond man slowly raised his head, his face filled with a sinister expression.

In a chilling voice, he said, “I didn’t expect my own cleverness to be my undoing, but you recognized me after all.”

At this point, the blond man paused slightly, continuing with a sinister laugh, “But what can you do now that you have recognized me?”

“Ye Xuan, I must admit, I am not as skilled as you are in tactics or as deep in schemes, but you must understand, my current identity is as the President of the Mo’er Group’s Xia Country branch, and I am the most honored guest of the Martial Arts Heavenly Mansion.

You can’t hold me today.”

The blond man laughed sinisterly, quickly stood up, and ran directly towards Gu Dingtian, shouting for help, “Mr.

Gu, save me, Ye Xuan is trying to kill me!”

Gu Dingtian, who was leading his men in a melee fight with the members of the Wu’an Office, changed his expression abruptly when he heard the blond man’s call for help and looked over.

When Gu Dingtian saw the blond man covered in blood, having lost an arm, he was completely stunned, and then his face showed extreme fury.

“Ye Xuan, you bastard, how dare you hurt Mr.

Mitchell?”

As Gu Dingtian roared, the two groups of people immediately parted ways.

Under Gu Dingtian’s fury, he quickly protected the blond man in the center, his gaze at Ye Xuan filled with exceedingly sinister murderous intent.

If it were someone else Ye Xuan had injured, Gu Dingtian might not have been so enraged.

But who was Mitchell?

He was not only the spokesperson for the Mo’er Group, but behind him stood the Western Sword Saint, a close friend of Jue Tian Heavenly Blade God.

Today, Gu Dingtian was hosting a charity dinner, and the incident of Mitchell’s arm being severed by Ye Xuan was a clear sign of his failure to protect him, giving Gu Dingtian an undeniable responsibility.

If Jue Tian Heavenly Blade God heard of this incident, he would certainly rebuke him, and Gu Dingtian might even lose his position as Vice Mansion Master.

Thinking of such consequences, Gu Dingtian’s hatred was unending, his gaze at Ye Xuan revealing an exceedingly terrifying murderous intent.

“Ye Xuan, you dare harm a guest of the Martial Arts Heavenly Mansion.

Today, it’s either you die or I perish,” Gu Dingtian roared with rage, his eyes nearly splitting open.

“You die or I perish?”

“Just with you lowly ants?”

Ye Xuan walked over, surrounded by a halo of blood, a cruel sneer formed at the corners of his mouth, his voice resonating in everyone’s ears.

“The Martial Arts Heavenly Mansion is conspiring to rebel, planning to overthrow Xia Country.

From now on, anyone who resists the Wu’an Office will be charged with the crime of treason.”

“Those who resist stubbornly will be executed on the spot.”

Dominant and fierce, with a surge of relentless energy, as Ye Xuan spoke these words, the three-foot Blood Sword flew from his hand, its terrifying bloody blade humming incessantly, emitting an extremely dreadful murderous aura, vaguely covering Gu Dingtian and others beneath it.

“Kill him!” Gu Dingtian completely lost his sanity, and as he roared out loud, the multitude of martial artists behind him rushed violently towards Ye Xuan.

Now that Ye Xuan had discovered the true identity of the man with the ghostly face, he had no interest in tangling with these ants any longer.

“You all can go die now!”

Whoom!

The Blood Sword shone brightly in the sky, utterly ruthless.

Streams of blood light burst out from the bloody blade, and with Ye Xuan’s hands behind him, each slash took dozens, even hundreds of lives.