Chapter 260: Who's More Gruesome?

Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

“Qian He, why did you bring me here? I know you’re powerful, but I, He Qi, won’t be intimidated,” Ye Mo said, recognizing a familiar voice.

He turned to see the woman who’d tried to use him also brought there. Her tone suggested power, but hadn't this man just called himself Nie Wubian? How had he become Qian He?

He Qi entered and saw the supposedly powerful Qian He standing subserviently. Nie Wubian sat at the top.

Ye Mo studied Nie Wubian: long hair, pale face, no facial hair, demonic eyes, appearing to be in his thirties, and possessing peak Black Level Elementary Stage power. Aside from Ou Tanhu, he’d never seen anyone with Black Level power in the city.

“Qian He? Ha! He’s just my dog. You’re He Qi, you’re quite attractive. Consider yourself fortunate to be here. Tang Beiwei, you’re even better. Someone called you the prettiest flower in Tan Du. I didn’t believe it, but it seems true. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen, and still a virgin. Excellent! Even prettier than my Shi Mei. Qian He, well done! Leaving such a beauty for me at the end of the month was very useful,” Nie Wubian sneered.

He Qi noticed Ye Mo and Tang Beiwei and exclaimed, “How did you get here?”

Ye Mo remained silent, observing his surroundings. His spiritual sense detected thirty-six people. Besides Nie Wubian, Qian He was only Yellow Level Middle Stage. This wasn't a place for wealthy men to play with women; Nie Wubian seemed sinister, and Ye Mo couldn't fathom his need for so many women.

He Qi’s single sentence revealed a dawning understanding. If Qian He was merely a lackey, then this sinister youth was far more powerful.

Nie Wubian’s gaze fell coldly on Ye Mo. “I admire your audacity. You think you can do as you please just because you learned some martial arts? I’ll show you real martial arts. Bring those two in.”

Ye Mo remained silent. He craved carnage, but Tang Beiwei's presence made it problematic. The scene would be too bloody for his sister. Using fireballs would be unwise with He Qi present. He couldn't reveal his full power to her.

As he hesitated, the two men who’d captured him were brought in, pale and trembling. They hadn’t expected punishment upon returning.

Nie Wubian approached the taller man, smiling cruelly. “You did well. You talk about others' strength but dare not attack. Why do I need useless dogs like you? Waste of food!”

The two men knelt, teeth chattering. “Grandpa Nie, forgive us!”

“I said, I don’t need useless men…” Nie Wubian raised his palm, striking twice.

Blood sprayed high, splattering Nie Wubian, who, horrifically, licked the blood from his hand, savoring the taste. Their heads then rolled away.

“Argh!” He Qi, initially unfazed, fainted at the gruesome sight.

Tang Beiwei's face paled; her heart pounded. Ye Mo quickly rendered her unconscious and placed her beside He Qi.

“Not bad, you have courage. No wonder you dared to kill my men,” Nie Wubian said, his derision intensifying.

Ye Mo noted Nie Wubian was only Black Level Elementary Stage, but his qi was near Black Level Middle Stage. Decapitating two heads with pure inner qi wasn’t simple.

“Shall we fight now? Or have you lost your nerve?” Nie Wubian taunted, like an eagle eyeing a chicken.

Ye Mo sighed, then smiled. “I agree. If you think you can do as you please with a few moves, I apologize. I'll show you real martial arts.”

Ye Mo raised his hand, his palm a blur. Eighteen people were in the hall; he stopped after sixteen strikes.

“Ha! Arrogant fool! You try to imitate me, using inner qi…” Nie Wubian’s voice died in his throat. Shock filled his face as he looked at his sixteen men.

Blood gushed – a slaughterhouse. Sixteen heads and thirty-two arms lay scattered. All the bodies fell in unison, as if trained to do so, in the same direction.

Nie Wubian was stunned. “I’m dreaming… this must be a dream…” He tried to convince himself, but knew it wasn't.

Qian He was shocked speechless.

Terror finally gripped Nie Wubian. He’d never known terror, but now he did. He’d used gruesome methods to kill his men, hoping to intimidate the young man. He’d succeeded with He Qi, but this young man remained unaffected.

Then, the young man had surpassed him in brutality. Nie Wubian had never witnessed such carnage. The young man’s actions were clearly intentional, a slap in the face.

Ye Mo walked towards Nie Wubian, who instinctively backed away. Ye Mo ignored him, sitting in Nie Wubian's chair, his gaze cold.

“Who… who are you…?” Nie Wubian’s terror made him realize this young man was far stronger, perhaps Earth Level. Why had he provoked such a man?

Ye Mo sneered. “I’ve seen your type. Not long ago, I killed Lone Wolf, and the Broken Fist Hall’s leader, Zheng Chengfa, and his disciples. You seem less skilled than them, yet you’re so arrogant.”

“Qian Bei, please have mercy…” Nie Wubian's terror overwhelmed him. He knelt. Who was this man? All his victims were Earth Level. His own power was insignificant. Qian He’s face paled; his master had met his match.

“Do you know why I haven’t killed you yet?” Ye Mo asked, his gaze cold.

Nie Wubian trembled. He finally understood the fear of death. He'd always seen others beg for mercy; now, he was the one begging.

Ye Mo looked at Qian He. “You dared to hit on my sister? Bold. Do you know why I haven’t killed you?”

Qian He trembled, speechless. Even his ferocity couldn't mask his fear.

Ye Mo ignored him, addressing Nie Wubian. “A year ago, I destroyed this place and killed everyone. I didn’t expect to return. I seem connected to this place.”

Nie Wubian regretted his choice of city.

“Qian Bei, have mercy…” Nie Wubian didn’t want to die. He was the sect’s top talent. He didn’t know who could save him, perhaps not even his master.

Ye Mo casually launched fireballs, incinerating the bodies, reducing even those killed by Nie Wubian to ash.

Nie Wubian was shocked. He’d considered escaping if Ye Mo spared him, but now he knew it was impossible. This man could even use fireballs. In his years among the hidden sects, he'd never heard of such an attack.

He saw Ye Mo's eyes growing colder, and sweat poured from his brow. “Qian Bei, I’m from the Four States Nine Moons Temple. I came to Tan Du to refine Yin energy, needing virgins… but I didn’t kill them. I just…”

“Hmph, such an evil sect. Your sect will cease to exist. You didn’t kill them? What about my sister’s friend, Xixi?” Ye Mo’s eyes were ice. He wasn't a hero, but he wouldn't allow such a sect to exist.

“Yes, yes…” Nie Wubian stuttered.

Ye Mo kicked him in the chest. Nie Wubian felt fire surging into his Dantian. He dared not resist.

“Kill the remaining eighteen and bring the bodies here,” Ye Mo said impassively. He wouldn't let anyone leave.