?22: Chapter 22 Decisive Killing 22: Chapter 22 Decisive Killing A waning moon hung in the sky, Tian Yu, casting silvery moonlight down, which in turn bathed Ye Xuan as if he was an Immortal under the moon.

    Facing the moonlight and treading the snow-covered ground, Ye Xuan walked leisurely, his expression serene, with no ripple of emotion in his eyes for the severely injured Liu Jundie and the others; they failed to stir the slightest turbulence in his heart.

    Heartlessness of the Six Desires, merciless extermination—that was always Ye Xuan’s style.

    Yet today, in dealing with the likes of Liu Jundie, Ye Xuan had shown restraint, it wasn’t that he had grown soft-hearted, but there were certain things better left not pushed to the end.

    Although he was a cultivator and also known as the Undying Venerable, believing in the supremacy of the powerful, he was likewise a son of Xia Country.

    The land had nurtured him, and he had no desire to stand opposed to Xia Country.

    Today, Ye Xuan had revealed a hint of his power, a message to the Superiors handling the Wu’an Office that he, Ye Xuan, was no ordinary man and not to be fettered by any set of rules.

    Should the other party grasp the meaning behind Ye Xuan’s actions, all would be well and peaceful.

    However, if the other party was oblivious to advancing and retreating properly and insisted on targeting him, then Ye Xuan wouldn’t hesitate to resort to thunderous means to teach some people the true meaning of fear.

    ...

    The Clove Tower, Beichuan Group.

    Wu Jun leaned back on the sofa, his face looking rather unsightly.

    A dozen subordinates stood to the side, each not daring to take a deep breath for fear of provoking Wu Jun’s ire.

    “Boss, Li Zongshan just called to ask how things are going on your end,” one of the subordinates tentatively spoke out to Wu Jun.

    “Tell him that the Wu’an Office has gotten involved.

    If he wants Ye Xuan dead, let him do it himself,” Wu Jun’s face was grim, his voice colder than ice.

    “And...

    about the one billion Xia Country Coins deposit we received from Li Zongshan, do we need to return it to him?”

    Bang!

    Wu Jun raised his hand and with a slap sent the man flying out, his suppressed anger finally erupting.

    “When have I ever returned the money I’ve received?”

    “Damn it, now that the Wu’an Office is meddling in this, they are sure to mark me.

    Let that mere one billion Xia Country Coins compensate for my loss,” he paced back and forth, his expression extraordinarily dark, the Wu’an Office’s interference leaving him feeling extremely unsettled.

    “No, I need to call big brother, only then can everything be foolproof.” Wu Jun muttered to himself before summoning a subordinate, “Go get my phone.”

    As Wu Jun’s voice fell, a bizarre event unfolded—his dozen or so subordinates did not move an inch, seemingly turned into puppets.

    This enraged Wu Jun even more as he shouted, “Have you all gone stupid, bring me the phone...!”

    “Huh?”

    Suddenly, Wu Jun’s face changed, and the words he was speaking could no longer continue.

    His eyes widened in shock, and vast amounts of cold sweat emerged on his forehead.

    What did he see?

    A dozen subordinates, their eyes void of life, a trickle of blood spraying from their necks.

    As these subordinates collapsed helplessly to the floor, the entire conference room became filled with an intense stench of blood.

    Buzz!

    The void resonated and ripples spread, a figure stepped out from the emptiness, the look in his eyes toward Wu Jun was filled with a trace of amusement.

    Thump, thump, thump!

    A chill ran down his spine as though he had plunged into an abyss.

    When Wu Jun clearly saw the face of the person before him, his eyes bulged with extreme terror, and he staggered backward, only to trip and fall to the ground.

    “It...

    it’s you...

    How could it be you...?”

    Wu Jun’s lips turned pale, his face ashen as if he had been scared witless on the spot, his dignity as an Ancient Martial Artist completely gone.

    It was no wonder Wu Jun reacted this way.

    Ye Xuan’s entrance was horrifyingly dramatic.

    In Wu Jun’s understanding, even an Ancient Martial Grandmaster couldn’t just appear out of thin air, yet Ye Xuan floated above the ground, his body radiating streaks of blood-red light.

    This was no Ancient Martial Artist, but an unknown entity.

    “You...

    you are not an Ancient Martial Artist...

    No...

    that’s a superpower...?

    No...

    not...

    Could it be that you are...?” Wu Jun trembled as he spoke, seemingly out of his wits, as an ancient legend surfaced in his mind.

    Legends of old.

    In that distant past, people could move mountains and seas, even fly through the skies and burrow into the earth.

    Such beings were collectively referred to by mortals as Cultivators.

    They transcended common folk and could roam freely between Heaven and Earth, with the power to destroy both Heaven and Earth at a whim.

    Legends were just that, with no one able to prove their truth.

    Yet such legends persisted in the world.

    At this moment, Wu Jun was absolutely certain that the figure before him, Ye Xuan, might just be someone from those legends.

    “I once said that you couldn’t escape.

    You can leave this life peacefully.” Ye Xuan paid no mind to Wu Jun’s thoughts, striding through the void.

    With a lift of his hand, a nebulous blood light blossomed around him, as if to extinguish Wu Jun’s life in the next moment.

    Even an ant clings to life, let alone Wu Jun?

    As the terror of death encroached, Wu Jun suddenly snapped back to reality.

    His face turned ghostly white as he knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing to Ye Xuan, pleading, “Immortal...

    please don’t kill me...

    I have money...

    lots of money...

    I beg the Immortal to spare my life.”

    “Oh?”

    The blood light around Ye Xuan faded, the murderous intent vanished, and a touch of amusement filled his eyes, which kindled a spark of hope in Wu Jun’s expression.

    Wu Jun quickly opened his safe, and a black Golden Card appeared in his hand, revealing a great pain in his eyes.

    Yet, faced with the choice between life and money, he chose his own life.

    “Immortal...

    this Supreme Black Card contains five hundred million Xia Country Coins, the password is 654123.

    Please, Immortal, accept it,” Wu Jun said, directly handing the card to Ye Xuan.

    Upon seeing Ye Xuan accept the Supreme Black Card, Wu Jun’s heart, which had hung in suspense, relaxed, feeling his life might have been spared.

    “Immortal...”

    Hiss!

    Before Wu Jun could speak further, a cold light suddenly flashed across his eyes, and a chilling sensation appeared at his throat.

    Wu Jun looked astonished, slowly bringing his hand to his neck, but the blood wouldn’t stop spurting from his throat.

    “Why...

    why?” With his final breath, Wu Jun fixated on Ye Xuan, his eyes filled with tremendous unwillingness to die.

    “I’ve never promised to spare your life, but for the sake of this money, I’ll leave you with an intact corpse.

    You can die in peace now.”

    A streak of sword light faded from Ye Xuan’s fingertip, his voice cold and merciless, not even deigning to glance at Wu Jun again as he vanished from the conference room.

    Thud!

    With Ye Xuan gone, Wu Jun, clutching at his throat with full-hearted resentment, slumped to the floor a cold corpse, his eyes wide open in death, showing how unwilling he was to leave this world.

    Ye Xuan knew well the adage that weeds regrow with the spring breeze if the roots are not removed.

    From the moment Wu Jun had kidnapped Xia Qiu, his death had been sealed.

    Ye Xuan was someone who hated trouble, and all trouble originated from people.

    To nip trouble in the bud and completely eradicate it, that was the principle Ye Xuan lived by.

    Because only the dead cannot cause further chaos.