My Silly, Sweet Wife

Another person sneered, ”Ghost-cutting Saber Luo Potian!”

He held a giant saber as tall as himself, gave it a swing, and split a car in front of him in half with one stroke.

Feng Wuji shuddered, ”Are these guys even human?”

Nong Huaji looked ashen.

”It’s over, it’s really over this time. It seems the allure of the Innate Pill is indeed strong enough to bring all these hidden masters out in such a short time.”

Aside from the Cross-Training Master Qiu Daoming, the other two were names Nong Huaji knew well.

These two had been famous for a long time and seemed to have become Half-step Masters ten years ago.

Moreover, it was said that in order to break through to the Grandmaster Realm, they had been in secluded training for nearly a decade, with no news of them.

Who would have thought that they would appear just to kill Ye Guichen, and they were even joining forces against him.

This gives them no chance to survive!

It seems that these people haven’t broken through to the Grandmaster Realm yet and are waiting specifically for the Innate Pill to make the breakthrough.

”Brother Shen, earlier this kid killed Bai Xiaosheng in one move. He might have some skill. We can join forces to kill this kid first, then about the Innate Pill, hehe, we settle it with our own skills, how about that?” Luo Potian said with a sinister smile, looking at Shen Biesan.

Shen Biesan had the same thought and was about to agree when Qiu Daoming snorted coldly, ”You guys take your time discussing. Do we really need to join forces to deal with a wet-behind-the-ears boy? Hmph, if I didn’t want to see his skills, I would have come out earlier. Why let Bai Xiaosheng, that waste, step in?”

”He only killed Bai Xiaosheng in one move earlier by relying on his speed for a surprise attack. But in front of me, Qiu Daoming, any surprise attacks are useless.”

Qiu Daoming stepped forward, suddenly stomped his foot, and it seemed like a small earthquake occurred, shaking violently twice.

He raised his hand, pointing at Ye Guichen arrogantly, ”Boy, I’ll ask you again: will you die by your own hand, or let me crush all your bones?”

No one dared to refute Qiu Daoming’s words.

Qiu Daoming was a Cross Training Master.

His body was like iron; even a surprise attack couldn’t break his skin. Any attack was useless.

Ye Guichen merely shook his head lightly, ”Alright, then I’ll ask you: do you want to die yourself, or shall I crush your bones?”

The original words returned!

Qiu Daoming was stunned, initially not comprehending Ye Guichen’s meaning.

After a moment, he slapped his forehead fiercely, ”Boy, you’re mimicking me? Well, looks like you want me to crush all your bones, huh? I’ll grant your wish!”

With a fierce roar, he unleashed a deafening shout like a beast, throwing a punch at Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen did not dodge but rather smiled mockingly at the corners of his mouth.

If it was before, I might have to tangle with Qiu Daoming for a while.

But now, having mastered the second level of the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique, dealing with a Cross-Training Master like this is all too easy.

”Shatter!”

Ye Guichen didn’t back off and instead moved forward, pressing a finger on Qiu Daoming’s fist.

Everyone was stunned.

They initially thought Ye Guichen’s arm would be crushed by Qiu Daoming.

But the next second, Qiu Daoming’s expression twisted.

Ye Guichen moved, his fists wrapped around Qiu Daoming’s iron-clad arms, pummeling his limbs like raindrops.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

In the blink of an eye, countless punches were thrown.

In everyone’s eyes, Ye Guichen’s fists appeared to lack any force and couldn’t possibly hurt Qiu Daoming.

However, in plain view, Qiu Daoming sat on the ground with a thud.

Immediately afterward, the iron rings on his arms exploded one by one.

In the blink of an eye, they were all shattered.

Qiu Daoming’s face was one of disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost, looking at Ye Guichen, ”You, you are a Cross Training Grandmaster?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than his massive body collapsed.

Although there was no blood flowing from his body, it was evidently limp.

A closer look revealed that his body seemed boneless.

”Gulp!”

Someone gulped hard.

Clearly, Qiu Daoming’s bones had all been shattered.

”He’s a Cross Training Grandmaster?” Shen Biesan became unsettled.

They practiced martial arts, but their physical strength was far inferior to that of a Cross Training Master.

Even a novice was not something they could easily handle.

Yet Ye Guichen, as if playing, crushed all of Qiu Daoming’s bones.

Only a Cross Training Grandmaster could accomplish such a feat.

A Cross Training Grandmaster!

That was a legendary existence, one able to easily crush their skulls.

Ye Guichen, so young, had become a Cross Training Grandmaster.

No wonder he managed to vanquish Bai Xiaosheng.

Shen Biesan glanced at Luo Potian, already contemplating retreat.

Luo Potian moved his throat, raised his saber, ”Farewell!”

Without another word, he turned and fled.

Shen Biesan was taken aback that Luo Potian would flee so quickly, inwardly cursing him as despicable. Yet, before he could turn around, he saw Ye Guichen already raising his hand, launching a punch from afar, ”Great Mercy, Great Compassion!”

A gust of wind seemed to pass over Shen Biesan.

Shen Biesan felt something wet on his face, instinctively raised his hand to touch it, and was shocked to discover half his face was skinned.

His body trembled violently, turning to see Luo Potian, who had run over thirty meters away, suddenly shivered as if he had seen a ghost.

Before Shen Biesan understood what was happening, Luo Potian hurled his saber away with a scream, and his body exploded into a mist of blood.

Flesh scattered everywhere, horrifying to the extreme.

Thud!

Shen Biesan’s legs went weak and he collapsed to his knees before Ye Guichen, ”Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, I was blind to your greatness, please spare my life!”

Such ghostly methods, unheard of before.

To blow someone away over thirty meters with just a punch.

Is this something a human could even do?

Ye Guichen hadn’t expected the second level of the Xuanming Prison Suppressing Technique to be this powerful; he looked down at his fists, a smile at the corners of his mouth.

”When you tried to kill me earlier, did you think about dying?” Ye Guichen’s tone was calm, yet like a hellish sound, making Shen Biesan shiver in fright.

Shen Biesan gritted his teeth, ”Mr. Ye, as long as you spare my life, I’ll serve you as a loyal steed, without a frown!”

Ye Guichen shook his head lightly, ”Since you wanted to be Medicine King Valley’s lackey, there’s no need to live.”

Raising his hand, he lightly pressed on Shen Biesan’s head.

Shen Biesan opened his mouth but didn’t have time to plead before his body collapsed like a deflated balloon onto the ground.

Nong Huaji glanced at Shen Biesan and saw him bleeding from his mouth and nose, his skull evidently crushed by Ye Guichen’s pressure.

Shen Biesan, who usually killed with a thin line, didn’t even get a chance to use his skills.

”Mr. Ye...” Nong Huaji looked at Ye Guichen with eyes completely transformed, as if looking at a Heavenly God.

Is there really such a powerful person in this world?