CHAPTER 550: CHAPTER 469: PRETENDING IN FRONT OF YE QINGFENG?

He never dreamed that the one to kill him would be the bullet he fired just seconds ago.

Just now, in an instant, Ye Qingfeng caught the bullet shot at Bei Yinyao with his fingers and then used spiritual energy to shoot it back along its original trajectory, directly penetrating the sniper’s scope and blowing his head off.

Such a method is truly unfathomable, but the others did not see Ye Qingfeng’s movement, otherwise they would have been left speechless in shock.

Sister Mei and her group surrounded Bei Yinyao in the center, while Bai Wan’er and An Ruoqing were taken out by the security personnel, leaving Ye Qingfeng as the only one still inside the venue.

He grinned and picked up the wine glass on the table, holding it with his hand.

"Crack!"

The wine glass shattered, and then he spread his palm, and the pieces of the wine glass seemed to come to life, shooting out in eleven directions.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of something piercing through the air reverberated, and these wine glass shards were not any slower than bullets.

In an instant, eleven lives in different positions were quietly harvested.

"Whoosh!"

The sound echoed in all directions. Those in different positions were assassins, and before they could understand why, the shards of glass pierced through their foreheads, shattering their skulls, staining the ground with blood.

They couldn’t believe that the thing killing them was just common pieces of glass.

After killing the eleven people, Ye Qingfeng leisurely strolled out the door, as if he were just taking a walk.

His Sword Dao Realm had already reached a level close to the Supreme Realm of Dao Essence, controlling items like swords, killing without a trace, how could assassins who couldn’t even be considered Martial Artists escape his attack?

At this moment, the East Gate Club was in a state of alert, with Lei Hui drenched in sweat, extremely tense.

Tonight, Lei Ye had entrusted him with hosting the dance party, considering it a test of his abilities. But now, with such an incident occurring, he suddenly didn’t know how to handle it.

Enjoying life is his expertise, but when faced with a real crisis, what role can he play?

Bei Yinyao’s gaze was distant, though surrounded by others, she still couldn’t take her eyes off Ye Qingfeng.

Just now, when Ye Qingfeng pulled her into his arms, a sense of familiarity spread throughout her body, one that came from the depths of her memory.

"Is it him? No, if it were him, why wouldn’t he recognize me?"

Seeing Ye Qingfeng come out, she wanted to approach and ask, but Sister Mei and the others surrounded her, each holding a specially made iron plate, shielding their vital parts.

"It’s okay now, the sniper is dead!"

Ye Qingfeng said casually.

Sister Mei’s eyes narrowed, looking at Ye Qingfeng with suspicion.

"How do you know the sniper is dead?"

She knew the assassins were lurking in the surrounding high buildings, and although their current position was a blind spot, they were still very likely to get shot, one careless move could cost Bei Yinyao’s life.

Just as Sister Mei spoke, one person at her side suddenly turned, a cold glint in his hand, holding a dagger.

Sister Mei sensed something and suddenly turned around, one of the bodyguards had already stabbed toward Bei Yinyao with a knife.

This sudden change left everyone stunned, and Sister Mei was furious.

These bodyguards were their trusted aides for many years, and now they defected at the last moment, attempting to assassinate their employer?

Bei Yinyao stood frozen, not knowing how to dodge. Being a frail woman, how could she possibly react in time?

The bodyguard who attacked had a chilling look in his eyes, as long as he went one step further, Bei Yinyao would meet her doom, and after escaping, he would receive a generous reward, enough to enjoy for a lifetime.

Just as he thought he had succeeded, his expression suddenly froze.

Two fingers, just two fingers.

The knife he had thrust forward was firmly caught by two fingers, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t advance an inch. In front of Bei Yinyao was a young man with an indifferent look in his eyes.

"Miss!"

Sister Mei reacted the fastest, stepping out in a flash, her legs whipping like lightning, the bodyguard retreated in fear, but the gap in strength was too great, he was soon subdued by Sister Mei.

The other bodyguards pinned him to the ground, and Sister Mei turned back to look at Ye Qingfeng, with a trace of astonishment in her eyes.

Just now, Ye Qingfeng was further away from Bei Yinyao than she was, yet he managed to intercept the attack before the bodyguard struck, leaving her puzzled. Despite being a High-level War Master, she couldn’t compare to a young man?

Ye Qingfeng casually tossed the dagger on the ground, his gaze sweeping to a shadowy corner a kilometer away, a cold glance fixed on Bei Yinyao.

In just an instant, a figure shot out like a phantom traversing the night, charging straight ahead.

Several security personnel arranged by Lei Hui were swept aside by this shadow, unable to resist even a single move.

Sister Mei’s eyes sharpened, feeling immense pressure, but she was already blocking the shadow’s path.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound as the power dispersed, Sister Mei staggered back, her face showing a trace of paleness, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"A War General expert?"

Almost instantly, Sister Mei knew it was an expert far beyond her capabilities.

"Hehe!"

The person laughed grimly after clashing with Sister Mei, stopping in place, surprisingly a wizened old man with a skeletal frame, his dry hands emitting tendrils of black air.

He let out a strange laugh, his icy gaze scanning Bei Yinyao like a poison snake.

Under his gaze, Bei Yinyao felt frightened, shrinking behind Ye Qingfeng. For some reason, standing behind Ye Qingfeng brought her an indescribable sense of security.

The surrounding security personnel and a few bodyguards stood frozen by the withered old man’s aura, not daring to move.

Sister Mei wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and asked with difficulty, "Who are you?"

The withered old man did not answer, only chuckled coldly, "Those about to die need not ask too many questions!"

His daring to come alone represented absolute confidence, and how could Sister Mei, just an advanced martial artist, stop him?

"Insolent fool, stop being arrogant!"

At this moment, a long shout came from afar, a white-clad figure leapt through the air, arriving in an instant.

The withered old man’s pupils shrank immediately.

The white-clad figure landed before the crowd, revealing a handsome young face.

The young man landed and first turned to look at Bei Yinyao.

"Yin Yao, are you alright?"

Bei Yinyao peeked out from behind Ye Qingfeng with some surprise, "Huang Zhou? Why are you here?"

It was Huang Zhou, who she and Sister Mei had mentioned back at the hotel.

"I received news that someone intended to harm you, so I caught the last flight today to get here, it’s a good thing I made it in time!"

Seeing Bei Yinyao standing behind a younger man even more handsome than himself, Huang Zhou felt some displeasure but forcibly suppressed it.

He came here precisely to rescue Bei Yinyao.

"All of you step back a bit, this guy is not someone you can handle!"

Huang Zhou turned around, hands behind his back, exuding the aura of a martial arts master, completely dismissing everyone else, full of arrogance.