My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 763 - 764: Slashing Your Dog’s Life With One Stroke

Chapter 763: Chapter 764: Slashing Your Dog’s Life With One Stroke

"Fuck, this, this has to be fake, right..."

"Someone actually dared to smash a wine bottle on the Crown Prince’s face!"

"That’s insane!"

Bai Tianfan covered his injured face, looked down, and realized his hands were covered in blood.

"Ah, blood!" Bai Tianfan was both shocked and furious; he had hemophobia, and would go weak at the sight of blood.

"Son of a bitch, do you know how much I hate blood! Come, someone come, kill him for me!"

Dozens of demonic pseudo-Saint powerhouses moved upon hearing the order, all rushing towards Ye Wudao.

"Martial King, these are all pseudo-Saint level powerhouses!"

"The Saint Heir might be in danger!" his subordinates said with worried expressions.

The Martial King’s expression was also solemn as he said, "I have already reported to the higher-ups; a pseudo-Saint level powerhouse will come to rescue him immediately!"

Ye Wudao stood in place, completely ignoring the demonic pseudo-Saint powerhouses charging at him.

Just then, an icy voice came through; "People of the Demon Alliance, stop! Do not touch the Saint Heir!"

Everyone looked up to see dozens of Dragon Country strongmen appear, all of pseudo-Saint realm.

Leading them was a lean old man, commanding respect without anger, exuding a powerful aura!

"Greetings to Elder Wang Shan!" the Martial King bowed with utmost respect.

Wang Shan, a peak pseudo-Saint of Dragon Country!

He was also the Martial King’s direct superior!

"Heh, I thought it was who, turns out it’s the Martial Department’s Elder Wang Shan!" a demonic pseudo-Saint recognized Wang Shan and couldn’t help but sneer.

"Demon Alliance, you cannot lay a hand on Ye Wudao, for he is the Kunlun Saint Son!" Wang Shan said with an icy gaze.

"What a joke! What dogshit Kunlun Saint Son, daring to mess with this young master, I’ll make sure he dies!" Bai Tianfan, covering his injured face, said with vengeful embarrassment.

"Wang Shan, did you see that? Our Crown Prince said this Ye must die!" a demonic powerhouse sneered.

"Protect Mr. Ye!" Wang Shan commanded.

Dozens of the Martial Department’s pseudo-Saint powerhouses quickly surrounded Ye Wudao to protect him.

"Saint Heir, leave quickly!" Wang Shan urged; "If you don’t go now, it’ll be too late!"

"I’d like to see who dares to take him away!" Just then, an icy voice interrupted.

Everyone turned to look and saw a one-eyed old man approaching, exuding a terrifying presence that far exceeded the pseudo-Saint realm.

"Blade Demon, sir!"

"Greetings to Blade Demon!" everyone said with respect.

The newcomer was none other than the Demon Alliance’s battle Saint powerhouse, the Barbarian of the North, nicknamed – Blade Demon!

"Blade Demon, Barbarian of the North!" Seeing this, Wang Shan’s expression became extremely solemn; "Too late, I knew the Blade Demon wouldn’t let us take the Saint Heir away easily!"

Backed by the Barbarian of the North, these demonic pseudo-Saint powerhouses didn’t care about Wang Shan or his Martial Department’s people at all.

"Wang Shan, if you know what’s good for you, get your men out of here fast!"

"This is the Demon Alliance’s territory. You’ve trespassed on our land, and according to the treaty, we have the right to kill you all!" the Demon Alliance’s powerhouses threatened.

Wang Shan clenched his fists tightly, his face showing grave concern.

"Elder Wang Shan, step aside. Ye Wudao doesn’t need protection!" Ye Wudao said with a smile.

What?

Wang Shan was startled and hurriedly explained, "Saint Heir Ye, these people are all pseudo-saints from the Beast Alliance. If it really comes to a fight, you won’t gain any advantage! And we’re still on the Beast Alliance’s turf!"

"Heh, no matter whose territory it is, anyone who dares to touch my sister will pay a bloody price!" Ye Wudao spoke with overwhelming confidence.

"Kill this brat for me!" Bai Tianfan, who hated Ye Wudao intensely, yelled loudly.

"Kill!"

Dozens of Beast Alliance pseudo-saints charged forward, their speed incredibly fast.

"Elder Wang Shan, what do we do now?" a group of pseudo-saint Martial Artists from the martial department anxiously asked.

"Let’s see what Saint Heir Ye’s strength is like first. If he cannot hold his own, then even if it costs us our old lives, we must rescue him!" Wang Shan said.

As the words were spoken, soon it was done, all the powerhouses of the Beast Alliance had already launched their attack toward Ye Wudao.

With an icy look in his eyes, Ye Wudao threw a punch, its terrifying sound echoing like a tiger’s roar and a dragon’s angry growl.

Boom!

A loud explosion sounded.

The dozens of Beast Alliance pseudo-saints spat out blood and fell to the ground, their faces pale as death.

"Holy shit, what the hell is happening here?"

"Dozens of Beast Alliance pseudo-saints, defeated by a single punch from Ye Wudao?"

"That’s terrifying!"

Not just Martial King and the others were dumbfounded, even Wang Shan was utterly astounded.

Exaggerated!

"Gulp!" Bai Tianfan swallowed hard, suddenly realizing he had provoked an existence he shouldn’t have!

With an icy gaze, Ye Wudao stared directly at Bai Tianfan and said, "Scumbag, hand over Xu Chunchun, and I’ll leave your corpse intact!"

"Keep dreaming!" Bai Tianfan said and quickly ran behind his master, Beiman Kuang, with a pleading look, "Master, you must avenge me!"

"Hmph, this brat is lawless and outrageous. I’ve been sick of him for a long time!" Beiman Kuang said, stepping in front of Ye Wudao and with an arrogant tone, said, "Ye Wudao, considering your status as the Kunlun Saint Son, if you sever an arm, I’ll spare your life!"

"What if I don’t?" Ye Wudao retorted.

"Young man, I am a mighty War Saint of the Beast Alliance, known as the Blade Demon! Don’t push your luck!" Beiman Kuang threatened.

"Sorry, I’ve never heard of you!" Ye Wudao shook his head.

"You!!" Beiman Kuang’s pupils dilated with anger, and as he sneered at the knife at Ye Wudao’s waist, he said, "I see you are also a knife-wielding Martial Artist. Fine, I won’t pick on you because of our difference in strength, and it would not look good if word got out that I bullied you. Heh, just withstand three strikes from me, little Kunlun Heir, and I’ll spare your life!"

Upon hearing Beiman Kuang’s words, Wang Shan, Martial King, and others looked displeased.

"Damn, Beiman Kuang, this old fox, sure knows how to play his cards right!"

"A high-ranking War Saint of the Beast Alliance claiming he’s not bullying the weak, that’s utterly shameless!"

"Ye Wudao is just a second-rank peak pseudo-saint. Even a second-rank peak War Saint could not withstand three strikes from Beiman Kuang!"

After hearing this, Bai Tianfan could not help but scoff, "Heh, you little punk, you must be scared, huh? If you’re scared, kneel on the ground and kowtow to me obediently. Write on your face that you are the disgrace of Kunlun’s Saint Heirs, and I might spare you!"

"Haha!" Beiman Kuang laughed loudly and said, "My disciple truly understands my heart. You brat, do you dare to withstand my three strikes?"

Ye Wudao spoke indifferently, saying, "Three strikes are unnecessary. Too troublesome. One strike—to take your dog life!"

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