Chapter 4 - 4 4 Snowstorm Envelops Merciless Slaughter

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Chapter 4 of "Urban Undying Lord" begins revealing surprises: 4: Chapter 4: Snowstorm Envelops, Merciless Slaughter 4: Chapter 4: Snowstorm Envelops, Merciless Slaughter On... Read on to find out!

4: Chapter 4: Snowstorm Envelops, Merciless Slaughter 4: Chapter 4: Snowstorm Envelops, Merciless Slaughter On the snow-covered streets, two luxurious sedans sped forward, with surrounding vehicles maintaining a cautious distance, fearful of colliding on the slick road. “Black Panther, what exactly happened just now, and why did we retreat?” Inside the car, Li Mingze was extremely dissatisfied and questioned Black Panther. Although Li Mingzhu didn’t speak, she also looked towards Black Panther, a trace of doubt in her eyes. “Young master, young lady, listen to me. The person just now was very likely an Ancient Martial Artist. If a conflict had erupted at the hospital, we would have definitely been at a disadvantage,” Black Panther said gravely. “Hiss!” As Black Panther’s words fell, the Li siblings inhaled sharply, a flash of fear crossing their eyes. “Is... is he really an Ancient Martial Artist?” Li Mingzhu said urgently. “I can’t be certain, but didn’t you feel it, young master and young lady? Why was that person not afraid when facing our Li Family, and why did the temperature in the entire hospital lobby seem to drop the moment he appeared?” Black Panther analyzed. Prompted by Black Panther’s reminder, the Li siblings quickly recalled the encounter—sweat soon forming on their foreheads. “Ancient... Ancient Martial Artist... If he really is an Ancient Martial Artist... then what about us...?” Li Mingze’s voice trembled, fear evident in his eyes, and he struggled to finish his sentence. “Brother, don’t worry. Even if the other party is an Ancient Martial Artist, our Li Family isn’t to be trifled with either. Once we get home, we’ll find out more about this person, and then...” Suddenly— Before Li Mingzhu could finish speaking, the driver slammed on the brakes, causing the car to skid several meters and smash straight into the guardrail, startling the Li siblings. “Old Zhang, how are you driving?” Li Mingze scolded angrily. “Li... Li young master... there’s someone ahead... I...” the driver said in panic. “What does it matter if there’s someone? Just run them over,” Li Mingze, already in a foul mood, revealed his unruly nature when faced with this incident. “Young master, young lady, are you okay?” The bodyguards from the following vehicle quickly got out, several of them rushing to the front of the Li siblings’ car. “Hmph, I want to see which blind fool dares to block the road and seek death,” Li Mingze said as he opened the car door and looked up the road ahead. Whoosh whoosh whoosh! The cold wind howled and snow filled the sky, a lone figure walking slowly through the blizzard. Facing the wind and treading on snow, he moved forward gradually, snow swirling wildly, and the biting wind howled like a ferocious beast, the bone-chilling cold seeped deep into the minds of the Li siblings. Step—step—step. Like the Soul Drum beating, and a funeral dirge sounding, each step Ye Xuan took seemed like the god of the underworld walking the Human World, as if ready to harvest the souls of all living beings at any moment. “Is... is it you?” When Ye Xuan’s face came into view, the siblings gasped in shock. Black Panther’s expression turned icy, quickly pulling a handgun from his coat, with several bodyguards following suit, their dark guns firmly trained on Ye Xuan. “Friend, what are you trying to do?” Black Panther’s body tensed, his voice deeply ominous. As the saying goes, without a diamond, one shouldn’t handle porcelain work—the adversary’s presence here clearly wasn’t for anything benign. Moreover, Black Panther was now completely certain that the other person was an Ancient Martial Artist. Come to think of it, they had been driving at eighty miles per hour, and in snowy conditions at that—quite fast. Yet the person had managed to stop them. How would that be possible if he were not an Ancient Martial Artist? Unfortunately, Ye Xuan did not respond to Black Panther’s question. Ye Xuan continued to walk through the snowstorm, the harsh cold wind whirling his scattered hair, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly aura, akin to an exiled immortal living among humans. “Stop, if you don’t stop, I swear I’ll shoot!” As Ye Xuan approached closer, Black Panther’s face contorted ferociously, his back already drenched in sweat, his hands holding the gun trembling continuously—because he could feel that he was not facing a mere human but a legend-like deity, the invisible pressure tormenting him as if to drive him mad. Bang! A gunshot rang out, flames spewed forth, and under such immense pressure, the panther finally crumbled completely, pulling the trigger directly. An orange bullet, with the sound of tearing through the air, shot towards Ye Xuan. Bang bang bang! The sound of gunfire was incessant, piercing through the snowy winds, not only overwhelming the panther but the other bodyguards as well. “Huff... huff... huff.” The sound of heavy breathing continuously spilled from the panther’s mouth as he stared intently ahead with the crazed eyes of a desperate criminal. “Is he... dead?” Li Mingze asked tremblingly from behind. “Young master, miss, run quick!” Suddenly, the panther let out a loud shout, his face full of terror, for he saw a scene he couldn’t believe. At that moment, Ye Xuan hadn’t moved. His hands were behind his back, standing amidst the swirling snow. Numerous orange bullets floated in front of him, a sight shockingly alarming. Suddenly, Ye Xuan moved. A pair of sword fingers, clear as jade, tore through the void, bringing forth a resonating clang from Heaven and Earth. The dozens of bullets floating in front of Ye Xuan violently trembled. As his sword fingers moved, they all shot towards the panther and the others. Pupu pupu! Like sobbing lost souls, resembling a sorrowful soul-reaping song, the panther’s pupils gradually faded, a trickle of blood slowly flowed from his brow, until his corpse fell into the snowy wind, devoid of any signs of life. Not just the panther, several bodyguards had large bloody holes in their foreheads, clearly they were beyond saving, killed by the very bullets they had fired. “Ah!” Such a scene caused Li Mingzhu to scream piercingly. Though she was peerlessly beautiful and highly intelligent, faced with such a terrifying scene, she was just a woman after all. Step—step—step. Ye Xuan continued moving forward, but each step he took seemed to tread on the hearts of the Li siblings, the steps of lost souls, the harvest of the Grim Reaper, filling them with an overwhelming sense of helplessness. “You... don’t come any closer!” Li Mingze screamed in terror, continuously retreating, stumbling and falling into the snowy ground. Buzz! The void vibrated, the air boomed, and with one step, Ye Xuan appeared directly in front of Li Mingze, overlooking the man beneath him, his eyes showing nothing but indifference. “From dust to dust, from soil to soil, fragile lives, vanish henceforth.” Ye Xuan spoke softly; as his sword fingers moved, a streak of cold light swept across Li Mingze’s neck, his body severed from his head, completely silenced. “You... you devil... What grievances do we have with you, why do you want to kill us?” Li Mingzhu, with her hair disheveled like a madwoman, sat collapsed on the ground retreating backwards shouting at Ye Xuan in despair. “I, Ye Xuan, kill without needing a reason. You can go to your death now,” Ye Xuan spoke flatly, raising his sword fingers, ready to end the woman in the snowy wind. Watching Ye Xuan’s calm eyes, Li Mingzhu could deeply feel that there was no chance he would spare her. Faced with the immense terror of life and death, she cried out loud, desperately pleading to Ye Xuan, “Don’t... don’t kill me... Whatever you want, the Li family can provide.” “Money? Power? Women?” “Or... I marry you... and the entire Li family will be yours.” In Li Mingzhu’s desperate pleas, Ye Xuan remained as calm as ever, unmoved by the bargaining chips she offered. Buzz! The void buzzed unnaturally, the cold light was piercing. As Ye Xuan’s sword fingers descended, Li Mingzhu’s body was severed, her blood spattering and dyeing the pristine snow red, her eyes wide open in disbelief, unable to accept her tragic death in this snowy storm. Indifferently turning around, tranquil and unruffled. Ye Xuan stepped away amidst the whirlwind of snow, his hoarse voice echoing in this realm. “All wealth is but a cloud passing, all power a fleeting illusion, all women mere skeletal dust. What I, Ye Xuan, desire, how could you possibly understand?”

Chapter 4 - 4 4 Snowstorm Envelops Merciless Slaughter

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