放荡娇妻肉交换闺蜜

[New Extraordinary Ability: Arm God (the power of both arms can be stacked for a certain period of time)]

[Vitality Value + 0.25 card]

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“Western Fire League…”

Pei Jinye opened his eyes, his hand dropping the corpse onto the sandy soil with indifference.

“So, I was caught in an undeserved disaster.”

He withdrew his gaze.

Pei Jinye turned around.

Lou Hai appeared with a large number of men, and upon seeing that Pei Jinye was safe and sound, the weight he had been carrying in his heart was finally lifted.

“Demon King, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. How many people did you bring?” Pei Jinye asked.

“I brought everyone except those needed at home, about seventy-plus people.” Lou Hai didn’t know what Pei Jinye had in mind and looked at him questioningly.

“Do all of you have the guts to kill with me?”

Pei Jinye stood atop a sand dune, his gaze oppressive.

Lou Hai was straightforward, “We follow your lead!”

“I report the location, you initiate the teleportation. After everyone goes in, kill anyone you encounter!” Pei Jinye’s words were chillingly succinct.

Lou Hai couldn’t help but take a stealthy glance at Pei Jinye, knowing he must be seething from just having been ambushed. Yet, he was still somewhat skeptical of Pei Jinye’s orders.

However, thinking of the Elder’s attitude towards the Demon King, he did not voice any opposition and chose to not play the scapegoat.

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“Go to West Capital Road…”

Lou Hai began the teleportation.

Over seventy people followed Pei Jinye as they teleported to the Western Fire League’s station on West Capital Road.

The abrupt appearance of more than seventy people stunned the members of the Western Fire League.

“Pu-chi!”

The sword in Pei Jinye’s hand suddenly slashed forward, the head of the man in front of him flying up high in an instant.

Hot blood splattered on his comrade’s face before he could react, and he was wiped out by another sword strike from Pei Jinye.

Pei Jinye kicked away the body.

He stated coldly, “Three minutes to silence them all!”

“Yes!”

The over seventy assassins from the Old Gods Association, inspired by Pei Jinye, pounced fiercely like wolves and tigers.

Lou Hai was astounded.

He had always known little about the Demon King.

He only knew that Black Shark, Silver Art, and the others were partners until they were ambushed and their whereabouts became unknown.

Now, having personally followed him, he realized that this Demon King truly acted like a devil, decidedly and efficiently.

The comms of the stronghold had been cut off by Pei Jinye; behind him, the continuous screams rose and fell without causing a ripple across his expression.

Anger surged from his heart with malicious intent forming courageously at his side.

Since he had already been marked for death by the enemy due to his affiliation with the Old Gods Association, he naturally had no reservations.

If you want to kill, then I will kill!

If you dare to flee, I will slaughter your entire clan!

Blood energy soared to the heavens.

Three minutes passed, and the seventy-plus assassins of the Old Gods Association regrouped in front of Pei Jinye, a dozen wounded but unwilling to retreat.

“Demon King…” Lou Hai spoke softly beside him.

Pei Jinye was terse, “To the second location.”

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“Who!”

The Western Fire League was divided into twelve halls.

At this moment, Luo Qingshan, the hall master of the East Wind Hall, rushed out his room disheveled, just to face a group of assassins from the Old Gods Association slaying people in the courtyard.

He knew it was bad news.

Luo Qingshan turned and rushed back into the room.

A light shield enveloped this piece of the world.

Lou Hai materialized in front of Pei Jinye, looking upset, “My teleportation ability has been restricted. If we can’t break out, reinforcements from the Western Fire League will soon arrive, and we will be surrounded and killed off like dumplings in a pot.”

“I’ve got this.”

Pei Jinye’s voice was steady; as he finished speaking, his sword was already slanting down in a sweeping cut.

The sword of the “Celestial Human Sword Art” differed from the “Sword Decides Life or Death”. The former was more about depth and merciless emotion, whereas the latter was domineering.

Suddenly, Pei Jinye’s figure flashed, vanishing from the spot with Lou Hai.

Almost instantly.

The place where Lou Hai had just been standing exploded.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The continuous roar of explosions reverberated between heaven and earth, dizzying everyone in the vicinity.

People from the Western Fire League were killing frantically, friend and foe indistinguishable, triggering blasts one after another.

Raging flames wildly spread in all directions. Numerous walls couldn’t withstand the energy of the explosions and were blown apart, with many buildings collapsing.

In the blink of an eye.

The neatly arranged residential area was reduced to ruins.

The explosions ceased.

Lou Hai stayed next to Pei Jinye, having narrowly escaped death, the shock nearly costing him his life.

His abilities now limited, he was like a dragonfly stripped of its wings, barely able to protect himself.

“Spread out, find cover!”

Someone from the Western Fire League recovered his senses and shouted loudly.

The assassins of the Old Gods Association were even quicker to react. Aside from a few unlucky ones, everyone had already dodged, seeking shelter.

It must be said that these assassins who accompanied the Faceless Elder were among the elite of the elite.

Pei Jinye stood silently behind a massive stone platform, handing Lou Hai a longsword he had just picked up from the ground, signaling him to catch it with his eyes.

Lou Hai nodded, not saying a word.

He knew that making noise now would undoubtedly reveal their position.

Inside the room.

Luo Qingshan squinted, turning his head towards the middle-aged man in black beside him, “Has there been no reply from West Capital Road yet?”

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“No reply.”

The man in black said softly, “Maybe they’ve met with some mishap.”

“Damn it, those crazies from the Old Gods Association!” Luo Qingshan cursed under his breath.

However, the man in black suggested, “Perhaps it’s because our plan succeeded.”

“Hmm?” Luo Qingshan was startled and asked, “Are you saying the explosion earlier actually killed the high-ups of the Old Gods Association?”

“Maybe,” the man in black said calmly, “otherwise, I can’t think of any other reason for them to be so hysterical. Has there been any contact from headquarters?”

“I’ve made contact. They should arrive in no more than five minutes,” Luo Qingshan said with a cold smile, “We can take down another wave of the Old Gods Association. After today, I want to see how they can still be so arrogant!”

He took out a walkie-talkie and said coldly, “All units follow my command, outflank and encircle them, let those pups from the Old Gods Association see what happens when they mess with the Western Fire League!”

Whoosh!

Over ten pitch-black objects were hurled towards the heap of collapsed ruins.

The power of the recent explosion was still fresh in everyone’s minds—how could the assassins from the Old Gods Association not realize what was being thrown at them? Agile and skillful, they dodged continuously.

“Demon King, what do we do?” Lou Hai asked in a low voice.

Pei Jinye found him annoying but didn’t show it: “Stand ten meters behind me and run as far as you can.”

“Huh?” Lou Hai was taken aback.

However, Pei Jinye didn’t care about him and scanned the surroundings.

Twenty meters away.

Boom boom boom boom!

Along with the sound of explosions,

Dozens of figures from the Western Fire League sprang forward.

The man in black also left the room, his stride covering several meters, his hand clutching a large sword that whistled through the air as he ran furiously.

Vitality surged, his clothes billowed abruptly, exuding a ferocious, tiger-like momentum as he charged at the Old Gods Association’s assassins.

But with a clang,

The Demon Abyss Sword left its sheath—flash of cold light!

The man in black’s forward charge came to an abrupt halt, his blood energy erupting, causing an intense whistling in the air.

In a half-step, he flicked his fingertips, appearing firmer than steel.

He harshly grabbed at the wrist of his attacker.

But suddenly, the sword edge tore through the air, Pei Jinye released the sword, and in the process of the longsword’s movement, he seemingly shrank the ground to an inch, disappearing instantly from the spot.

When he reappeared, Pei Jinye had already grabbed the hilt of the Demon Abyss Sword again, slashing horizontally.

“Clang!”

The man in black was sent flying, skidding across the ground and plowing a path over ten steps long.

He furrowed his brow and looked at Pei Jinye seriously, his gaze touching the Ghost Face Mask with some hesitation, “You’re from the Old Gods Association… Are you the new Godson?”

However, the response he got was a fierce sword strike from Pei Jinye.

The man in black shouted coldly, his figure flashing, veins bulging on his arm, blood energy enveloping his fist, forming a protective shield and slamming down hard.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Two heavy thuds sounded, and in midair, the man in black’s spine—like a twisting Wild Dragon, even through his clothes—conveyed an explosive shock. He threw a punch that shook the air itself.

But suddenly, a huge shadow surfaced in his mind.

The sword intent emanating from the man in the Ghost Face Mask seemed to have suddenly surged.

Had he broken through?

With a “swish,” the sword edge pressed against the man in black’s forehead, piercing slightly, blood oozing out. Roaring in anger, the man retreated swiftly.

His hands came together quickly, clamping down on Pei Jinye’s sword.

“Explode!”

He bellowed, trying to snap Pei Jinye’s sword, but alas—

The famed Demon Abyss Sword, how could it possibly be broken by brute force from a mere mortal?

Pei Jinye held the sword in one hand, maintaining the thrusting motion, while his other hand slapped down hard.

Flash Collapse!

Under the immense force, the man in black’s eyes bulged.

Damn, this strength!

Isn’t he a swordsman?

As the last thought flashed through his mind, the man in black was blasted away.

“Thump.”

His body hit the ground, splashing blood everywhere. At that moment, a gaping, bloodied hole had been torn open in the chest of the man in black, his eyes wide open, dead and staring.

Pei Jinye’s expression remained unchanged as he passed by the body of the man in black, uttering just eight words.

“Reckless and unthoughtful, a death well deserved.”

He looked up.

Luo Qingshan at the doorway suddenly found himself the focus of attention, the hairs on his back standing on end as he staggered back, shouting in panic and anger, “Kill him, quick, kill him!”

But the next moment,

Pei Jinye charged forward… In Luo Qingshan’s eyes, he resembled a primordial behemoth that blotted out the sky, hurtling toward him.

He turned to flee immediately.

But in the blink of an eye, Pei Jinye’s hand was pressing down on his head, carrying him through a wall five meters away.

Amidst a “thunderous” crash, dust and debris billowed.

The people from the Western Fire League were stunned.

From Protector Xia’s death to their leader’s accident, everything had happened in the blink of an eye.

While everyone was still dazed,

The elite assassins of the Old Gods Association sprung into action, a flurry of blood blossoming, bodies being thrown through the air.

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Inside the room,

Luo Qingshan’s body collapsed lifelessly.

Pei Jinye held his mask.

Pressed the black button.

Everyone noticed the light shield high above being rapidly lifted.

The assassins from the Old Gods Association gathered in front of him, looking to him with absolute respect.

Lou Hai stood behind the crowd… Looking at Pei Jinye with unrivaled admiration, having survived the ordeal.

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“Demon King, shall we continue the slaughter?”

“Kill!”