Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 84 - 84 84 Keeping Promises Please Collect and Recommend

84: Chapter 84: Keeping Promises (Please Collect and Recommend) 84: Chapter 84: Keeping Promises (Please Collect and Recommend) Whoosh!

Ye Xuan’s stance caused an uproar throughout the venue, and the complexions of the four people on the stage turned particularly ugly.

Bai Lang’s eyes even flashed with a fierce light; without waiting for the other three to react, the ice element superpower within him suddenly erupted, launching directly at Ye Xuan.

The cold light was chilling, and the intent to kill was oppressive.

Countless ice spikes took form in the void, carrying the sound of piercing the air as they boomed towards Ye Xuan, prompting the other three to step back slightly and make room for the two to face off.

After all, if the four truly joined forces to attack, not to mention the guests present would despise them, they themselves would not be able to live with it, and this was also their pride as ancient martial grandmasters.

“Ye Xuan, arrogance comes with a price,” Bai Lang said with a ferocious face, surrounded by a dreadfully chilling aura.

As he waved his palms, a large number of ice spikes already overwhelmed Ye Xuan.

Boom!

A blast rang out in the clear sky, the void was strained, and without any visible movement from Ye Xuan, he simply gestured in the air, and the countless ice spikes instantly shattered into mist.

What happened next left the surrounding onlookers in dead silence.

A figure, tall and solitary, suddenly walked out from the mist of ice, his palm clear and lustrous like jade, continually enlarging in Bai Lang’s eyes.

He wanted to dodge this palm desperately, but his body seemed to be fixed in place, unable to move an inch at this moment.

“Uh!”

Bai Lang groaned, his face full of shock – his eyes wide open, disbelieving as he was hoisted by the neck into mid-air by Ye Xuan, a terrifying tremendous force applied to his throat.

Click…

click…

click!

The sound of his throat bones making abnormal noises as Ye Xuan’s palm tightened slightly.

Bai Lang’s neck twisted irregularly, his complexion turning from red to purple, suffocation terrifyingly assailing his body, as if he was about to be choked to death in Ye Xuan’s grip the next moment.

“Do you remember what I told you before?” Ye Xuan said in a calm voice.

“No…

impossible…

how could you be…

this…

strong?”

Being held by the neck by Ye Xuan, Bai Lang found it extremely hard to breathe, his voice strained with an indescribable fear in his eyes.

Not only was Bai Lang terrified, but everyone present abruptly rose to their feet, staring at Ye Xuan with a mixture of shock and disbelief, unable to believe what they were witnessing.

“No…

it can’t be…

although Bai Lang is slightly weaker than me…

how can he not withstand a single move?” Ming Ye trembled as he spoke, staring intently at Ye Xuan in the ring, his eyes betraying a mixture of complex emotions.

This question was not only Ming Ye’s concern; everyone present pondered this thought.

Even if Bai Lang was no match for Ye Xuan, shouldn’t his defeat be a little less simple?

“Could it be…

his cultivation…

is…

innate…?” Yun Shanhe’s voice trembled as he voiced a fact everyone had begun to consider.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible.

I, Ming Ye, have painstakingly cultivated ancient martial arts for thirty years, and have only just touched the threshold of the Innate Realm.

How could this person, barely in his twenties, be an innate martial artist?” Ming Ye roared in denial, clearly unable to accept this reality.

A single stone raised a thousand ripples, and when the phrase “innate martial artist” was uttered, a great uproar surged through the venue.

“An innate martial artist, who would have thought Ye Xuan was actually an innate martial artist?”

“There’s no mistake, who else but an innate martial artist could defeat an ancient martial grandmaster in one move?”

“A hundred years, a full hundred years, and I never expected our Xia Country to see another innate martial artist.”

The crowd was in turmoil, and at this moment, the competition seemed insignificant to the guests; instead, the revelation of Ye Xuan being an innate martial artist caused a tremendous sensation.

It was no wonder that the guests were so moved; an innate martial artist was a legend, also touted as a human war machine, transcending the ordinary, unconstrained by the rules of the world, an entity capable of opposing thousands of troops.

On the stage!

Bai Lang’s face was ashen.

Regret filled his eyes.

If he had known that Ye Xuan was an Innate Martial Artist, how could he ever have provoked this person?

“Ye…

Mr.

Ye…

I admit defeat!” Bai Lang’s trembling voice barely emerged, mixed with a plea for mercy.

Unfortunately, Ye Xuan’s expression remained indifferent, and when his eyes opened and closed, all they revealed was coldness and ruthlessness.

“Did I not tell you before, that you would die a miserable death?

Have you forgotten?” Ye Xuan spoke as if he were discussing something trivial, yet this statement caused a look of terror to appear in Bai Lang’s eyes.

“Ye…

Mr.

Ye…

you…

you’re a Guest Elder of the Earth Group…

you can’t kill me…

I’m the Xuan Group leader…

If you kill me…”

“Ah!”

As his sword hand swept the air, a flash of blood appeared.

Bai Lang screamed in pain as Ye Xuan severed his bloody arm.

“I am a man of my word,” Ye Xuan said calmly, “and when I say you will die a painful death, that is exactly what will happen.” His actions silenced everyone in the eight groups completely, and they looked at Ye Xuan with eyes filled with fear.

Ferocious and ruthless, showing no mercy—this was the demeanor Ye Xuan displayed before them.

It was only at this moment that the individuals of the eight groups realized a fact.

In Mr.

Ye’s eyes, there was never any room for mercy.

Anyone who offended him would end up dead.

“Ye Xuan, you bastard, if you kill me, even the Wu’an Office will have no place for you.”

Bai Lang could see from Ye Xuan’s gaze that the latter indeed had no intention of sparing him, and he cursed angrily.

Shh!

Blood sprayed across the sky as Bai Lang’s cries of agony rang out.

While in the midst of pain and cursing, his limbs were severed one by one by Ye Xuan.

Then, with a sudden exertion of force in his right hand, he twisted Bai Lang’s neck, casually tossing the corpse aside like trash.

Silence.

A deathly stillness.

On the stage.

Amidst severed limbs and twitching remains, the thick scent of blood wafted through the air, casting Ye Xuan in a demonic light.

“Leader!”

“Lord Bai Lang!”

Cries and shouts erupted from the Xuan Group members.

They glowered at Ye Xuan, wishing to avenge Bai Lang, but when they caught sight of Ye Xuan’s pitiless eyes, they shivered, and their voices faded to a whisper.

“Ye Xuan, you’ve got guts, daring to kill the Xuan Group leader!” Ming Ye’s fury roared, yet he kept a distance from Ye Xuan.

Clearly, after learning that Ye Xuan was an Innate Martial Artist, he no longer wished to confront him.

Step—Step—Step.

As if the drums of death were being beaten, a mournful dirge for souls resonated.

Ye Xuan walked towards Ming Ye and the other two, his face expressionless, yet causing them to change color with fright and stumble back continuously with their footsteps.

“Ye…

Ye Xuan…

what…

what do you want to do…

Are you planning to kill all of us?” Ming Ye’s voice was fierce on the outside but trembling inside, lacking his earlier arrogance.

“I am a simple man; anyone who offends me ends up dead, and there are no exceptions.” His voice was calm like that of a god of death reaping souls, resembling Yama taking lives, sending shivers through everyone present and instilling an imminent sense of death.