Chapter 1817: Chapter 1817: Spitting Blood in Anger, Yielding and Begging for Mercy

Pfft...

With Mei Xiaofang’s words, Ye Wushen finally couldn’t hold it in; a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out on the spot.

Yeah, if back then they’d taken Sikong Jing away, properly nurtured his whole family and treated them as true family, then their Willow Leaf Saint Manor would’ve already soared to the heavens by now.

They would be in possession of the most terrifying genius on the Central Plains, in possession of a future mighty Sacred Body.

Sikong Jing might even have become the second Holy Martial Stage powerhouse of Willow Leaf Saint Manor in the last three thousand years after Liu Duoye.

Then Mei Xiaofang continued, "If decades ago you’d accepted what Yue Xi’s grandfather said, you’d have had a Holy Martial Stage powerhouse long ago. Once he reached the Holy Martial Stage, who would still dare call him a Demon?"

"Even a woman like me who doesn’t know Martial Arts understands that much, yet you people kept pushing them away."

"Hahaha, but with the way you lot are, now Zhenglong and I are only glad Ajing wasn’t brought here by you in the first place."

Mei Xiaofang went on a wild, endless spray at everyone in the hall; at this moment she was venting every last bit of pent‑up resentment.

And that last sentence was very clear: even if Sikong Jing had been brought here, he’d probably only have been tortured by you.

Right after Mei Xiaofang finished, Sikong Jing smiled again.

"Ye Wushen, a lot of things are actually just coincidences."

"For example, Ancestor Han Long—I had no idea he’d show up in Willow Leaf City too, but he did speed up my pace."

"Oh right, Liu Shitian did not die at Ancestor Han Long’s hands."

As this sentence fell, all the Willow Leaf Saint Manor people in the hall once again widened their eyes, while Ye Wushen stretched out a trembling finger at Sikong Jing, so enraged he couldn’t even speak.

Although he’d long suspected Liu Shitian was killed by Sikong Jing, hearing the latter admit it personally still made his heart feel like it was exploding.

"Back then Liu Shitian, who went to my hometown, was killed by me. So now, of course it’s Ye Wukui’s turn."

Sikong Jing returned to the main topic and once more looked at Ye Wukui...

And at this moment Ye Wukui could no longer endure the anger in his heart, that suffocating sense of unfairness, especially when even a normal woman like Mei Xiaofang who didn’t know a shred of Martial Arts could curse him out.

Thinking of this, he roared furiously, "You little beast, I’ll hack you to pieces right now!"

He completely lost his reason and actually charged straight at Sikong Jing, a terrifying Emperor aura exploding out madly.

"You little beast, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you!"

Same thing as before—if Sikong Jing were a Soul Dominator’s Heir and Overlord Commerce’s Sacred Body, he wouldn’t feel this way, because Ye Wukui would think Sikong Jing’s origin was noble, and it’d be normal for him to oppress them.

But Sikong Jing came from a Small Domain, once a lowly little ant they couldn’t even be bothered to look at.

The gap was just too huge. People as narrow‑minded as them simply couldn’t accept an ant’s rise.

They just felt utterly humiliated, and their emotions completely collapsed.

Only by beating Sikong Jing to death with their own hands could they be freed...

Yet the Sikong Jing in front of him, even when facing the outburst of an Emperor First Realm powerhouse, still remained expressionless. This expression that should never appear on an ant’s face drove Ye Wukui even madder.

Just as Ye Wukui was crazily charging at Sikong Jing, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him—it was none other than Ye Wuzhi.

Boom...

Ye Wuzhi stepped out and directly slapped Ye Wukui back, saying, "Ye Wukui, you dare lay a hand on Ajing? Go on, try it."

Looking at his third brother, whom he’d always looked down on in the past, Ye Wukui still couldn’t swallow his rage and shouted, "Ye Wuzhi, you’re also one of Willow Leaf Saint Manor’s people. This little beast has already pushed us this far—how dare you block me?"

Ye Wukui knew he couldn’t get past Ye Wuzhi, so he had to accuse Ye Wuzhi from the lofty stance of the clan’s survival.

But... hahaha!

What answered him was still Ye Wuzhi’s loud laughter. "Am I one of Willow Leaf Saint Manor’s people? Am I?"

Hearing this, all the Willow Leaf People froze. Those earlier humiliations and trampling hadn’t treated him as a person at all.

Boom, boom...

Before Ye Wukui could say anything else, two more figures suddenly dropped down in front of Ye Wuzhi and Sikong Jing—of course, they were Leng Chan and Old Xin. Leng Chan spoke first, "Ye Wukui, you want to kill the Sacred Body of Overlord Commerce?"

Old Xin’s gaze swung to Ye Wushen as he barked, "Lord Ye, is Willow Leaf Saint Manor planning on getting itself destroyed?"

Their voices echoed through the hall like a basin of cold water slammed onto the hearts of all the Willow Leaf People, dousing their inner flames to ash, leaving them... wow!

Almost at the same time, several people spat blood again. They simply couldn’t lay even half a finger on Sikong Jing.

So what if they were furious? So what if they were enraged?

The guy was now a Sacred Body Genius of Overlord Commerce; touching him would mean Willow Leaf Saint Manor was choosing to be wiped out.

Even so, Ye Wukui still couldn’t help but growl in a low voice, "Big Brother, let’s slaughter them all, leave no one alive. Then wipe out every single Overlord Commerce person in Willow Leaf City. When the time comes, we’ll just say Imperial Dragon Mountain did it."

Right now Ye Wukui just couldn’t swallow this breath; he had to vent until he was completely clean.

Hearing this, Liu Shizeng’s whole body also trembled violently. He stomped forward heavily and said, "Manor Master, what Wukui said isn’t without reason."

As long as they killed every last person clean, no one would know they did it. They could claim it was a Holy Martial Stage powerhouse from Imperial Dragon Mountain who did the killing, and then wouldn’t Overlord Commerce obediently come slaughter Imperial Dragon Mountain to help Willow Leaf Saint Manor...

Right now all messaging inside and outside the city was sealed. No one could ask for help from outside, much less spread news of the massacre.

Of course, they’d have to do it very cleanly, not letting a single fish slip the net.

Too bad... pfft!

Su Yuexi suddenly let out a mocking snort, tilted her head and smiled. "Aren’t you taking too much for granted? My Brother Jing just slipped into the city without a sound—do you really think he wouldn’t have informed Overlord Commerce in advance?"

As soon as she said that, the flames that had just flared up in the hall were doused to slag again.

Given Sikong Jing’s way of doing things and his mind, he’d definitely have anticipated Willow Leaf Saint Manor wanting to exterminate them all, and would’ve definitely left something prepared.

Su Zhenglong also sneered. "I’ve heard that some of my father’s remnants are hidden inside the manor..."

This sentence made Ye Wushen clutch his chest again; his whole body was almost frozen solid. Last time they already knew Su Old Demon Remnants were hiding in the manor, and might even be core figures of Willow Leaf Saint Manor.

So daring to kill Sikong Jing, daring to wipe out all of Overlord Commerce’s people, there was simply no way they could hide it.

For all they knew, Su Old Demon’s remnants were lurking in the dark right this moment.

Ye Wuzhi and Sikong Jing had both come in without a sound; who the hell knew who had let them into Willow Leaf Hall?

At this moment, Sikong Jing smiled again and asked, "Lord Ye, is me killing Ye Wukui still your bottom line?"

For who‑knows‑what‑number time, Sikong Jing ruthlessly stomped on Ye Wushen’s bottom line.

Ye Wushen’s whole body trembled violently, his teeth chattering like crazy as he had no idea what to do. He couldn’t just stand there and watch Ye Wukui die at Sikong Jing’s hands, could he?

His expression shifted for a while, then Ye Wushen finally spoke with pleading in his voice, "Ajing, can we sit down and talk this out?"

Now Ye Wushen was calling him Ajing again. He had no choice but to face reality; he could only bow his head and beg for mercy.