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Chapter 106 My conditions are very simple

Gao Qing glanced at the people lying on the ground, and the coldness in his eyes finally deepened: "Get out of the way."

The people around took a half step back, their knives still inside, but their breathing changed.

Only then did they truly understand—this opening wasn't like an ambush point, but more like a grave.

They saw those few moves clearly.

Ye Xiao didn't rely on brute force to withstand the attack; instead, he absorbed the force and then sent it back to Ye Xiao without any resistance. The blade couldn't penetrate, the staff couldn't shake him; the pressure was like that of a martial artist who had awakened their inner energy, yet there was no outward release of blood or qi.

That's very strange.

Gao Qing's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hardening: "You've broken through to a higher realm?"

Ye Xiao raised his eyes, his gaze as calm as still water.

"Does it matter?" His voice wasn't loud, but it made the others tense. "The place you chose is quite good."

"Perfect for killing."

As soon as he said that, everyone around him felt a tightness in their chests.

Gao Qing's eyes flashed with even deeper killing intent, but he didn't rush to pounce.

He was trying to maintain order, and also to suppress the unease in his heart, saying coldly, "Don't think I can't tell you're injured."

"Even if you're stronger than us, how long can you hold out?"

Ye Xiao didn't answer, but stepped forward.

The moment my foot landed, the muddy path suddenly collapsed, revealing a dark pit that seemed to swallow my foot, the angle so treacherous it looked like it would break my leg inside.

But when Ye Xiao's foot landed, the internal energy and blood surged within him, and the pit only collapsed by half an inch before stopping.

He shifted his weight, as if pressing down on his entire body. His feet sank slightly, but his body remained perfectly still, using the slight sinking to solidify his stance even more firmly.

Those around them narrowed their eyes and felt a chill run down their spines.

Someone's voice trembled, as if trying to bolster their courage: "This—this really isn't the Blood Opening Realm?"

Gao Qing stared at Ye Xiao, his voice steady: "Ye Xiao, that's enough."

"You've killed someone, you should have vented your anger by now."

He pressed the blade down slightly and said, "Let's talk."

The surroundings became quiet, and even the swaying of the reeds seemed to be a beat slower.

Gao Qing continued, "From today onwards, the Blackwater Gang will cease operations, no longer touching your network, and no longer harming your people."

"If you want compensation, money, or an apology, do it according to the rules of your branch. Just name your name."

"Let's pretend this never happened today, and let's both compromise."

Upon hearing this, the Blackwater Gang members' expressions changed.

But considering Ye Xiao's strength and the still-warm corpses on the ground, they had no choice but to swallow their anger.

After listening, Ye Xiao didn't rush to answer.

He was just standing there, his hands hanging at his sides, but the terrifyingly heavy pressure he exuded made one's chest tighten.

His voice was flat: "Should we each take a step back?"

"You put a knife to my throat, and now you're saying you'll stop, pay up, and pretend nothing happened?"

Gao Qing's eyes darkened, but he didn't act impulsively.

He gritted his teeth and raised his demands an inch further: "Name your demands again."

"As long as the Blackwater Gang can do it, I guarantee I'll give it to them as much as possible."

Saying this is tantamount to tearing off a layer of the Blackwater Gang's face on the spot.

But nothing is more precious than life. He wasn't confident he could crush Ye Xiao here; instead, Ye Xiao might bite him to pieces.

Ye Xiao looked at him, his eyes expressionless: "My conditions are very simple."

"Leave your lives behind."

A single sentence caused everyone in the Blackwater Gang to gasp in shock.

Gao Qing's pupils contracted, then he suppressed them, his tone threatening: "You may not know, but my brother Gao Yue has already advanced to the Martial Artist level."

"You are very strong, but the fact that you are not releasing your blood energy means you haven't reached that level yet."

"Are you really going to fight to the death?"

Ye Xiao took a step forward, his tone as calm as if stating a fact: "The fish will die."

"The net won't break."

Gao Qing's face darkened, and he finally stopped wasting words, roaring, "Kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining eight people attacked together.

Eight people formed a net around each other.

Two men blocked the shoulders and elbows from the left and right, locking the upper limbs; two men swept the knees and ankles along the ground, specifically targeting the steps; one man threw a rope to lock the wrists, and another threw powder to cover the eyes; the remaining two short knives did not target vital points, but instead targeted the ribs, armpits, and sides of the waist.

Ye Xiao glanced at it.

Just one glance.

The next moment, instead of retreating, he took half a step further in.

Once the Glazed Bone is formed, the six types of stance strength will no longer clash, and will arrive instantly with a thought.

The combined force of the six stances arises simultaneously within the body: Locking Dragon nails the lower body down, Stabilizing Mountain presses the body down; Layered Waves stack up in circles, and Entangling Silk coils back in circles; Vajra protects the energy path from dissipation; Crimson Blood twists the Qi and blood into a single line and presses it into the bones; The sharpness of Breaking Radiance remains hidden, waiting only for it to speak.

The cold injury was pricked deep within the meridians.

Ye Xiao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed the sharp object back down.

We can't delay.

If we drag this out, that cold bite will reveal the real flaw.

So it has to be fast, and fast enough.

The first to die was the man who threw the rope.

The buckle had barely sprung half an inch before Ye Xiao was already right in front of him, his palm pressing down as if he were holding onto a piece of driftwood.

"Click."

The wrist bone breaks first.

The man had barely let out a scream when Ye Xiao's elbow struck his throat, silencing him and causing him to collapse.

The second person to die was Yang Fen.

With a flick of the powder bag, a cloud of white mist enveloped my face.

Ye Xiao didn't dodge; instead, he flicked his toe, sending the pebbles flying and hitting the man's hand. The powder bag bounced back, and white mist covered the man's face.

His eyes stung, and he slowed his movements by half a beat.

Half a beat is enough.

Ye Xiao's fist slammed into his chest, the force surging to the top, then twisted by the entangled silk, sending all the power back.

"Bang!"

His chest caved in, he flew backward, his head hit a rock, and he fell silent.

Two lives lost.

Two men, one on each side, pressed down on his shoulders and the other on his elbows, locking his arms in place and opening a gap in his short sword.

Ye Xiao's shoulders slumped as Ding Yue's heavy force descended.

Before the man on the left could lock his elbow properly, his own shoulder blade was crushed, his knees buckled, and his forehead collided with Ye Xiao's elbow tip.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the man collapsed on the spot.

The man on the right felt a chill run down his spine. Just as he was about to let go and step back, the Dragon Locking Sinking Force pressed down on his feet.

Ye Xiao stomped on his momentum line and pressed his palm down on the back of his neck.

"Bang!"

The back of the neck hit the ground, the spine broke, and the person stopped moving.

The two men who had been sweeping the knees and ankles along the ground seized the opportunity to join in: one with an iron ruler cutting the knee joints, the other with a short hook to the ankle bones, one on the left and one on the right, their cunning was deadly.

Ye Xiao slightly raised his knee and flicked his Vajra.

"Snapped!"

The iron ruler was deflected by half an inch.

Half an inch is enough for him to be close to his body.

Ye Xiao leaned on Ding Yue's shoulder, and Ding Yue's heavy force pressed down like a mountain.

"Snap!"

The sternum shattered first; the man opened his mouth, his breath stopped, and he collapsed to the ground.

When the man with the short crutch saw his companion fall, his eyes widened in panic, and his stance with the crutch faltered.

He tried to back away, but his heel landed on the edge of a mud strip that his own men had previously buried. He slipped and tripped over himself.

Just as he was about to sit up, Ye Xiao's toe was already touching his throat.

Just a gentle touch.

"Click."

His throat collapsed, and his cries were swallowed back into his stomach.

With the remaining two short knives, one grabbed him from behind, trying to drag him down, while the other slashed at his ribs with a backhand, attempting to sever the "whole" in his mouth.

Ye Xiao felt another stab of cold air in his chest.

His eyes grew even colder.

It must not be allowed to cause chaos.

The bloodline of Chi Xue tightened suddenly, and Po Yao's sharpness finally showed itself, only an inch away.

Ye Xiao didn't move his feet, but his shoulders and back sank, and his waist and hips twisted.

"Snapped!"

The arm of the person hugging my waist from behind was like a broken rope, with the joints and fascia dislocated.

Before the other person could react, Ye Xiao's elbow had already struck his chest.

"Bang!"

The person fell backward, with no large hole in their chest, but could never get up again.

Finally, the one who raised the knife brought it down.

Ye Xiao raised his arm and blocked with the same move.

"when!"

This time, however, the knife wasn't just being held captive.

Hui Jin was "sent back" exactly as it was.

The man holding the knife felt his hand explode, the knife flew out of his hand, and his entire arm went numb down to his shoulder.

His face turned pale, and he turned and ran.

He couldn't even run two steps.

Ye Xiao took a step forward, and the waves surged to the top. His feet landed silently, like the tide pressing against the shore.

The heel of his palm landed on the opponent's back.

"Bang."

The man lunged forward, slamming face down into the mud. His body twitched once, then he remained still.

As the eighth life landed, the narrow passage suddenly fell silent.

The wind is still blowing, the reeds are still lying flat, and the hidden pits and iron chains on the muddy path are still gaping open.

In less than ten breaths, all eight people had lost their lives.

Ye Xiao stood in the center, a little white powder on the corner of his clothes, and only a faint red mark on his knuckles.

The cold wound is still pricking at the bones.

He pressed down, pressing even deeper.

Ye Xiao raised his eyes and looked at the last remaining shadow behind the rocks.