jdhmnovel Chapter 285 You dare insult me?
Chapter 285 You dare insult me?
"Crench."
The sudden sound of the wooden door opening instantly attracted the attention of dozens of men in black in the courtyard.
Perhaps due to the time difference, it was already dark here, and these people dressed in black gathered here didn't look like good people at all.
Therefore, Ding Yi, who opened the door, was stunned for a moment.
"Who goes there?! How are there still survivors?!"
All the men in black immediately looked at Ding Yi, and the leader was even more shocked and angry.
"Gentlemen, would you believe me if I said I've gone to the wrong place?"
Ding Yi could tell at a glance that these people were nothing more than martial artists, and he had no interest in killing them. He could only smile awkwardly and say something.
"Do you think we're fools? We'll kill him!!"
Upon hearing this, the men in black in the courtyard immediately leaped up, drew their long swords, and rushed towards Ding Yi.
Ding Yi's expression was strange as he looked at these guys who were moving at the speed of turtles. Even the changes in their facial expressions seemed to be slowed down several times in Ding Yi's eyes. This feeling of complete control made him feel a little uncomfortable for a moment.
So, I'm already this strong?
Ding Yi's expression relaxed slightly, and then he suppressed his strength to the Blood Exchange Realm before letting out a sinister laugh and charging into the crowd.
Ding Yi was like a human tank, knocking all the men in black dozens of meters away wherever he went, coughing up blood in mid-air, looking extremely miserable.
"court death!!"
Seemingly drawn by the commotion, a loud roar suddenly came from behind the courtyard, and three or four martial artists at the Yuanqiao Realm leaped over the wall and charged towards Ding Yi.
They moved swiftly and cooperated seamlessly, clearly seasoned veterans who frequently worked together.
But Ding Yi sneered at this, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever.
Three breaths later, the entire courtyard was filled with screaming martial artists, and the three Yuanqiao martial artists lay on the ground like dead dogs.
Seeing this, Ding Yi clapped his hands, bent down, grabbed one of the men, and asked:
"I ask, you answer."
The man's face was covered in bluish-black patches. He was being held by Ding Yi, and his face was full of anger, but he was surprisingly tough. He even spat at Ding Yi.
This immediately enraged Ding Yi.
You son of a bitch, I was just passing by, and you guys came up and started hitting me. I held back, and you still insulted me!
Ding Yi grabbed the man's head and slammed it against the ground. Instantly, the entire earth shook, and the surrounding houses were almost shaken apart. A large number of tiles rolled off the houses and landed on the ground with a crisp cracking sound.
"What's going on?! Who are you?"
The next moment, another shout came from the side, and Ding Yi turned his head and immediately laughed.
A divine soul, radiating a faint glow, stood behind him, staring at him with eyes of shock and anger.
Qiu Baiyu had never seen such a warrior before.
He was having a great time fighting in the front hall when he suddenly noticed a tremor behind him.
Just in case, he left his body and went to the back courtyard, but he didn't expect to see this strange scene as soon as he came out.
More than twenty skilled fighters lay on the ground, and even the three experts at the Yuanqiao Realm had their swords broken.
Qiu Baiyu thought their assassination plan had been discovered, but the newcomer looked young and his strange clothes suggested he wasn't from the same state. He frowned and asked:
"You are no ordinary person, why not state your name?"
Looking at the divine soul before him, Ding Yi was initially overjoyed, but quickly fell into disappointment.
This is yet another martial artist, and a martial artist at the Divine Travel Realm. How come there are so many martial artists all of a sudden? I've stirred up a den of martial artists.
Thinking of this, Ding Yi suddenly frowned; he seemed to have guessed where he had come from.
"Is this Zhongzhou?"
Ding Yi suddenly spoke up and asked.
"baffling."
Seeing this, Qiu Baiyu did not answer Ding Yi, but instead swung a palm at Ding Yi, and a strange palm wind immediately drifted towards Ding Yi.
"Ok?"
Ding Yi's eyes lit up when he saw this move. This was the first time he had fought against this wandering martial artist. Now it seemed that his approach was indeed different from that of the god worshipper. He was still following the path of technique.
This palm strike may seem light and airy, but it actually contains profound secrets. If an ordinary person touches it, their bones and flesh will be torn apart instantly, and even their soul cannot escape.
This is the Bone-Melting Palm, the unique skill that made Qiu Baiyu famous. Hence, he was also known as the White Bone Master!
The palm strike swelled with the wind, its essence flowing like silk, quickly enveloping Ding Yi entirely.
Ding Yi, however, remained calm and stood motionless, seemingly sensing the difference between this foreign warrior and the others.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Baiyu's expression immediately changed, and without thinking, she suddenly fled backward.
He was no novice in the martial arts world. Qiu Baiyu didn't think this guy was stupid; he was someone who dared to stand still and take a blow from him even when Qiu Baiyu's soul left his body.
The result was obvious: the attacker was not afraid of his attack at all.
Given the unusually youthful appearance of the person before him, Qiu Baiyu quickly deduced that this person was probably one of those ancient monsters who had lived for hundreds of years. After all, such people liked to pretend to be young and play around in the world, making them hard to guard against.
"withdraw!"
Qiu Baiyu's soul instantly traveled hundreds of meters and returned to his physical body, then roared.
Right in front of him was a large group of people fighting, with more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground. Among them were many dressed in black, but most were ordinary martial artists in tight-fitting clothes.
With Qiu Baiyu's loud shout, the remaining men in black in the arena all looked at each other in surprise, but their strict discipline made them decisively abandon their opponents and run towards the surrounding walls.
Qiu Baiyu himself flew onto the roof like a large bird, and then disappeared from the spot in a few flashes.
In the arena, only a group of pale-faced warriors remained, staring at each other in disbelief, each seeing the astonishment in the other's eyes.
"Get out of my way!"
With a loud shout, a middle-aged man in official robes slowly walked out of the main room.
"My lord, it seems the assassins have all left."
One of the guards, carrying a knife, whispered to the man who came out.
He Weimin stared coldly at the group of corpses lying on the ground before him, his face ashen.
As the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, he was confident that he had already established himself in the heart of the Central Plains, but he never expected that someone would dare to assassinate him.
Moreover, judging from the swift and decisive way these assassins move, they must be highly trained elites, not ordinary people who can be trained by ordinary means.
"Where is Huang Gongfeng?"
He Weimin suddenly asked.
"Huang Gongfeng was seriously injured and has already escaped."
The servant said tremblingly.
"Send someone to report to the Inspectorate immediately. I want to see who dares to make a move in the capital!"
Someone took the order and hurriedly walked out of the courtyard, but soon let out a cry of surprise.
"Sir, there are still people outside!"