My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 445 - 446 Old Qin

Chapter 445: Chapter 446 Old Qin

Just then, a stretched black Rolls-Royce arrived.

A gentlemanly butler, dressed in a smart suit, got out of the car, exuding an air of long-held authority.

The deputy pavilion master hurried forward, his face sycophantically fawning, "Mr. Qin!"

"What has happened here?" Mr. Qin asked as he looked around at the bodies strewn everywhere, frowning.

"Mr. Qin, these people came to covet the Xia family’s blood mine and I stopped them!" the deputy pavilion master said quickly, keen to take credit.

"You’ve done well," Mr. Qin praised, then his fierce gaze turned toward Ye Wudao and his group.

Emboldened, the deputy pavilion master bullied them, "Listen up, all of you! This is Mr. Qin, the esteemed butler of the Qin royal house, the second-ranked among the nine foreign kings of Dragon Country! Let me tell you outright, the Xia family’s blood mine belongs to the Qin royal house!"

Mr. Qin took out an exquisite dagger from his person and threw it at the feet of Ye Wudao and the others with an indisputable tone, "The master is in a good mood today. You little bastards should hurry up and commit suicide so as not to splash his clothes with your blood!"

Ye Wudao crushed the dagger underfoot, defiantly saying, "A dog servant dares to be so arrogant?"

"How dare you!"

Mr. Qin was furious, his eyes greedily fixed on the sword at Ye Wudao’s waist. "Boy, that’s a fine blade you have there, heh, hand it over, and perhaps the master will spare your wretched life in a good mood."

"Are you sure?" Ye Wudao placed his hand on the Beiwang Blade at his waist.

"Brat, are you deaf? Hand over the sword quickly; it’s your honor!" the deputy pavilion master said with borrowed power.

Ye Wudao smiled, drew the Beiwang Blade with one hand, and threw it in front of Mr. Qin. "My blade, take it and you will die!"

Bang!

The Beiwang Blade stood straight up in the ground.

"What a joke, would I die from taking any sword?"

Mr. Qin pulled out the Beiwang Blade from the ground, holding it with both hands to inspect it, unable to hide his glee. "The blade is ghostly and cold, filled with a murderous aura; this is definitely the best blade I’ve seen in my life, a priceless treasure, indeed priceless!"

"Congratulations to Mr. Qin for acquiring this precious blade!" The deputy pavilion master quickly flattered.

Mr. Qin examined the treasured blade, his excitement growing more and more intense.

It was only when he saw the two powerful characters engraved on the sword that his pupils suddenly contracted as if struck by lightning. "This, this is the Beiwang Blade..."

The next moment, Mr. Qin threw the Beiwang Blade from his hands in panic; because the blade was so sharp, it cut straight through his palm.

"Mr. Qin, what’s wrong?" asked the shocked deputy pavilion master.

Mr. Qin couldn’t care less about his injury, his facial muscles trembling wildly, "You, who exactly are you, to possess the Beiwang Blade, known as the number one in the world?"

Hiss!

Beiwang Blade!

Hearing these three words, the deputy pavilion master’s face changed dramatically; "Isn’t Ye Wudao the owner of the Beiwang Blade? Wait, Ye Wudao, like all the experts who entered the Tomb of the North King, is dead!"

Mr. Qin said with a sinister look, "That’s right, this brash youngster must be the thief who stole the Beiwang Blade!"

"Thief?" Ye Wudao’s mouth curled into a mocking smile. "Ha, you incompetent old dog, quite skilled at deflecting blame!"

"Impudent! Iron Blood Pavilion members, on my command, kill this man, kill him!" Mr. Qin ordered with authority!

"At once!" The Iron Blood Pavilion deputy pavilion master obeyed and gathered nearly ten thousand Iron Blood Pavilion members, encircling Ye Wudao completely.

"Brat, no matter who you are! But this blood mine of the Xia family belongs to the Qin royal house, something even royalty wouldn’t dare to covet!" The deputy pavilion master revealed a cruel smile.

"It’s over, miss, the martial experts you’ve invited are going to be killed!" The Xia family’s old butler said anxiously.

"It won’t, I believe in Brother Wudao..." Xia Shiqi said, her beautiful eyes determined.

"Kill!" The deputy pavilion master led all the Iron Blood Pavilion members in the attack.

"Charge!" Ye Wudao’s lips parted slightly.

"At your command!" The mighty warriors of the North King’s palace received their orders and, like ferocious beasts, launched their assault on the Iron Blood Pavilion.

"Tiger Hunt Blade Technique!" With a single slash, hundreds of Iron Blood Pavilion members were instantly slaughtered.

"Green Lotus Sword Technique..." Liu Kuangsheng swung his sword, and the terrifying blade glow bloomed like a lotus, causing explosions all around and leading to horrendous casualties.

Lei Hu, Xiong Fei, Qian Lei, and others also put on impressive performances!

In a single encounter, tens of thousands of Iron Blood Pavilion members had been wiped out by more than half!

"Damn it, their strength is too great..." The Deputy Pavilion Master’s complexion turned ugly as his gaze suddenly landed on the leading figure, Ye Wudao.

Capture the king first to capture the thieves!

"You little brat, I’ll kill you first!" The Deputy Pavilion Master, like a venomous snake, fixed his eyes on Ye Wudao as he channeled all his strength into his palm, "Iron Blood Palm!"

Ye Wudao casually swung his palm!

Bang!

A dull thud sounded, and the Deputy Pavilion Master, like a kite with a broken wing, crashed heavily in front of Elder Qin, coughing up fresh blood, nearly finished.

"Deputy Pavilion Master!"

"Heavens, the Deputy Pavilion Master actually couldn’t withstand a single palm from that young man!"

"Too terrifying!" The surrounding members of the Iron Blood Pavilion revealed looks of horror.

"Elder Qin, this youngster’s strength is too formidable. I am no match for him..." The Deputy Pavilion Master said with a deathly pale face.

Bang!

Elder Qin’s foot stomped directly onto the Deputy Pavilion Master, brutally crushing him to death.

"What useless trash!"

Instantly, Elder Qin’s gaze shifted to Ye Wudao and he said, "Hey, kid, you indeed have some skill. Which family’s genius are you, and who is your master?"

"You’re not worthy to know," Ye Wudao said indifferently.

"Arrogant!" Elder Qin was enraged, his eyes flashing with lethal intent, "Are you sure you want to make an enemy of our Qin family? The King of Qin of our Qin family is the second-ranked foreign king in the Dragon Country, able to crush you like an ant!"

"You better think about yourself first," Ye Wudao said indifferently.

Elder Qin’s body burst out with the aura of a war spirit at its peak and sneered, "This old man wants to see if your strength matches your big talk!"

With those words, Elder Qin threw a punch!

Elder Qin’s punch was mighty, fierce as a tiger, carrying the power of a top-tier, peak-level war spirit.

Ye Wudao’s eyes remained calm as he casually waved his hand.

Bang!

The two terrifying powers collided.

"Such immense power!" Shock swept through Elder Qin’s heart as he felt an unfathomable domineering strength from Ye Wudao’s fist.

"Is that all? I haven’t even exerted myself yet," Ye Wudao’s mouth curled into a disdainful smile as he suddenly applied force.

"This is bad!" Elder Qin staggered backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face pallid.

The entire place was in shock!

"Heavens, even Elder Qin couldn’t take his punch!"

"Who on earth is he?"

Just then, a haughty voice rang out, "Who dares to run wild here, coming from who knows where?"