My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 444 - 445: The Xia Family Blood Mine

Chapter 444: Chapter 445: The Xia Family Blood Mine

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The Xia Family.

Thousands of martial artists clad in blood-colored uniforms surrounded the place, three layers in and three layers out, all of them in a menacing and ferocious stance.

"What are you looking at, get lost!"

"Keep staring, and I’ll gouge out your eyeballs!" members of the Iron Blood Pavilion arrogantly gazed at the passersby, who were frightened and desperately tried to stay clear.

At this moment, a car slowly approached the Xia residence.

"Shiqi, how many people are left in the Xia family now?" Ye Wudao curiously asked.

"Currently, half of the Xia family is either dead or injured. My father and older brother are still alive, but they are enslaved by the Iron Blood Pavilion, forced to mine in the blood mines!" As Xia Shiqi spoke of this, tears could not stop flowing from her eyes.

"Don’t worry, they won’t have a good ending!" Ye Wudao said, and then instructed the driver, "Keep driving!"

"Sirs, I, I dare only to drive up to here!" the elderly driver stammered in fear, "The people from the Iron Blood Pavilion are too terrifying. They kill without batting an eye, and anyone who dares get close will die at their hands!"

"Keep driving!" Ye Wudao’s expression turned stern, "Drive right up to them!"

The driver trembled with fear, hands covering the steering wheel, shaking as he drove towards the Xia residence.

The scene shifts to focus on the Iron Blood Pavilion.

The Iron Blood Pavilion also noticed the car. Many exchanged glances and converged on it.

Leading them was a tattooed burly man wielding a mace, who arrogantly said, "Who’s in the car, don’t you know the Xia residence is now our Iron Blood Pavilion’s territory? Get out of here quickly!"

The car door slowly opened.

Everyone exited the vehicle.

"Oh, isn’t this the Xia family’s precious daughter, Xia Shiqi?" Seeing Xia Shiqi emerge, many members of the Iron Blood Pavilion’s eyes gleamed with avarice, revealing their covetous desires.

The leader wielding the mace, with a sleazy look, said, "Miss Xia, you managed to escape, and you even dare to come back. Have you prepared to sacrifice yourself to exchange for your pathetic father and brother working in the mines?"

"You’re all doomed, he’s a powerful expert that I’ve brought!" Xia Shiqi said, pulling on Ye Wudao’s hand.

"Haha, this pretty boy, along with this bunch of trash?"

The mace-wielding burly man scrutinized Ye Wudao and the others with a disdainful look, "Miss Xia, your father previously spent half of your family’s fortune to hire a battle spirit level martial artist to deal with us. Do you want to guess the outcome?"

"What, what was the outcome?" Xia Shiqi nervously asked.

"Within a minute, the expert your father brought had his head thrown out by us!" the mace-wielding burly man taunted.

"Ah!" Xia Shiqi cried in fright, turning pale as she quickly hid behind Ye Wudao.

"Hahaha..." The mace-wielding burly man and others started to laugh heartily at Xia Shiqi’s reaction.

Ye Wudao stood with his hands behind his back, calmly saying, "Call over your strongest here!"

"You’re quite audacious, kid," the burly man with the mace weighed his weapon in his hand and taunted, "My last name is Zhou, I am a steward of the Iron Blood Pavilion, with the cultivation of an eighth grade battle master. If you want to meet our boss, you must first get past me!"

"You, are not worthy!" Ye Wudao said, his gaze dismissive.

"You’re courting death!" Steward Zhou, enraged beyond measure, fiercely swung his mace, bringing with it a whooshing sound as it smashed towards Ye Wudao.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out.

"He’s dead, right?" Steward Zhou was confident, but in the next moment, his pupils shrank to an extreme, and he gasped in shock, "No, this can’t be possible!"

Ye Wudao was seen extending a single finger, effortlessly blocking the attack of the mace.

The next moment, Ye Wudao slightly moved his finger.

Boom!

A tremendous force erupted, instantly sending Steward Zhou flying dozens of meters away, spitting blood, dead on the spot!

"Holy shit, Steward Zhou is dead!"

"Killed with one finger?"

"That’s outrageous!"

Witnessing the alarming situation, other stewards of the Iron Blood Pavilion started to flee.

"Kill!" Ye Wudao’s thin lips barely opened.

By his side, the blade-crazy, Liu Kuangsheng, and two other top fighters instantly went into action.

Bang!

Bang...

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Iron Blood Pavilion members around them all lay dead.

The old steward Xia, witnessing this, stared in shock. "My god, the experts Miss Xia has invited are too powerful!"

Just then, an enraged voice came from the Xia family’s residence, "Who are these people, daring to kill members of our Iron Blood Pavilion?"

The gates of the Xia family swung open, and hundreds of members from the Iron Blood Pavilion stormed out, fully armed.

Leading them was an elder in red, his face covered with scars. He radiated an astonishing aura, clearly a strong warrior of Eighth Grade War Spirit level!

"Are you the strongest in the Iron Blood Pavilion?" Ye Wudao asked indifferently.

The elder in red sneered, "Even more! I am the Grand Elder of the Iron Blood Pavilion!"

"Grand Elder, don’t waste words on him, kill him!"

"In the Capital City, no one dares to touch our people from the Iron Blood Pavilion!" Several War Spirit-level powerhouses shouted one after another.

"Kill!" The elder in red waved his hand.

In an instant, several strong members of the Iron Blood Pavilion charged towards them.

Ye Wudao placed his hand on the Beiwang Blade at his waist, and the blade flickered with a cold light.

The next moment!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several War Spirit-level experts closing in on him fell dead in an instant!

Whoosh!

The entire place was in shock!

"You, who are you?" The Grand Elder in red was stunned. He hadn’t seen how Ye Wudao had made his move, and his several capable subordinates had been killed.

This man’s strength was extreme!

Definitely at the peak of the Eighth Grade War Spirit level, even possibly Ninth Grade!

"Who I am is not important," Ye Wudao said lightly, the blade’s edge pressed against the Grand Elder’s neck. "You’re next!"

The Grand Elder’s body trembled uncontrollably, his previous arrogance gone. But remembering the support he had, he snarled with a vicious smile, "Kid, I warn you! Our Iron Blood Pavilion has tens of thousands of members, and our Pavilion Master and Vice Pavilion Master are both Ninth Grade War Spirit warriors! It’s not too late for you to stop now!"

"Are you done talking?" Ye Wudao flashed a cold look in his eyes.

"Stop!"

Upon hearing this familiar voice, the Grand Elder immediately looked up and saw a burly, fierce-looking bald man and said excitedly, "Vice Pavilion Master, save me!"

Before he finished speaking.

Crack!

A head rolled to the feet of the bald man.

"Grand Elder!" The Burly Man’s body shook with fury, "You’re courting death!"

The Burly Man charged at Ye Wudao, his fist carrying a shattering force.

Bang!

Just then, Blade Madman easily blocked his blow with a single punch.

Thump, thump...

The Burly Man staggered back, his expression changing as he sensed Blade Madman’s aura.

Ninth Grade War Spirit!

And he quickly noticed Liu Kuangsheng was also a Ninth Grade master!

Damn it!

The Burly Man’s expression darkened, "No wonder you dare to trouble us. So, you have two Ninth Grade War Spirit warriors backing you. Haha, you came for the Xia family’s blood mine, didn’t you?"

"Return my father, my brother, all my family!" Xia Shiqi shouted.

"Considering there are two Ninth Grade War Spirit warriors here, I can release the people of the Xia family from the blood mine," the Vice Pavilion Master of the Iron Blood Pavilion said.

That’s great!

Xia Shiqi was extremely excited.

Blade Madman boasted, "Hand over the blood mine as well!"

What?

The Vice Pavilion Master’s expression changed, and he exploded with rage, "Don’t push your luck! I’ve already shown you face! Just because you two are Ninth Grade War Spirit warriors, you think you can covet the Xia family’s blood mine?"

Ye Wudao’s lips twitched into a small smirk, "Hehe, it seems that the blood mine has another master!"