Insufficient balance

  Han Shaokun, who was startled by Ye Yizhe's appearance and took two steps back, seemed to feel that his words were not enough to intimidate him. He turned around, saw nearly a hundred people shining with glittering knives behind him, and felt reassured again. Although he was pretending to be calm, he still sneered at Ye Yizhe: "You little brat, I think you can prepare your coffin now."

  "That's right, you can indeed prepare your coffin."

  Ye Yizhe's voice fell and he disappeared on the spot, Han Shaokun, who was fast, had not reacted yet when Ye Yizhe appeared in front of him, pinched his neck and lifted him up. A sly smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and before Han Shaokun could curse loudly, he used force to throw him towards the surrounding crowd.

  Han Shaokun fell onto the crowd, unhurt, and got up, furious: "Kill him for me!"

  As he spoke, he himself hid behind the crowd. He didn't even notice that just now, he was startled by Ye Yizhe's speed and a shadow appeared in his heart.

  Seeing this scene, Ye Yizhe said disdainfully: "I'll let you see, wherever you hide today is a dead end!"

  "Kill him and get one million as reward!"

  Great rewards must have brave men; even if they clearly know their own strength is insufficient, a group of people still rush up instantly. In their view, even if they are not capable, there is only one person in front of them.

  Looking at the crowd surrounding him, Ye Yizhe turned his head to glance at Li Hu, his eyes filled with the image of Li's bloodied body. The anger in his chest intensified, and he no longer hesitated, charging out with a raised hand.

  Tiger son, even if it's for you, slaughtering more people is of no consequence!

  You're my brother!

  Thinking so, he kept shuttling through the crowd, every move could bring down a person, charging forward bravely, as if not caring about the blade behind him. And this was also what Han Shaokun saw with increasing horror, Ye Yizhe seemed to have grown eyes on his back, and every time he perfectly avoided it.

  A hundred people, but just so.

  One person? One person is enough to deal with these people.

  A lion enters a flock of sheep, what kind of scene would that be? That's exactly what it is now.

  Han Shaokun finally understood what kind of enemy he had provoked. The hundred people brought were all masters of the Qilin Association, and not one of them could withstand a single round under Ye Yizhe's hands. Even if the four great war generals of the Qingbang came together, they wouldn't be able to achieve this.

  At the other end of Canglang Street, Feng Si Niang led a dozen or so people waiting in ambush, keeping an eye on everything that happened.

  Ye Yizhe, after receiving the news, Feng Si Niang said she wanted to follow him, regardless of whether they exposed their relationship or not. However, he vetoed it. At that time, he narrowed his eyes, and his anger was completely repressed. He calmly said: "A group of jumping clowns."

  Feng Si Niang saw that he wasn't joking, so she believed him. However, to be on the safe side, she still brought some core personnel to follow him from a distance and wait at the street head of Canglang Street, ready to provide support in case anything went wrong.

  But when they saw Ye Yizhe's ethereal figure weaving through the crowd, Li Hu's old acquaintance Xiao Wei was left with only disbelieving murmurs: "Is he still human?"

  Even Feng Si Niang, who was used to the scene, was stunned there, motionless, but her eyes were shining brightly. This is his man, she asked how he was so fierce, he just said that Nie Huangyan was not his opponent, but she still had no concept at all, nor did she know whether it was true or false, after all, Ye Yizhe's age was too shocking.

  Seeing the scene in front of her, Feng Si Niang finally put down her heart in shock. The leisurely and carefree manner, which didn't seem to have used much strength at all, made her feel a kind of pride deep within. This was her man, and only such a person could be her man!

  Which woman doesn't want to see her man conquer the world with a fierce gaze? Otherwise, Feng Si Niang wouldn't have used that topic to stir up Ye Yi Zhe's passion. It's just that she didn't expect the outcome to be so delightful.

  Ye Yizhe, however, was unaware of this situation. He continued to slaughter his way through, dissatisfied with the slowness of his fists. He snatched two knives from the hands of Qilin Society members, holding one in each hand, and hacked away at an extremely fast speed, without any technique, relying solely on speed and strength.

  The body twisted at an incredible angle, avoiding attacks that seemed to have no openings, and with each swing of the knife, some blood splattered out, then following the trail of blood, another hand swung down with a single slash, announcing the end of a life.

  Ye Yizhe's feet were not idle, jumping like art, with two steel knives under his feet, constantly rotating under his feet. He slid on the rotating knife handle, making everyone dare not get too close, afraid that before they even touched him, their feet would be cut.

  What's the big deal? Ye Yizhe wouldn't care about it anyway.

  He saw him lightly lift his toes, and then the steel knife flew out, straight down and smashed an enemy.

  "With a 'tsk' sound, it pierced in directly, without any noise. The person's eyes widened unknowingly, seemingly still unaware of what had happened."

  The deterrent effect brought about is also the strongest.

  No matter how powerful a person is, they will eventually run out of energy when facing so many people. The best solution is to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, using some people as sacrifices to create fear in the hearts of those who follow, making them unable to exert their due strength, and an overwhelming momentum can often bring unexpected results.

  Watching the people in front of him fall to the ground one after another, those who dared to stand in front of Ye Yizhe were also fewer and fewer. In just one minute, thirty or forty people fell down in front of him. Within a radius of five meters around him, there was no longer anyone present, nor did anyone dare to come over.

  Ye Yizhe stood proudly in the center, his body covered in bloodstains, but not a single drop was his own. The slight curve of his lips made everyone's heart skip a beat with fear. Although it was his first time killing someone, Ye Yizhe didn't know why he didn't feel even the slightest bit of discomfort. Looking at the people trampled under his feet, he didn't want to admit it, but couldn't deny that a fleeting sense of pleasure had flashed through his heart.

  Then just kill it.

  Han Shaokun was exposed in front of him like this, and at this moment, none of his subordinates dared to block for him.

  "I've said it before, if you must die, then you will die!"

  Ye Yizhe slowly walked past Han Shaokun, whose legs were already trembling. Every step was loud and clear, as if it was knocking on his heart.

  He deliberately slowed down his footsteps, dragging the knife on the ground, making a "zizi" sound. Just as Ye Yizhe was about to reach him, Han Shaokun could no longer hold on, with sweat dripping from his face and his legs trembling, he fell to his knees with a thud.

  If Ye Yizhe had killed him directly from the start, he would not have been so scared now. He deliberately left Han Shaokun alive and did not kill him directly, just for this scene, he wanted him to not only pay with his life but also thoroughly destroy his self-esteem. Just killing him would be too unjust for Li Hu's injuries.

  Let Han Shaokun watch as life slowly slips away, giving him a sense that he is unbeatable, and finally collapsing psychologically. His pants had already emitted a foul smell, and it turned out that he was so scared that his feces and urine were unstoppable.

  Ye Yizhe looked at him kneeling in front of him and said proudly: "This is the consequence of doing wrong!"

  He didn't care whether Han Shaokun had anything to say, and raised his knife for a slash.

  The remaining Kirin people who saw this scene involuntarily dropped their knives and turned to run in all directions.

  Looking at the scattered crowd, Ye Yizhe did not pursue them. After Han Shaokun's death, the Qilin Society would never be a force to be reckoned with again. No matter what, even if there was a successor, it would be impossible to restore its original scale. Moreover, these Qilin Society elites, I reckon that even if they were still in the underworld, they would avoid him when they saw him, so what's there to fear?

  As for Han Shaokun's body, he didn't even bother to take a look, tossing the knife in his hand and turning around to walk to Li Hu's side, embracing him and murmuring: "Tiger son, let's go home."