Chapter 57

He is the notorious bandit Xiong Yong, as well as a formidable martial artist of the Yellow Realm.

Today, while leading a team on a mission that was about to succeed, he was hit from a hundred meters above.

Although Xiong Yong did not die immediately, he knew that most of his bones were broken. Even if he survived, he would be paralyzed, so he felt extremely despondent and unwilling.

Ye Fei thought he would die a cruel death, but unexpectedly, he was not injured at all.

Instead, there was an injured middle-aged man beneath him.

"Thank heaven."

Ye Fei felt a sense of relief and then scanned the surroundings.

The scene was a mess, with severed limbs and over thirty corpses lying around, and traces of explosions, indicating a fierce battle had taken place.

Then, he looked at the center of the corpses, where three cars were parked. The area around the cars was covered in blood, and the bodies were riddled with arrow and bullet holes.

In front of the Lincoln, a gray-robed old man was kneeling, holding a blood-stained axe in his hand.

He was panting heavily, covered in injuries, and at the end of his strength.

Beside him, two women in green robes lay diagonally, barely alive.

Behind the Lincoln, Song Hongyan was hiding. She was not as stubborn as usual but, instead, unusually calm.

This calmness allowed her to maintain the last bit of control.

She tightly held a Browning pistol, and three dead assassins lay at her feet.

There was no doubt that she had killed them all.

Around the Lincoln, six cold-blooded assassins were surrounding, each with a fierce killing intent, ready for the final attack.

However, at this moment, both sides were staring at Ye Fei, who had fallen from the sky.

Song Hongyan, upon recognizing Ye Fei, was instantly stunned, and her cold eyes softened.

She never thought that Ye Fei would risk his life to rescue her.

At this moment, seeing Ye Fei's strange expression, the injured Xiong Yong, with a face covered in blood, struggled to raise his bayonet: "Bastard, I'll kill you..." "Bang!"

Startled by the blood-covered Xiong Yong, Ye Fei's wrist trembled, and another half of a stone hit the other's forehead.

"Thud!"

Xiong Yong's skull cracked, and he lay straight back, his life force fading. He was extremely angry: "You... you..."

"Sorry, sorry..." Seeing that he had caused another head injury, Ye Fei felt very embarrassed and fumbled to get off Xiong Yong.

"Snap!"

Another crisp sound, Ye Fei accidentally pressed on the other's rib, which completely broke and pierced into his chest cavity.

"Thud!" Xiong Yong's body trembled, his face turned pale, and a spurt of blood gushed out.

"Oh no, sorry!"

Seeing that he had caused more trouble, Ye Fei hurriedly pulled out the broken rib.

"Ahh..." Xiong Yong instantly let out a piercing scream, his eyes bloodshot, and he wanted to strangle Ye Fei to death.

However, his hands, raised halfway, soon fell back weakly.

His life force extinguished, and he died with his eyes open.

Xiong Yong never thought that he would fail at the last moment, nor did he think that a man of the Yellow Realm would be killed by a brick.

He didn't even get a clear look at Ye Fei's face.

"Dead?"

Ye Fei looked at the stone in his hand, stunned. So soon?

He quickly got up, but six assassins rushed over.

They held curved knives, crossbows, and firearms, exuding a fierce aura.

Song Hongyan ran up from behind the car: "Ye Fei, be careful."

She aimed at an enemy and pulled the trigger, but the gun clicked, out of ammunition.

"Second Brother!"

Seeing Xiong Yong lifeless, the six assassins were first stunned, then they roared in anger: "Bastard! You killed Second Brother! You killed Second Brother!"

"We will kill you, kill you!"

A man with leopard eyes was even more furious: "Brothers, kill him, kill him, avenge our brother."

"Fire!"

Feeling the danger, Ye Fei shouted, pressed the stone with both hands, and it shattered into dozens of pieces, which he then scattered.

The broken stones shot out like a dense rain.

"Bang, bang, bang—" The six assassins, about to attack Ye Fei, were instantly injured and fell to the ground, screaming.

The crossbows and firearms were raised and fired into the sky.

Then, Ye Fei's body flashed, and he was instantly in front of an assassin, swinging the Yu Chang sword.

The assassin's face changed drastically, instinctively raising his bayonet to block.

"Clang!" A crisp sound, the Yu Chang sword cut through the bayonet and then pierced the assassin's neck.

Indestructible "Bastard!"

The man with leopard eyes was also formidable, enduring the pain and grabbing a musket.

He fired at Ye Fei.

"Boom!" Hundreds of iron pellets sprayed out.

Song Hongyan instinctively shouted: "Be careful!"

Ye Fei could have easily dodged, but if he did, Song Hongyan would definitely be hit.

So he tackled Song Hongyan and rolled to the side.

Ye Fei avoided the deadly blast, but three or four iron pellets hit his back.

A spurt of blood gushed out.

Song Hongyan clearly saw Ye Fei in pain, and her heart trembled: "Ye Fei..."

If Ye Fei had brought Qianqian back to life twice, Song Hongyan was merely grateful. But today, Ye Fei moved her.

From a young age, she was constantly told to be independent, strong, and to fight for her own career like a man.

Over the years, she had been outstanding and excellent, but only she knew the inner pain.

Now, Song Hongyan felt a sense of security.

Ye Fei's embrace made her feel intoxicated, as if with Ye Fei, she would never fear the cold or danger again.

Compared to Song Hongyan's infatuation, Ye Fei was on high alert. After pushing Song Hongyan under the car, he rolled again.

He was instantly in front of the man with leopard eyes.

"Click!" The man with leopard eyes hurriedly pulled the trigger for a second shot.

Ye Fei swung his right hand.

The other's throat spurted blood, and his body swayed and fell.

"Bang!" Ye Fei kicked his body, knocking over several assassins who were about to fire.

In the chaos, Ye Fei rushed forward.

The four assassins' bodies trembled, instinctively stepping back two steps.

To the surprise of Song Hongyan and the gray-robed old man, Ye Fei mercilessly swung his sword.

The sword flashed like lightning! Blood spurted into the air! Three assassins died in quick succession.

The last assassin was overwhelmed, dropped his weapon, and raised his hands: "I surrender, I surrender."

He had a chance to fire but lost the courage to pull the trigger.

Ye Fei swung his sword backward, piercing his throat.

"Brother... no killing of those who surrender!"

The gray-robed old man shouted at Ye Fei: "This is the rule of the martial world."

The two women in green robes also frowned slightly.

Ye Fei glanced at him, then gave the leopard-eyed assassin another stab. Only then did the gray-robed old man and the others hear Ye Fei's cold response: "No killing of those who surrender, that's your rule!"

"My rule... cut the grass and remove the roots!"

He raised his hand again, and the Yu Chang pierced Xiong Yong's throat.

All were killed!