121: Chapter 121 Die! You scoundrel!

The young man in the black robe was none other than Ji Youying.

And the old man beside him was his seventh uncle.

Ji Bochang, one of the Grand Elders of the Ji Family of the Eastern Wasteland.

Ji Youying chuckled sinisterly: "Heh, Ye Xiaoyao, I didn't expect you to have reached the Core Formation Stage as well."

"It seems your luck is quite good, but it's a pity you encountered this Saint here. Today shall be the day you die."

Ji Chanxi was furious. She stepped forward and shouted: "Ji Youying! I have warned you not to pester Xiaoyao and me again! Can you not understand human speech?"

Ji Youying snorted coldly, his eyes staring at her with venomous intent:

"Hmph, you cheap woman! As the Saintess of the Sect, instead of becoming Dao Companions with me, a fellow Saint, you chose such a piece of trash!"

"You have made this Saint lose all face! After I kill this piece of trash, I will definitely capture you and ravage you properly,"

"making you wish you were dead! Then I will refine you into a humanoid Puppet to be my female slave!"

After finishing, he threw his head back and laughed. The laughter was eerie and terrifying, making one's scalp tingle.

Clearly, because Ji Chanxi chose Ye Xiaoyao, Ji Youying had become completely deranged and insane.

Ji Chanxi was trembling with rage and was about to rush forward.

Ye Xiaoyao grabbed her, stopping her, and simultaneously sent a voice transmission to the three women:

"The one Ji Youying wants to kill is me. You three, don't worry about me, leave quickly!"

Ji Chanxi and Pei Yuhan simultaneously grabbed his arms.

Ji Chanxi said: "No! How could I possibly abandon my husband!"

Pei Yuhan said: "That's right! My husband is in trouble, how could I just sit by and watch? Your enemies are also Yuhan's enemies!"

Ye Xiaoyao felt a warmth in his heart.

These women, it was worth caring for them.

He said nothing more, knowing he couldn't persuade them, and turned to look at Lu Jiajing instead.

Lu Jiajing was solemn at this moment, having long since put away her usual seductive charm, and was subtly confronting Ji Bochang.

Ye Xiaoyao sent a voice transmission: "Jinger, what is this person's Realm?"

Lu Jiajing replied via voice transmission: "A little higher than me, it should be the Peak of the Early Stage Nascent Soul."

"It cannot be the Middle Stage, otherwise I would have been suppressed during our clash just now, unless he is hiding his strength."

Ye Xiaoyao asked again: "How much confidence do you have in holding him off?"

Lu Jiajing said: "Defeating him alone is basically impossible, but holding him off is no problem."

Ye Xiaoyao nodded and simultaneously deployed the plan to the three women via voice transmission:

"Since we cannot escape, then we fight. Jinger, hold off that old scoundrel. Chaner and Haner, deal with the three behind him. I will deal with Ji Youying."

The three women nodded simultaneously.

Opposite them, Ji Youying clapped his hands and smiled sinisterly: "Oh? Finished discussing? Then prepare to die."

He said to Ji Bochang: "Seventh Uncle, hold off that Nascent Soul female Cultivator for me later, while I kill that piece of trash."

He then turned to look at the three Core Formation Cultivators behind him.

Among them, the one-armed Core Formation Early Stage Cultivator was the very same black-robed person who had previously ambushed Ye Xiaoyao and Fu Hongxue; his severed arm had already been reattached.

Ji Youying ordered them: "You three, capture those two female Cultivators for me."

"Don't heavily injure the one in the black dress; she is useful to keep. The one in white, do whatever you want; she's your reward to play with."

The three black-robed men replied in unison: "Yes, Third Young Lord!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Bochang made the first move. A pitch-black scepter flew out, turning into a black ray of light as it attacked Lu Jiajing.

Lu Jiajing did not hesitate. Opening her cherry lips, she spat out a small bell.

The Acacia Bell expanded in the wind and collided with the scepter.

Their figures flashed, and they began to fight.

The three black-robed men charged toward Ji Chanxi and Pei Yuhan.

Ye Xiaoyao stared quietly at Ji Youying.

Ji Youying was currently at the Core Formation Middle Stage, one minor Realm higher than Ye Xiaoyao.

But he was not afraid in the slightest.

Back when he was at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, he was able to slap the Core Formation Early Stage Ji Youying away with a single punch.

Now that he was also at the Core Formation Stage, what was there to fear?

Ji Youying was in no rush to act, mocking him first:

"Brat, back then you made me lose all face. Today I will make you pay it back a hundredfold!"

After speaking, he took out a long, pitch-black spear. The shaft was carved with eerie patterns; it was a high-grade Magic Treasure.

He charged forward with the spear.

Ye Xiaoyao took out the sun burning saber and met him head-on.

The two instantly clashed together.

Saber lights and spear shadows flashed, and Spiritual Qi surged.

In the blink of an eye, they had fought dozens of rounds.

"Boom!"

After a heavy strike, both were pushed back by the wave of Spiritual Qi, each retreating several zhang.

Blood seeped from the corner of Ji Youying's mouth, and he panted heavily, his face full of disbelief:

"This... How is this possible! You are only at the Core Formation Early Stage, how can you be this strong!"

He could not accept it.

He was a whole minor Realm higher than Ye Xiaoyao, yet he was being firmly suppressed and had even sustained serious injuries.

Looking at Ye Xiaoyao, aside from some loss of Spiritual Qi, his hair wasn't even messy, his robes were neat, and the corners of his mouth were clean; he was clearly quite relaxed.

Ye Xiaoyao laughed and said: "Heh, Saint Ji, you called me a piece of trash?"

"Don't you think you are the piece of trash?"

"Back then, when I was at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, I could slap you, a Core Formation Early Stage, away with one punch."

"Now you are at the Core Formation Middle Stage, and I am at the Core Formation Early Stage, yet I am still suppressing you."

"Who is the piece of trash, don't you have any idea in your heart?"

Ji Youying's eyes were splitting with rage, and he squeezed out the word "You" from his throat, then "waa" spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Ye Xiaoyao continued to provoke him: "What 'you'? Weren't you quite arrogant just now?"

"Saying you wanted to kill me, and even refine Chanxi into a female slave?"

"You have touched my reverse scale; today it is you who deserves to die! Take this!"

He stopped wasting words and attacked again with his saber.

Ji Youying hurriedly raised his spear to block.

But Ye Xiaoyao's sun burning saber contained Pure Yang Power, and every strike was fierce.

After a few rounds, the long spear in Ji Youying's hand was knocked away with a "clang".

Ji Youying vomited several mouthfuls of blood in succession, and his whole person became listless.

Ye Xiaoyao put away the sun burning saber, gathered Pure Yang Power into his fists, and rushed up to give him a brutal beating.

Hundreds of punches rained down on Ji Youying's face and chest.

Ji Youying's face was beaten until it was a bloody mess, one eyeball had fallen out, his nose was crooked, his ears were bleeding, his teeth had fallen out, and he cursed indistinctly:

"You... you dare to kill me... The Ji Family will not let you off!..."

Ye Xiaoyao sneered: "You scoundrel, you deserve to die!"

"You sent people to assassinate me back then, almost killing me and my Senior Sister; today I will send you on your way!"

"Remember to be a good person in your next life!"

It was not that he didn't know that killing Ji Youying would completely offend the Ji Family.

But things had reached this point; if he didn't kill this bastard, there would be endless trouble.

Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to oneself; he understood this principle.

Finally, he infused Pure Yang Power into his right leg and kicked Ji Youying hard like a football.

"Ah—!!!"

Ji Youying let out an earth-shattering scream.

His whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the distant cliff wall.

Amidst a rumbling sound, several giant rocks were shattered and tumbled down.

Ji Youying was embedded in the cliff wall, having completely breathed his last.

Ye Xiaoyao put away his long spear Magic Treasure, flashed, and swept toward the corpse.

He had to take the Storage Pouch.

As the Third Young Lord of the Ji Family of the Eastern Wasteland, Ji Youying surely had plenty of resources on him.

He was very experienced in such things as killing and looting.

On the other side, Ji Bochang, who was fighting Lu Jiajing, sensed that his nephew had been severely injured. He suddenly used a move to force Lu Jiajing back and turned into a beam of light to rush toward Ye Xiaoyao.

"Stop! You junior dare to hurt my nephew! Go to hell!"