My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 499 - 500 Beating Long Zi Up

Chapter 499: Chapter 500 Beating Long Zi Up

"I’ve actually surpassed the limit of stepping through the heavens, reaching the tenth step?" Ye Wudao stretched out his hand, feeling his body brimming with extreme and powerful strength.

At this moment, his strength had reached a terrifying level!

Even Eighth Grade battle kings could be easily slain!

"My god, he’s still alive?"

"The Phantom Lightning Orb has no effect on him?" Xiong Yue and Gui Tu’er were both shocked and flabbergasted.

Long Zi’s complexion changed as well, immediately extending his hand, "Phantom Lightning Orb!"

"Are you looking for this thing?" Ye Wudao held a bauble in one hand, which was none other than the Phantom Lightning Orb.

Boom!

Long Zi’s face showed shock as she said, "You, you’ve actually stolen my Phantom Lightning Orb! Return it quickly, and I might spare your life!"

"This thing, is it valuable?" Ye Wudao sneered coldly, holding the Phantom Lightning Orb, his fingers suddenly exerting force.

Boom!

A loud boom reverberated.

Ye Wudao crushed the Phantom Lightning Orb with one hand, unscathed!

The whole place was in an uproar!

"Damn it, he actually crushed the Phantom Lightning Orb with his bare hand!"

"This, this guy, could he have broken through to Ninth Grade battle king?" Xiong Yue and Gui Tu’er turned pale.

"You, you monster..." Long Zi admitted that she was scared, retreating subconsciously.

"Not a single hair on Yueli’s head can I bear to touch, yet how dare you harm her?" Ye Wudao’s gaze was blood-red as he mercilessly struck with his blade.

This move was extremely powerful, tearing through the air with a hundred zhang of brilliance, changing the color of the sky and earth!

"No, don’t!" Xiong Yue and Gui Tu’er’s pupils shrank; they couldn’t react in time and were instantly killed!

Two great clan elders of the battle king rank, Eighth Grade, were instantly slain!

"Aah!" Long Zi let out a scream, spewing blood, staggering backward and revealing her fragrant shoulder; it turned out she was wearing a purple treasure armor, which blocked this deadly strike.

"You disgusting woman, you sure have a lot of treasures on you!" Ye Wudao looked at Long Zi with a cold and bone-piercing gaze.

"How, how could you have become so strong..." Long Zi was swallowing saliva, her throat trembling.

"Kneel down, use your life to apologize to Yueli!" Ye Wudao said.

Long Zi glanced at Su Yueli, who lay unconscious on the ground, and scoffed, "I am the young miss of the royal clan, my father is the great Clan Leader! Expecting me to kneel to her is a daydream!"

Ye Wudao’s eyes were blood-red, filled with soaring murderous intent!

"Since you’re unwilling, I will break every bone in your body and make you kneel for life!" Ye Wudao’s figure flashed with incalculable speed, too fast for even Eighth Grade battle kings to catch.

Thud!

Ye Wudao landed a punch on Long Zi’s body.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out, the high-grade treasure armor that Long Zi wore shattered instantly, and the terrible force directly broke her ribs.

"Aah!" Long Zi let out a wail, falling heavily to the ground.

Thud!

Thud!

Ye Wudao’s fists rained down on Long Zi like a torrential downpour.

"Ahh, ahh..." Long Zi let out a series of pitiful wails.

"Will you kneel or not?" Ye Wudao asked coldly.

"I, I am the noble lady of the royal family, with noble blood flowing through my veins. No one can make me kneel..." Long Zi’s words had not yet finished when Ye Wudao punched her directly in her delicate face.

Bang!

The punch disfigured Long Zi’s face beyond recognition.

"Ah!" Blood streamed from Long Zi’s mouth and nose as she let out a scream of agony.

"Will you kneel or not?"

Long Zi glared hatefully and said, "You, you can’t treat me like this, my father will not let you go!"

Ye Wudao forcefully grabbed her hair, tearing off a large piece of her scalp.

"Ah, I’m sorry, I was wrong, please spare me!" Long Zi was genuinely afraid, realizing that this madman, wild like a beast, might actually kill her!

Bang!

"I’ll ask you one last time, will you kneel?" Ye Wudao’s eyes were blood red.

"I will kneel, I’ll kneel..." Completely terrified, Long Zi trembled as she knelt down before Su Yueli with a ’plop’.

"Saintess Su, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have hurt you. Please forgive me!"

"Louder!" Ye Wudao roared.

"Saintess Su, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have hurt you. Please forgive me!" Long Zi shouted, her voice carrying far.

"Say it ten thousand times!" Ye Wudao roared with anger.

"What, ten thousand times?" Long Zi was taken aback, but seeing Ye Wudao’s furious gaze, she immediately started nodding like a pecking chicken. "I, I’ll say it ten thousand times..."

After reciting the apology nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine times, Long Zi was almost fainting, her lips turning purple as she pleaded, "I’m sorry, I was wrong! Sir, I have finished apologizing ten thousand times, can you please spare this young lady?"

Ye Wudao pressed his knife against Long Zi’s neck and coldly remarked, "Don’t you think you’re missing something?"

"What, what am I missing?" Long Zi asked, her face filled with fear.

"Of course, your wretched life!" Ye Wudao sneered and ended her with a single stroke.

Just then, an angry voice rang out, "You brat, how dare you! Killing a royal warrior and forcing Miss Long Zi to kneel and apologize! Are you not afraid of the royal family’s revenge?"

Who?

Ye Wudao looked up and saw a grey-clothed elder approaching, exuding a terrifying presence, clearly a Ninth Grade Battle King.

Long Zi turned her head and upon seeing the newcomer, clung to him as if he were a lifeline, pleading excitedly, "Uncle Liu, save me, save me!"

"Don’t worry, Miss, with Uncle Liu here, nobody would dare to lay a finger on you!" The grey-clothed elder spoke arrogantly, and indeed, Long Liu had good reason to be haughty.

Not only was he a Ninth Grade Battle King,

But he was also ranked sixth among the top ten warriors in the royal clan’s elder council!

Known as Long Liu!

With such a status, even top-notch Ninth Grade Battle Kings wouldn’t dare to provoke Long Liu.

Unless facing a Peak Battle King or someone of even higher status, Long Liu could pretty much do as he pleased, unchallenged.

"You little pest, you’re dead now. You had the audacity to bully this lady; get on your knees before me now!" Backed by Long Liu, Long Zi suddenly turned the tables and started to threaten Ye Wudao.

"Did you hear me? Apologize to the Miss by kowtowing immediately!" ordered Long Liu.

"Very well!" A cold smile played on Ye Wudao’s lips, his eyes turned icy, and with a swift motion of his hand, the blade fell.

"No, don’t!" Long Zi’s pupils shrank in terror.

"Brat, stop!" Long Liu bellowed.

The Beiwang Blade was exceedingly sharp; blood spurted out as Long Zi’s head flew off, landing with a thud at Long Liu’s feet, her beautiful face frozen in horror.

"This is the way I apologize!" Ye Wudao declared dominantly.