I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 199 Dare to oppose me? I'll bury him alive!

When she suddenly opened her eyes, the light of dawn shone through the window and fell on Ye Qingzhou's face.

I looked at my clothes; they were a bit disheveled.

"You didn't do anything weird to my body, did you?"

"How dare you slander me like this? I am not that kind of person."

"You're not even human."

Ye Qingzhou was somewhat worried. After all, dragons are inherently lustful. What if Yingyue steals from him?

Boys need to take good care of themselves when they go out alone.

"My lord, how did things go?"

Yingyue leaned closer, her delicate chin resting gently on Ye Qingzhou's shoulder, her arms wrapped around his strong chest, her lips slightly parted, her breath sweet as orchids in his ear.

Ye Qingzhou remained steadfast, ignoring her seductive and alluring words, and casually said, "I killed a master of the Seven Deadly Sins and destroyed a stronghold of the Source Blood Society."

"It seems that you haven't had your fill of killing yet, sir."

Yingyue chuckled.

Ye Qingzhou closed his eyes to rest: "A rather important figure has died. Now we'll see if the Blood Source Society will resort to desperate measures. I'm really looking forward to their counterattack."

Clearly, the disturbance in Mengding City last night was a ploy to lure out the enemy.

Although Chenli Kingdom is a small country, it has nearly 680,000 square kilometers and a population of over 54 million. Relying solely on the intelligence from Xinshaliu, it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack for Ye Qingzhou to go in alone to find the people of the Source Blood Society.

So it's better to just set up a target and let the enemy come to us.

…………

Class 7 was as noisy and chaotic as ever today.

"Hey, have you guys seen the news?"

"What? Fukushima Island sank? Is the Japanese going to be wiped out?"

"No, I just heard that something terrible happened in Chenli Kingdom last night, and several thousand people died. I heard it was done by a martial arts master from our Dongji Kingdom."

Cai Qiguang and Cao Guofei were chatting on their phones. They usually dozed off during political classes, but when they talked about international affairs, they were full of energy.

The two had once fallen out over their New Year's Day performance of "Hey Myth," but now they've reconciled and become inseparable brothers again.

Soon, Wu Hansen, the "singing god" of Class 7, and Li Shaojie, the class monitor, also joined the conversation.

"In my opinion, Chenli Kingdom deserves it. The government and local criminal gangs there are in cahoots and have tricked many of us from Dongguo into becoming pigs to be slaughtered."

"That's right, I saw the news too. This time it's said that the Wei family, one of the four major families in the area, offended one of our martial arts masters for some reason, and then they were all wiped out. They died a terrible death."

The four of them didn't find this cruel at all; on the contrary, they all had expressions of great satisfaction on their faces. Clearly, people in China have suffered from telecom fraud for too long.

Hunan Province is located inland and borders Yunnan Province. Therefore, in addition to going south to work, many locals are also lured by the promise of high salaries and benefits and end up going to Yunnan Province to deceive people into going to Chenliguo.

In reality, what high-paying jobs are there?

Those fools who think they can get rich overnight by engaging in telecom fraud will find out what a real sweatshop is once they get there. It's a place where they make you sweat first, then drain your blood, and sell you off piece by piece.

"In my opinion, all those people from these so-called four great families deserve to die!"

Cai Qiguang became increasingly angry as he spoke. In his agitated state, he even picked up a broom from the corner of the wall and struck a pose as if he were a man destined to strike down evil spirits and clear the world of dust.

"Hmph, I just don't have that ability, otherwise I would have already stormed into Mengding and made those telecom fraud gangs rich and powerful."

At this moment, the all-knowing Nong Pengming came over and chimed in, "I have a relative who was tricked into going there. After he escaped back, he said that everyone there only gets three steamed buns and two bottles of tap water a day. If you don't agree to join, you'll be beaten. Either you'll be beaten until you can't get up, or the people beating you will stop when they're tired."

"He ran through a deep mountain all night before finally finding the local embassy to surrender and escape back. He didn't even dare to stop along the way, saying that if he were caught and brought back, the consequences would be unimaginable."

At this point, Nong Pengming's expression changed, and his tone became sinister: "He personally witnessed people who failed to escape from the telecom fraud park having two fingers chopped off and a screwdriver driven two centimeters into the back of their heads, bleeding continuously. It was a hundred times more terrifying than anything in the movies!"

"Holy crap, they're not treating us Dongguo people like human beings!"

The boys were all young and full of passion. After hearing this, they were not afraid at all. Instead, they were filled with anger and righteous indignation, wishing they could personally take up their swords and go to Chenli Kingdom to act on behalf of Heaven.

In their eyes, the martial artist "Juejian" who caused a great disturbance in Chenli Kingdom last night was definitely a chivalrous hero who vented his anger for the people of Dongji Kingdom.

At the same time, they were also very curious about the true identity of Juejian, and whether he was a pseudonym of a senior martial arts master from the Eastern Pole Kingdom.

As everyone was chatting, Nong Pengming glanced at his phone and exclaimed, "Holy crap, breaking news! Interpol has spoken!"

Everyone pulled out their phones and opened the trending news.

Even Ye Qingzhou was curious about what the news was.

After watching it, the boys all burst into curses: "What is Interpol doing? They're not arresting those involved in telecom fraud, but instead issuing warrants for vigilante heroes?"

"Exactly, this is absolutely outrageous!"

"What's so surprising? Didn't you see that the Eastern Ocean Command of the Western Pacific Navy has spoken out? Good heavens, they've officially designated Juejian as an internationally wanted criminal and are going to put a global bounty on him."

"Holy crap, a bounty of 1 billion? Who do you think you are? Do I look like someone who's short of 1 billion?"

"Exactly," someone like me, a young person, handles projects worth billions every night.

Then, the conversation quickly went off-topic, with everyone focusing on how much 1 billion yuan was and how they would spend it if they had 1 billion yuan themselves.

Ye Qingzhou silently put away his phone, and touched his neck with a deep sense of emotion: "Looks like my head is getting more and more valuable."

As evening falls, the sun sets and night descends.

The students at Zhouzhou's tutoring center left one after another, each returning home to their own mothers.

Then, a figure jumped from the window into the second floor.

Upon realizing who the visitor was, Ye Qingzhou went upstairs speechlessly, muttering, "Duan Ming, why didn't you use the main entrance? Why did you have to climb through the window?"

"Damn it, I'm a wanted criminal from the Heart Fiend School, okay? What the hell is this, coming through the main entrance?"

Duan Ming followed Ye Qingzhou into the study, then picked up a bottle of wine and gulped down several mouthfuls before plopping down on the sofa. He grumbled, "I said, if you're going to kill someone, why did you have to provoke those lunatics from the Thirteen Holy Blood Clans? Do you know how much trouble you've gotten yourself into?"

"What, is the Heart-Slaying Flow afraid of this?"

Ye Qingzhou smiled dismissively.

Duan Ming rolled his eyes: "It's not like you're the one taking the blame. Of course you can talk like that without knowing the situation."

Then, Ghost Sword Sorrow Duan Ming looked worried and sighed, "Now that a descendant of a saint has died, the Western Extremity Kingdom's naval command in the Eastern Ocean has gone mad. I'm afraid you can't keep this disguise."

Although the founding declaration of the Western Kingdom states that everyone is equal, in reality, the descendants of the saints are an exception, because they are superior to others.

To the descendants of the saint, everyone else is no different from pigs and sheep. Being their dog is the highest honor, while those who do not believe in the Blood God are all deserving of death.

As the saying goes, the law does not favor the powerful.

The descendants of the saints are the most noble people in the Western Kingdom and Europe. They have always been powerful and influential in all parts of the world except the Eastern Kingdom.

There are even special laws protecting them. Ordinary people are guilty of anything, let alone harming or insulting the descendants of the saints. They will be arrested and tried even if they just think about it.

Moreover, the person who died this time was not an ordinary descendant of the saints; he was the second son of the King of Kings, the divinely bestowed ruler of the Holy Kingdom, whose bloodline was incomparably noble.

Duan Ming suggested to Ye Qingzhou, "Why don't you hide your disguise and lay low for a while? The Western Kingdom has already dispatched a fleet over."

Ye Qingzhou refused without hesitation: "I haven't finished killing the people I need to kill yet, how can I give up halfway?"

"..."

Duan Ming scratched his head in frustration, finally saying helplessly, "Fine, do whatever you want."

Before leaving, he couldn't help but turn back and remind Ye Qingzhou, "Remember to be careful, don't die."

"Um."

Ye Qingzhou nodded.

Seeing this, Duan Ming didn't try to persuade him any further. He didn't have many friends, and his relationship with Ye Qingzhou was one of those that started with a misunderstanding, so naturally he didn't want anything to happen to Ye Qingzhou.

The night is deep, and the moon hangs high in the sky.

A cool breeze is blowing; it's another perfect time to kill.

In the bedroom, Ye Qingzhou sat cross-legged and once again used the Divine Travel Technique. In the blink of an eye, his Yin Spirit traversed thousands of miles, crossed countless mountains and rivers, and arrived in Chenli Kingdom, finally plunging into the calm waters of the Nanding River.

From the silt of the riverbed, a ferocious black shadow quickly leaped up, its scarlet eyes gleaming, and soared into the sky, disappearing into the night.

…………

Mengdingcheng, Wohushanzhuang Telecom Park.

The place was surrounded by high walls covered with barbed wire, and security guards with guns and stun batons stood guard at the entrance. They all exuded a menacing aura, an aura that could only be cultivated through frequent killing.

Just by looking at the atmosphere, you can tell this isn't a proper place to work.

The term "sweatshop" in Dongji Country is just a sarcastic remark used by workers to refer to capitalists. But here, sweatshops are truly sweatshops in the truest sense, and that's even a euphemistic way of putting it.

If we had to use the most fitting words to describe it, we should call this place a "human slaughterhouse," or to put it more bluntly, a living hell.

The piles of bones beneath the park are clear evidence of this.

At this moment, in a brightly lit three-story luxury villa next to the park, the heads of the four families gathered together, each occupying a corner of the conference room with solemn expressions.

"Last night, a member of the Holy Lineage died, and Congressman Smith demands an explanation from us."

The person who spoke was Ming Xuechang, the head of the Ming family.

On the surface, he was a respected member of the state assembly and had even served as a county magistrate.

In reality, however, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

In his early years, Ming Xuechang made his fortune by selling banned drugs. Later, he ventured into the gambling industry. In order to make huge profits, he founded the Riyue Group and developed notorious fraud groups such as Wohushanzhuang, making it one of the largest telecommunications fraud parks in Mengding.

The Ming family has now become the fifth major family outside of the four major families of Mengding, and its fearsome reputation is widespread.

Like the Wei family, the Ming family is also one of the dogs kept by the Source Blood Society. However, their direct superiors do not belong to a faction within the Source Blood Society.

Among the four major families, Bai Suocheng, the head of the Bai family, was greatly displeased upon hearing this: "The Wei family has already been wiped out, what explanation do they still want from us?"

"White Tiger, your son sent men to attack the Paradise Hotel last night. Do you dare say you weren't in cahoots with the killer?"

The reckless Liu Abao, with a cigar dangling from his lips, glared maliciously at Bai Suocheng: "I suspect someone's trying to double-cross me."

The two had fought side by side, but after betraying Chen Liwang and Peng Jiasheng, the Bai and Liu families have had numerous conflicts and battles over business matters over the years, resulting in a very poor relationship.

bang~

Bai Suocheng slammed his fist on the table and stood up, cursing, "Liu Abao, did you eat shit last night? You're spewing filth all over the place!"

Liu Guoxi quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "We're all on the same side. Let's not start fighting amongst ourselves before we even find the culprit. It would only make us a laughingstock."

At this moment, a cold and stern voice rang in everyone's minds, startling them into a cold sweat.

"I really am taking it as a joke."

Before the words were even finished, a murderous figure smashed through the ceiling and forced his way in, even stomping on the expensive mahogany conference table and breaking it in two, knocking the dead man to the ground.

Ye Qingzhou glanced around and nodded in satisfaction: "Ming Xuechang, Bai Suocheng, Liu Abao, Liu Guoxi, it seems that all the dogs raised by the Bloodline Society in Mengding City have gathered together tonight. It saves me the trouble of going to your door one by one."

"It was you who destroyed the Wei family!"

Ming Xuechang and the others gasped in shock. They thought Ye Qingzhou would leave after destroying the Wei family, but they never expected that he would still dare to stay in Mengding City.

"Walk!"

Bai Suocheng, who dared to utter harsh words in front of Liu Abao, didn't dare to say a word in front of Ye Qingzhou, the god of death, and turned to run away.

puff~

The Black Shark Sword pierced through his chest, then the blade slashed upwards, slicing his entire upper body in two. A large amount of blood splattered out, staining the conference room door red.

Ye Qingzhou drew his sword, his tone still icy and ruthless: "Is anyone else trying to escape?"

At that moment, the door was kicked open from the outside, and his men, armed with submachine guns, rushed in. They raised their guns, but before they could pull the triggers...

Clang~

Amidst the sudden clang of swords, more than a dozen heads rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the snow-white ceiling a tragic crimson.

Now, no one in the house dared to run away.

Meanwhile, outside, Bai Suocheng's son, Bai Yingcang, seeing that things were not going well, immediately arranged for people to try to transfer the Bai family's assets, especially the blood slaves imprisoned in the park.

These "goods" are all items specifically requested by the Blood Source Society. If anything goes wrong, he might escape punishment, but he won't be able to get away with it forever.

Ye Qingzhou paid no attention to what was happening outside.

He was a swordsman, not a chivalrous hero. Whether it was last night or tonight, he was simply there to kill; saving people was not his job.

Moreover, Ye Qingzhou had little sympathy, since the Dongji Kingdom's officials had already stated that Chenli Kingdom was unsafe and advised against coming.

But that still doesn't stop many fools who want to get rich overnight from taking the risk and coming here to gamble.

Ye Qingzhou wasn't some great philanthropist, so he chose to abandon his desire to help others and respect their fate.

In the conference room, Ye Qingzhou had no intention of letting these "humanoid beings" live. He grinned at the heads of the major families and said, "Now, let's play a quiz game with prizes."

The combat puppet's facial expression was somewhat blank, and its eyes were not lively at all. But it was precisely because of this that the uncanny valley effect was highlighted, which made Bai Suocheng, Ming Xuechang and others feel a chill down their spines.

Ming Xuechang asked tremblingly, "If we answer honestly, will you let us go?"

"Of course not, but as a reward, I can let you die a quick death."

Ye Qingzhou's chilling tone instantly filled the group with despair: "Believe me, for a martial artist familiar with human anatomy, inflicting extreme pain on you without causing immediate death is not a difficult task. I'm quite professional in this area."

"Damn it, let's fight him!"

Liu Abao pulled out his pistol and fired eleven shots at Ye Qingzhou until he ran out of bullets.

However, Ye Qingzhou simply swung his sword casually, deflecting all the incoming bullets. Then, in a flash, Liu Abao's arm and pistol were cut in two.

"Ah, my hand!"

Liu Abao clutched his severed hand, the intense pain causing him to scream repeatedly. His face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat poured from his forehead.

Seeing this, the others felt a chill in their hearts and no longer had the courage to draw their guns.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Qingzhou, dragging the Black Shark Sword, walked unhurriedly out of the conference room, stepping over the corpses of the heads of several major families. From their testimonies, he obtained an important piece of information.

On the way out of Wohu Mountain Villa, Ye Qingzhou also encountered the police battalion set up by the Ming family, who were transferring "goods".

On the street, the so-called police officers, armed with guns, were actually a private armed force organized by Ming Xuechang.

Battalion Commander Ming Guangzhong is the grandson of Ming Xuechang. He is ruthless at a young age and is currently herding a group of so-called "employees" who he tricked into coming from Dongji Country by various means, like cattle and sheep.

"Those who don't want to die, you'd better behave yourselves!"

He sat in a military jeep, holding an assault rifle, his eyes fierce and sinister, constantly urging his men to quickly get everyone into the vehicle.

Meanwhile, Cai Xiaodong, an undercover police officer sent by the Eastern Extremist Kingdom, sensed something was wrong. He was sent by the Eastern Extremist Kingdom to rescue the hostages, but the operation was only halfway through when the hostages were about to be transferred.

How can this be allowed?

To prevent the rescue plan from failing, Cai Xiaodong had no choice but to step forward, risking revealing his identity: "Don't move! I'm a police officer from Dongji Kingdom!"

The Ming family, utterly ruthless and arrogant, relied on the Bloodline Society for backing them and disregarded the official organizations of the Eastern Pole Kingdom. Instead, they ordered their men, "Dare to oppose me? Bury him alive!"

(End of this chapter)