C37 Is not silent

Then, he started to look at Bronze Ring nervously. After a minute, his heart had completely calmed down.

Invalid!

The ring did not emit the familiar white light, and his sister's wound was still bleeding.

After a moment, he seemed to have thought of something and quickly took out the ring. He hastily put it on and pulled out a black dagger from his pants pocket and slashed at the ring with his left hand.

"Puchi!"

The ring finally lit up and the mysterious white Colour Flow quickly flowed from the ring finger to the wound on Ye Qingyu's wrist. On the other hand, Ye Qinghan quickly opened her sister's mouth and squeezed out a mouthful of blood before the wound could completely heal and drip into Ye Qingyu's mouth.

However, the ring's restoration ability was too strong. After a moment, the scar on his wrist began to form. Ye Qinghan frowned, it was not because of the pain in his wound, it was because he had experienced this kind of pain for more than a month and he did not care at all. He only felt that the scar would form too quickly, so he was afraid that he would delay saving his sister's life. He picked up the dagger again and slashed heavily on the scar. This cut was very deep, and a white periosteum could be seen on the wound.

Scratch, drip, scrape, continue scratch!

Just like that, Ye Qinghan continued to repeat the process, working very tirelessly. From beginning to end, his face did not have a single emotion, only silence and the sound of dripping fresh blood.

After an unknown period of time, he had lost track of how many cuts he had made and how much blood had flowed from his wounds. Ye Qinghan's face grew paler and paler, but the light in Ye Qingyu's eyes continued to grow brighter and brighter. On his weak face, a faint smile of gratification could be seen.

Slowly …

As more and more of his blood flowed into Ye Qingyu's mouth, as his face became paler and paler, Ye Qingyu's complexion gradually turned rosy, and her forehead began to slowly form scars. Furthermore, she began to let out a long and weak breath, and her chest also slowly rose and fell.

Gently stroking his little sister's face, Ye Qinghan began to silently shed tears. If he had come back earlier, a day earlier, no, a moment earlier, his little sister would not have had to suffer this kind of pain. Seeing his sister's peaceful and dormant face, he felt slightly more at ease. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his sister's mouth and covered her with a blanket.

Then!

He slowly stood up, but his eyes suddenly became sharp. A formless killing intent enveloped the entire room.

...

Ye Qingxie did not run, but obediently stayed at the small Inner-hospital. He was not scared by the viciousness of Ye Qinghan's kick against the Night Leopard, nor was he scared by the words that Ye Qinghan said he wanted to tear down his father's small city. It was because he felt that things were originally not done well, and with Ye Qinghan's unexpected appearance, the situation would probably become even more troublesome. So he had to stay here and stabilize Ye Qinghan so that Ye Qingkuang would have time to come over and take care of everything.

The other underling had already gone to inform the others, but the night leopard's corpse was still lying quietly on the ground. Ye Qingxie was surprised by the speed at which Ye Qinghan was improving. Wasn't this trash only at the first level of the Elite Realm a few months ago? How could he instantly kill a first level commander level night leopard with a single punch and a kick! However, he was not overly worried. With him at the first level of the General's Realm, the War Beast would reach the second level after merging with him. He felt that with this kind of strength, he would definitely be able to control everything that happened.

In the next second, a chilling aura enveloped his body. What a strong killing intent! Ye Qingxie was stunned as he looked at the skinny young man at the door. He did not know why his small body was emitting such a strong killing intent.

"Why?"

Ye Qinghan stood at the door and spoke indifferently, his voice somewhat cold.

"Why? No Why... "Actually, I just arrived too. I realized that Cousin Qingyu couldn't take it anymore …"

Ye Qingxie wanted to casually explain something, but he closed his mouth halfway. Because he realized that as Ye Qinghan spoke, his expression became colder and colder, and his killing intent became stronger and stronger.

"Why?"

Although Ye Qinghan still said the same three words and asked the same question. However, these three words seemed to have magic in them. Each word struck his heart, causing him to feel a tinge of fear, a tinge of fear, and even a bit of trembling.

Ye Qingxie took a few deep breaths and told himself, what's there to tremble about? He was just a piece of trash. As a first level general level expert, why would he be afraid of him? Therefore, he continued to speak: "Ye Qinghan, I can understand your feelings, but I hope you can be sane. I think the clan will give you an explanation."

"Assemble!"

Ye Qinghan did not waste any more words, and directly merged into his War Beast, the surging energy enveloping his body once again, causing his aura to become even more imposing. He slowly took a step forward, and opened his mouth once again: "I'm going to ask you again, why?"

"Assemble!"

In his opinion, there was something wrong with Ye Qinghan's brain. Since he could not use words to properly make him understand some principles, he could only use force to "explain" to him, to let this brat who did not know how high the sky was and how deep the earth was, understand this world.

Just that, in the next second, he saw Ye Qinghan's cold eyes emit two rays of dazzling white light, like a sun at noon, causing him to feel dizzy and dizzy when he looked, unable to find the direction.

The first thing Ye Qinghan did was to use his combo combat skill — Soul Stun. He was now certain that this skill was truly powerful. It was powerful enough to directly ignore the defenses of Martial Cultivator and attack their souls, stunning them for a second. One second was very short, it passed in the blink of an eye, but for Martial Cultivator of their level, one second could cause a person to die countless of times. For example, Xue Yi from the Fire Wolf Mountain, for example, the current Ye Qingxie.

His right hand opened, forming a claw with his palm, and grabbed Ye Qingxie's neck, forcefully lifting him up into the air. His left hand quickly and ruthlessly smashed a few of the important acupuncture points on his body, breaking a few of the key acupuncture points on his body that was circulating with the War Qi. Then, looking at Ye Qingxie who was slowly awakening with a face full of shock, he coldly said:

"Today, you will definitely die. The only difference will be whether you die happily or painfully. If you don't want to implicate your city's parents and your brother who just became Core Descendant, tell me everything about this matter. "

Ye Qingxie looked terrified at Ye Qinghan who was holding onto him with one hand, and did not understand what was happening! Oh right, he suddenly saw two lights and felt a bit dizzy … He nearly fainted! The more he thought about it, the more shocked he became! What … What kind of demonic magic was this? It could actually stun a Martial Cultivator of the general realm.

It had to be known that in the battle of Martial Cultivator, life or death was determined in a second. Ye Qinghan could actually ignore material defenses and directly attack the soul? This was just too terrifying. It was enough to instantly kill a general realm expert. Feeling the important acupuncture points of his body being shattered, he knew that he could not circulate the War Qi. He knew that he had lost, losing meant death.

Ah!

Just as he was thinking, Ye Qingxie suddenly panicked and opened his eyes wide, because he saw that Ye Qinghan seemed to be unable to wait any longer. His left hand slid down and took out a black dagger from his chest. His movements were quick and gentle. There was no sound, but he seemed to hear two taut leather tendons suddenly snapping with a "bang" sound. Immediately after that, his knees hurt and he suddenly lost all feeling below his calves.

"Since you are still hesitating, then I would like to let you feel the pain of death first so that you can make the right decision."

Hearing Ye Qinghan's cold and detached words, he knew that if he did not speak the truth, Ye Qinghan would definitely torture him until he died, until the last drop of blood flowed. Furthermore, he would definitely kill off all of his family members, including his elderly parents in the small city. Because Ye Qinghan at the moment, made him feel that he was even more terrifying than a demon. Ye Qinghan's ruthlessness, and Ye Qinghan's sudden increase in strength, made his even more terrifying than a demon.

"I... Speak... Let, let go! "

He felt the hand on his neck growing stronger and stronger, and it became harder and harder for him to breathe, but Ye Qinghan's hands and feet continued to dance in the air, and he opened his mouth with much difficulty to say a few words.

"Bam!"

Ye Qinghan casually waved his hand, causing Ye Qingxie to fall to the ground like a broken toy, raising a cloud of dust. Then he took a few steps forward and half-squatted on the ground, held his dagger in his hand and coldly said:

"I'll give you a minute. Don't expect others to save you, even if the experts from the Monarch Stage come, I will kill you before they do."

Ye Qingxie laughed at himself. His subordinates had already left a long time ago, so Ye Qingkuang and Ye Rong had long since come to save them. In fact, this morning, Ye Qingkuang had only asked him to bring two of his subordinates here by himself. His intentions were very clear — — Now that things were settled, there would be heavy rewards. Since Ye Qingkuang was so heartless, for the sake of his loved ones, he had no choice but to be heartless. Ye Qingxie immediately thought of everything in his heart, and said:

"It's Xue Wuhen and Ye Qingkuang. Two months ago …"

As Ye Qinghan quickly finished his story, Ye Qinghan's expression grew colder and colder, but his heart was already raging with rage.

This home... It seemed that he couldn't stay any longer. More than ten years of suppression and humiliation, Ye Qingxian's disdainful insults, the ice-cold rainy night in front of the elders' hall, the humiliation at Niu fencing street, the killing intent that flashed past Ye Jian's eyes in front of the War Beast s hall, the huge yellow palm, as well as the bright red color on the snow-white wall behind him … Everything that had happened, seemed like an inverted movie, causing Ye Qinghan's emotions to be suppressed to the extreme. He could no longer endure it, and was unable to keep his silence.