C14 Iron Chain Crossing the River

"Don't, don't... don't draw your sword!"

In a state of panic, Lee Qianfan saw Ye Feilong reaching for his sword and urgently turned to shout, "Quick, get the gold coins out! Hurry, bring them out now!"

Eventually, three individuals produced gold coins, totaling four.

Ye Feilong quickly took them and used them to charge his device.

The battery life increased to 60%.

"Is it only the Lee family's gold coins that can charge this?"

Ye Feilong pondered the need to investigate this matter further.

He questioned Lee Qianfan and the rest of the Lee family members. After confirming they had no more coins, he asked Lee Qianfan, "When Lee Zhaode broke my father's arm, did he mention that my father could buy it back with money?"

Lee Qianfan replied instinctively, "I'm not sure about that..."

His voice trailed off as he suddenly looked at Ye Feilong in horror and demanded, "What are you implying? You've already taken the money. Are you thinking of reneging on our deal?"

"I did take the money, but I never agreed to spare you!"

Ye Feilong's grin was chilling, revealing a bloodthirsty delight.

Without warning, he drew his sword.

Blood sprayed from the blade, drenching him.

It didn't matter; being splattered with the blood of the Lee family was inconsequential.

"No, don't..."

Before Lee Qianfan could even let out a full scream, he let out a startled cry.

With a steely gaze, Ye Feilong brought his sword down.

"Ah!"

Lee Qianfan's arm hit the ground.

He screamed in agony as he collapsed, blood spurting from the severed limb like a fountain, creating sprays of blood.

"Taking out the trash? Yes, trash should be disposed of."

Ye Feilong's eyes, dark as night, flashed with increased murderous intent as he poised his sword at Lee Qianfan's neck.

Lee Qianfan's face turned ashen, terror etched across his features as he sensed Ye Feilong's intent to kill.

"He dares to kill me? How can he be so bold? Has he lost his mind?"

Lee Qianfan was petrified.

The people accompanying Lee Qianfan, along with the bystanders, were utterly shocked by Ye Feilong's decisive strike. This man's ruthlessness was beyond belief; he dared to kill the Lee family's young master in public. To call him crazy might be an understatement, but to call him worthless was nothing more than a slanderous insult.

"Halt!"

"Ye Feilong, how dare you?!"

Members of the Lee family snapped into action, lunging forward in response.

The sword descended without a moment's hesitation.

It was about to cleave Lee Qianfan in two.

With Ye Feilong's resolve and power, he could indeed bisect Lee Qianfan with a single strike.

That was Ye Feilong's intention.

But at that instant, a furious bellow erupted like a clap of thunder, "Ye family brat, you're asking for death!"

The moment the outcry began, a fierce sword light streaked through the air.

This sword light was actually a blade propelled with immense force.

If Ye Feilong didn't retract his sword, intent on killing Lee Qianfan, the incoming sword would pierce through his own body as it struck Lee Qianfan.

Trade lives with Lee Qianfan?

Ye Feilong certainly wouldn't make such a foolish move.

He withdrew his sword and swiftly retreated.

Lee Qianfan's men also arrived, whisking him to safety.

The sword shot through the air, impaling the skull of an onlooker.

There's danger in spectating; caution is advised when watching a brawl.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind surged.

A towering figure charged forward, snatching a sword from one of Lee Qianfan's men as he passed by.

"Lee Zhao Dan!"

Ye Feilong eyed the approaching figure, his gaze narrowing to a slit.

Lee Zhao Dan was an eighth-level Qi Martial Stage master, one of the Lee family's top fighters, and he held considerable renown throughout Cloud Forest City.

"Die!"

Lee Zhao Dan closed the distance rapidly, and with a thunderous shout, he brandished his sword to strike.

The sword light sliced through the air, emitting a piercing whistle as it effortlessly severed Ye Feilong's fully extended blade.

Ye Feilong was quick as well, his reaction so swift it was almost divine.

As his sword broke, he launched the remaining shard toward Lee Zhao Dan's throat with all his might.

"Seeking death!"

Lee Zhao Dan's eyebrows shot up; Ye Feilong's reflexes had taken him by surprise.

Despite being a veteran of countless battles and a master of his craft, he expertly wielded his long sword, striking the incoming broken blade in the blink of an eye and sending it flying through the air.

Simultaneously, Lee Zhao Dan displayed his masterful footwork, swiftly closing the distance to Ye Feilong and aiming a punch directly at his throat. With his cultivation at the eighth level of the Qi Martial Stage, Lee Zhao Dan could exert a force of at least four thousand kilograms. A direct hit would undoubtedly crush Ye Feilong's throat and potentially shatter his neck.

"Uncle Shan, kill him... Ah, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." Li Qianfan exclaimed, witnessing Lee Zhao Dan's formidable power. But the outburst aggravated his wound, causing blood to surge forth. Terrified, he quickly sat down, clutching his chest, too frightened to make any further movements.

Lee Zhao Dan didn't need any encouragement; he was already striking with full force, his eyes brimming with icy murderous intent. If he could, he would not hesitate to end Ye Feilong's life right there.

As Ye Feilong was about to be struck by Lee Zhao Dan's fist, he bellowed, "Lee Zhao Dan!" In a flash, he crossed his arms and channeled all his Genuine Qi into them.

"Iron Chain Across the River!"

This defensive technique from the Ye family miraculously allowed him to block Lee Zhao Dan's powerful punch.

"Boom!"

Ye Feilong was sent hurtling across the street like a kite whose string had snapped.

"Young Master!" Lau Jiuyue cried out as she ran toward him.

But Lee Zhao Dan was quicker, darting past Lau Jiuyue with a murderous look in his eyes, intent on reaching Ye Feilong first.

"Young Master..." Lau Jiuyue's anxiety peaked, and she found herself in a bizarre state, her forehead glowing with a crimson hue reminiscent of a flame-like flower.

In that critical moment, a figure swiftly swooped in, pulling Ye Feilong out of harm's way.