CHAPTER 559: CHAPTER 0478: HALF-STEP WAR KING DWARF

Ye Qingfeng leaned his shoulder against the car door, his gaze calmly sweeping over the heated battle nearby, exuding an air of nonchalance.

Bai Wan’er rolled down the car window and poked her little head out, saying, "I thought you wouldn’t find us. I was almost scared to death!"

Ye Qingfeng let out a cold chuckle, casually saying, "Scared to death? I didn’t ask you to get in her car."

He pointed to Bei Yinyao inside the car, suddenly stunned.

He realized that the look Bei Yinyao gave him had become incredibly strange, filled with anger, grievance, and affection—a complex mix hard to decipher.

Ye Qingfeng quickly turned his head away, not daring to meet Bei Yinyao’s eyes, afraid of revealing any sign of weakness. Little did he know, he had long been exposed by a recording from An Ruoqing.

"Get out of here with him, quickly!"

Bei Yinyao felt a deep pain in her heart, but after a moment of thought, she did not question Ye Qingfeng. Instead, she softly spoke to Bai Wan’er and the other woman.

She hoped not to drag them into her troubles. If they left with Ye Qingfeng, the "Seven Kills" wouldn’t care about them; their only concern was her life.

"No need to worry!" Bai Wan’er smiled sweetly, seeming relaxed, devoid of any previous fear, which greatly surprised Bei Yinyao.

"Ye Qingfeng, can you help Bei Yinyao?"

Bai Wan’er tugged on Ye Qingfeng’s sleeve, somewhat pleading.

Ye Qingfeng naturally wouldn’t let Bei Yinyao die like this, so he nodded promptly.

"Pa!"

Two figures separated in mid-air; Huang Zhan Yuan flipped in the air, landing firmly on the ground, while Mu Tanlang staggered back two steps after landing before stabilizing himself.

"I never imagined your Triple Stacking Palm could possess such power!" Mu Tanlang’s face was grim. "It seems defeating you today is impossible!"

"Your ’Seven Kills’ are destined to fail today!"

Huang Zhan Yuan looked confident. Battling with someone of similar cultivation like Mu Tanlang had given him a deeper understanding of his own cultivation.

"Oh? Is that so?"

A strange smirk appeared on Mu Tanlang’s face. Huang Zhan Yuan’s heart trembled, not knowing what other cards Mu Tanlang might hold.

"Uncle Hu, please take action!"

As his words fell, a swift wind shot out from the woods, its speed several times faster than that of Huang Zhan Yuan and Mu Tanlang, with a cutting sound hidden within the gale.

A small, thin figure suddenly appeared above Huang Zhan Yuan. The previously calm Huang Zhan Yuan now looked shocked and hurriedly struck out with his palm, while the newcomer launched a punch from mid-air.

"Puh!"

The tremendous power hit Huang Zhan Yuan, making him spit blood and hurl backward, slamming heavily onto the ground.

"Grandpa!"

"Family Head!"

The four Great Elders and Huang Zhou’s eyes turned red as they simultaneously forced back their opponents and rushed towards Huang Zhan Yuan.

They helped Huang Zhan Yuan up, discovering his weakened breath and severe injuries, which shocked them. They hastily looked ahead.

A short and small figure, less than one and a half meters tall, stood laughing in front of Mu Tanlang, comical in appearance with a large head and stout feet, yet there was no one present who dared to laugh.

This dwarf had severely injured Huang Zhan Yuan with a single move, displaying intimidating strength.

Huang Zhan Yuan strained to lift his head. Once he saw the newcomer, his pupils shrank in fear: "Hu Qingtian?"

The four Great Elders of the Huang Family also shifted their gaze: "The Half-step War King Hu Qingtian?"

The dwarf chuckled upon hearing their words: "You have some keen eyes!"

His name was Hu Qingtian, a Half-step War King.

Despite being a dwarf by birth, he worked painstakingly to overcome his innate disadvantages, forcing one foot into the War King realm, becoming a terror in Jiangbei.

Mu Tanlang couldn’t help but laugh wildly: "Huang Zhan Yuan, you didn’t expect this, did you? I have a past with Uncle Hu, and with him here today, do you think you stand even a slightest chance?"

Huang Zhan Yuan’s heart was bitter, and Huang Zhou’s face turned terrified; the appearance of a Half-step War King had clearly tilted the balance of the battle in their opponents’ favor. Together, they wouldn’t be able to match Hu Qingtian.

Bei Yinyao’s pretty face turned pale. This dwarf’s emergence, directly making the venerable Grandpa Bai she always respected and admired vomit blood, showed that Huang Zhou and the others were simply no match for him.

Her heart instantly turned dark.

"Looks like I won’t escape death today!"

She looked at Ye Qingfeng, only able to see his back.

"It’s okay now, before dying, knowing his appearance and name, I can die without regret!"

Huang Zhan Yuan, a formidable master at the peak of War General level, now had a child-sized handprint on his chest, with even his chest sunken by half an inch.

Just now, Hu Qingtian struck from mid-air, his unique Half-step War King’s Spiritual Power extending outward, injuring him from tens of meters away without resistance, allowing him to realize the might of a Half-step War King.

The difference between the peak of War General and Half-step War King was but a slight margin, yet facing Hu Qingtian’s casual strike, even if he used all his strength, he would still end up gravely injured.

Huang Zhou gritted his teeth, extremely unwilling, but the fear in his heart couldn’t be stopped.

He had always thought himself talented enough to rank within the top hundred among Huaxia’s younger generation, but tonight, he realized what true power meant.

Even the strongest person he had ever seen, his grandfather, was easily heavily injured at the hands of Hu Qingtian—so what was his own strength worth? Like a weak, sick chicken.

He had no doubt Hu Qingtian could kill him with a single move.

"Mu Tanlang, I didn’t expect you could invite a Half-step War King expert!"

Huang Zhan Yuan coughed another mouthful of blood, his face turning even paler as he spoke with a bitter voice.

Hu Qingtian’s arrival was indeed the biggest twist of the night.

"Heh, Huang Zhan Yuan, I know of your relationship with that old coot from the Bei family. If it weren’t for dealing with you, I wouldn’t have requested Uncle Hu!"

Upon learning that Huang Zhan Yuan would be coming to assist, Mu Tanlang promptly found a way to contact Hu Qingtian.

With Hu Qingtian here, even if the entire Huang Family showed up, they wouldn’t be a match for him.

"Mr. Hu, you are a dignified Half-step War King expert—what worth does Mu Tanlang have to command you?"

Huang Zhan Yuan had no more cards to play at this point and could only stall with his words.

"I have my reasons, that’s all you need to know!"

Hu Qingtian’s oversized head bobbed lightly, appearing as if he might topple over at any moment.

Few in the Huaxia Martial Arts World knew, Mu Tanlang’s father and he were sworn brothers, and he regarded Mu Tanlang as a nephew.

It was precisely because of Hu Qingtian’s secret support that the Seven Kills achieved their current stature and scale, becoming one of Huaxia’s top assassin organizations.

"Huang Zhan Yuan!" Hu Qingtian stood with hands behind his back, looking comical, but he spoke clearly and slowly, "You have some repute in the Martial Arts World. I don’t want to make things difficult for you. As long as you and your people leave immediately, I will spare you!"

His voice was calm, as if killing Huang Zhan Yuan and the others was as simple as breathing.

Huang Zhan Yuan’s gaze was gravely intense, and Huang Zhou looked panic-stricken, watching his grandfather, but he dared not speak.