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Chapter 136 - 137: A Mere Ant Thinks to Slay a Dragon, Are You Worthy?

Chapter 136: Chapter 137: A Mere Ant Thinks to Slay a Dragon, Are You Worthy?

"You little shit, who the hell do you think you are? Let go of my arm right now!" the lackey tried to break free and, failing that, cursed at Ye Wudao.

Bang!

Ye Wudao clenched his hand with force, directly breaking the lackey’s arm.

"Ah!" The lackey let out a wail and, leaving behind a vicious threat, scrambled away; "You’re dead, you little shit. My young master won’t let you get away with this!"

Meanwhile, Ouyang Na became anxious and said, "Mr. Ye, Miss Su, please leave quickly! The person behind this is someone I can’t afford to provoke. I’m truly sorry about today."

What?

Hearing Ouyang Na’s words, Su Yueli asked curiously, "Miss Ouyang, who exactly has frightened you to this extent?"

Ouyang Na had just opened her mouth when seven or eight fierce-looking men approached, saying coldly, "Ouyang Na, our young master requests your presence!"

"Okay." Ouyang Na took a deep breath.

Just then, Ye Wudao stepped in front of Ouyang Na and said, "I’ll go on your behalf!"

"Mr. Ye, thank you, but I was the one who caused this trouble. I’ll go with you," said Ouyang Na, following Ye Wudao.

In the luxurious private room next door.

The lackey whose arm had been broken by Ye Wudao knelt on the ground, pleading, "Young master, you have to stand up for me!"

"Relax, no one who dares to touch my people has been born in Jiang Hai yet!" Long Xiang said arrogantly.

"Young master, what about that kid from Dragon Shadow Villa that day?" asked the lackey.

"Damn it, you just had to bring up a sore point, didn’t you?!" Long Xiang kicked the lackey in the face, sending him rolling on the ground.

"Young master, we’ve brought the people!" Seven or eight vicious-looking men walked in, hands clasped behind their backs.

"Let me see who dares to cross my path?" Long Xiang angrily spoke, and upon looking up, his eyes met with Ye Wudao’s.

Their eyes locked!

Boom!

Long Xiang felt as if he were struck by lightning, his face turning pale; "Why is it you?"

He could never forget that face, with its blend of righteousness and wickedness, in all his life.

It had caused him to lose all face!

"Eh, you are?" Ye Wudao looked curious.

Seeing himself ignored once again, Long Xiang became furiously angry and said, "I am the Hall Master of War Martial Hall, Long Xiang!"

"Oh, sorry, I don’t remember," Ye Wudao shook his head.

"You, you...!" Long Xiang was gnashing his teeth in hatred, and said, "Indeed, it’s a small world for enemies!"

Ye Wudao turned to Ouyang Na and asked, "Is this the son of a bitch who hit you?"

Ouyang Na nodded cautiously.

"So what if I did? What’s wrong with the Hall Master of War Martial Hall hitting a bar owner?" Long Xiang sneered, feeling no wrong in his actions.

"You’ve got a death wish, you little shit, daring to insult our young master?"

"Beat him up!" The group of thugs all charged towards Ye Wudao.

"Asking for death!" Ye Wudao’s eyes flashed with a cold gleam as he showed no mercy towards these men.

Bang!

Bang!

In an instant, seven or eight bodies were sent flying, all with severe injuries.

Hiss!

Dragon Shadow Villa saw the sight and couldn’t help but swallow.

"You little bastard, you think you’re so tough? Die!" The cronie whose hand Ye Wudao had crippled thrust a knife at Ye Wudao with a vicious look on his face.

Ye Wudao snatched the knife with one hand and delivered a powerful kick to the cronie’s body.

Bang!

Accompanied by a dull sound, the cronie’s body smashed directly into the wall as if nailed there, his neck twisted awkwardly, and he died instantly.

"Which dirty hand did you use to hit Ouyang Na just now?" Ye Wudao played with the knife in his hand, his smile containing a hint of murderous intent.

"What’s that you say? I used my left hand!" Long Xiang intentionally raised his left hand, scoffing, "Ha, I don’t believe you have the gall to lay a finger on me."

Before he finished speaking, blood splattered, and a hand flew off.

"Ahh!!" Long Xiang let out a wail like a foolish pig, looking down to find his left hand had been severed by Ye Wudao with a knife, blood gushing like a fountain.

"You, you bastard, you actually dared to chop off my hand!!" Long Xiang’s expression twisted in fury, he hissed through clenched teeth; "You remnant of the Northern King’s palace, you won’t be arrogant for much longer. My brother will arrive in less than ten minutes, and one year from today will mark your death!"

"Heh, I’ll wait for your people to come!" Ye Wudao lounged on the sofa, legs crossed indolently.

A moment later.

A large number of men dressed in black suddenly appeared in the room, dozens of them, each wearing a badge of the secret order on their chest.

The crowd parted to form a pathway, and a man dressed in battle attire, wearing combat boots, approached. The man had a hawkish nose and thin lips, exuding a powerful aura of killing intent.

"Brother!" Long Xiang saw the man in black as if he had seen a savior.

"Xiaoxiang, eh? What happened to your hand?" The man in black slightly smiled, but froze upon seeing Long Xiang with a severed hand.

Long Xiang hurriedly complained; "Brother, it was this little bastard! He killed many of my men and crippled my hand, you must avenge me!"

How outrageous!

The man in black stared at Ye Wudao with sharp, hawk-like eyes, his tone icy; "You’re tired of living, daring to hit my little brother. Do you know who I am?"

"Oh? Tell me." Ye Wudao’s mouth curled in amusement.

"You little shit, let me tell you, his name is Lin Zhan, he’s my sworn brother, the youngest elder in the secret order, and a revered third-grade Great Grandmaster. His future is boundless!" Long Xiang said proudly.

Hiss!

Ouyang Na shivered upon hearing this. A third-grade Great Grandmaster was too terrifying. Just how much trouble had she gotten Ye Wudao into?

"Mr. Ye, I’m sorry, this is all my fault, I’m the one who caused the trouble," Ouyang Na apologized, her eyes welling with tears.

"This has nothing to do with you," Ye Wudao said with a slight smile.

"Lin Big Brother, this kid’s with the Northern King’s hall!" Long Xiang asked cautiously.

What?! Northern King’s remnant!

Lin Zhan was excited: "I’ve been stumbling around searching hard, and here I find the Northern King’s remnant without any effort. Bring me that criminal!"

"Yes, sir!" Several dozen members of the secret order nodded.

"Wait!" Ye Wudao suddenly spoke up.

"What, are you scared?" Lin Zhan sneered.

Ye Wudao shook his head, smiling as he asked, "Do you know who the Shadow King is?"

The Shadow King!

At those two words, Lin Zhan’s face changed drastically, shocked; "You, how do you know about the Shadow King?"

The Shadow King was the supreme commander of the secret order, powerful and enigmatic, never seen in his entirety. Not to talk of a new elder like himself, even many of the order’s seasoned elders had never seen him, and some even doubted his existence.

"If you want to catch me, let the Shadow King call all the members of the secret order. Only then might you have a sliver of a chance at victory. As for you, heh, an ant thinking to slay a dragon, are you worthy?" Ye Wudao spoke domineeringly.

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