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Seeing that the Undead King was stronger than he imagined, Xue Yang laughed instead of getting angry.

"Good, good, good. Only an opponent like you can excite me!"

Undead King's expression also suddenly changed, as he had actually forgotten that Xue Yang's Blue and Purple swords could change in size.

The Blue and Purple swords smashed onto the black shield heavily.

"Boom!"

The speed of Undead King's descent became even faster, her entire body smashed into the ground heavily. The black mist instantly dispersed layer by layer, and only the last layer was barely able to withstand the attack. However, Undead King's body was also smashed into the ground, and only his head leaked out.

"Yellow Dragon Fist!"

If this fist were to come down, Undead King's head would be smashed into pieces no matter what.

Undead King knew about this, of course.

Xue Yang and Li Yan were also aware of this matter.

However, what the Undead King did not know was that he would not die, but rather, win.

Yet Xue Yang and Li Yan knew that Xue Yang was definitely going to lose.

Of course, Xue Yang didn't really lose, he had faked it.

Xue Yang charged straight down, smashing onto the last layer of mist on the black shield. Just as the mist was about to dissipate and smash Undead King's head to pieces, the mist essence seemed to have produced a huge elasticity that directly sent Xue Yang's body flying.

Everyone knew that this black shield was a trap set by the Undead King, but they didn't know that Xue Yang had done it on purpose.

Although the Undead King was a little confused, he wouldn't let go of such a great opportunity.

Swoosh.

The Undead King broke out of the earth, shot up to the sky, and directly appeared behind Xue Yang as he punched Xue Yang in the back.

Xue Yang's entire person fell like an arrow into the depths of the mountain range.

"Bam!"

Xue Yang's body accurately smashed into the swift river.

The Undead King took the opportunity to give chase, and was about to kill Xue Yang, but he could not find any trace of Xue Yang.

"He must have fallen into a rock and died. Now, his body has been washed away by the torrent..."

The Undead King laughed out loud, but before he even had the chance to feel proud, Li Yan had already flashed out like lightning and cut off his head.

… ….

The Evil Tribe's headquarters in China was uprooted, and the werewolves' leader, the blood dukes, and the Undead King all perished.

The rest of the minions were all taken in one fell swoop.

The [A] Class special forces of the dragon-group had rendered a great service to the country.

The only thing worth mentioning was that Xue Yang, the one who had contributed the most and the one who had the most in this mission, codenamed number eleven, had died in battle.

His strength was washed into the river, and his death was gone.

The country specially transferred Xue Yang's information to the category of martyr, adding a first class achievement.

The Paladin originally had a lot of prejudice against Xue Yang, but now he could only sigh.

Dust to dust, soil to dust. Xue Yang had sacrificed his life for his country.

Huang Kong was also depressed for a long time and did not eat for an entire day and night.

When someone asked him why he felt so sad for Xue Yang's death, he said: "The Sword Management Terrace's descendants have all withered, and now, a person with such an exquisite Imperial Sword Technique has finally died just like that. It's such a pity, it's too lamentable."

Everyone couldn't help but sigh, thinking that this matter was too much of a pity.

Based on Xue Yang's performance in the [A] class special forces and his cave, everyone thought that he already possessed the qualifications to enter the [S] class.

This was because he already possessed the qualifications and strength to challenge Undead King, Duke Xie Clan and the leader of werewolf.

But he was dead.

How could it not be a pity?

The head of the dragon-group and the rest of the Chief of Service all came out to mourn Xue Yang's death.

Nezha also caused Yang Hu to feel a bit soulless, because Xue Yang had saved his life.

If not for Xue Yang, he would have been killed by the werewolf leader's punch.

Therefore, on the day of Xue Yang's death, Yang Hu had already sent a message to the [A] Class special guard: From now on, the deceased are dead, whoever dares to speak even the slightest bad about Xue Yang or show the slightest disrespect to him, he will personally stab that person.

If one were to say which of the [A] Class special forces or the entire dragon-group was the calmest, in truth, they were not outsiders.

Li Yan, Second Master and Ninth Prince were the calmest.

Although their faces were filled with grief and sorrow, they knew clearly that Xue Yang's death was not real. He had purposely flowed into the river.

But what made them sigh with emotion was that they had reneged on their promise.

Originally, Xue Yang meant that after he died, the news of his death would only be spread around the [A] Class and above circles in the dragon-group, because he didn't want his family and friends to be sad after finding out about this.

However, the three of them suddenly realized that this was not something they could control.

Of course they could cover it up, but it would raise the suspicion of the traitor.

They still didn't know who the traitor was, so they naturally didn't dare to rashly do such a thing.

Therefore, Xue Yang could only "sacrifice his life" for justice.

The news of Xue Yang's death had finally spread out.

As a member of the dragon-group, Leng Shan still had some connections, hence she knew about this matter even earlier.

When Leng Shan found out about this, she was at the orphanage accompanying the children who were sick but lacked the money to treat them.

She had always been an extremely beautiful woman with a cold exterior and a kind heart.

When Leng Shan saw the messages on the satellite phone, he couldn't hear what the children were saying. His mind was completely blank.

"This …"

Leng Shan would never have thought that Xue Yang would actually die.

No matter when he was happy, he was always smiling. He seemed mature, but in reality, he was just a boy. Yet, he was dead.

Leng Shan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Leng Shan's face instantly turned as pale as snow.

Leng Shan thought that what Xue Yang was about to do was very dangerous, but he never thought that Xue Yang would die.

As a secret service agent, Leng Shan instantly thought of something. Xue Yang might have touched someone's interests and been killed, but it was not because he died fighting with someone from the undead race, so he had always felt that a person like Xue Yang would never die on the battlefield.

Because if there was no conspiracy, the strong him would definitely be able to move forward bravely, and gods and buddhas would not be able to stop him.

But he had been fooled to death.

Leng Shan instantly stood up.

Although Leng Shan never told his thoughts to others, she knew it very well.

She naturally knew what she was thinking about Xue Yang.

She raised her eyebrows and lifted the tip of her nose.

She was a little regretful, because when Bai Wu kicked him out of the group, she did not stop him.

After that, Xue Yang saved them, but she did not say thanks.

She suddenly felt that she had lost too much money, Xue Yang.

She felt she should do something.

After getting up, she threw down her volunteer hat, took off her nurse's uniform, and put on her warrior uniform.

Although she was already dead for the [A] Class Special Guard, she was still alive, wasn't she?

Xue Yang said that he would investigate the truth and find out who the real traitor was.

But now that Xue Yang was dead, she continued to handle Xue Yang's situation.

No matter how many years she had concealed herself, no matter what price she had to pay, she would definitely find Xue Yang's real enemy.

She would never believe that Xue Yang died under the hands of the Undead King.

That was something impossible, right? At least, it was so for Xue Yang.

… ….

Other than Leng Shan, the news quickly spread to different people's ears.

Because Xue Yang was also a shareholder in the Deep Sea Group, Yang Yali received this news.

When Yang Yali heard this news, she was in a meeting, and it was a very important meeting of the shareholders.

This kind of meeting should not have any accidents in the first place, and even more so, it should not be interrupted, but Yang Yali had deliberately cut it off.

Yang Yali said solemnly: "The meeting has ended."

She had only said these four words before she walked into her own office, ignoring the shocked and astonished gazes of others.

Yang Yali went into her own office, her assistant naturally following behind him.

Yang Yali did not speak, nor did her assistant.

After remaining quiet for a while, Yang Yali said in a heavy voice, "From now on, all of the large ships in the Deep Sea Group will dive into the ocean. Even if there is only a sliver of hope, we must definitely fish out Xue Yang's corpse. If he is dead, I want to see his corpse. Even if I have to sell all my shares, I must find Xue Yang. As long as we do not find Xue Yang's corpse, he will not die for a day, do you understand? "

When the assistant left the room, Yang Yali, who was tensed up all this time, suddenly slumped down onto the sofa.

That's right, she seemed to have no strength left in her at all as she lay limp on the sofa like a pile of mud. If the sofa had been any softer, she would have sunk into it.

At this moment, this strong woman, this strong woman who had never been defeated no matter what pressure she faced, had completely collapsed.

Women are strong to the extreme, or soft to the extreme. Those who are soft will often cry, but those who are strong to the extreme, once they collapse, do you know what will happen to them?

Yang Yali's face was expressionless, but her tears could not be stopped.

This was very unsightly.

But Yang Yali did not care.

She cried as if she couldn't bear it any longer, and her calm face finally collapsed.

She curled up on the sofa, her tears wetting the seat to the north.

She was curled up in a corner of the sofa, crying like a child who has lost something she loved.

This was the only time in her life she had cried like this, when her father had left.

Although Yang Yali was confident and overbearing when facing her assistant, as long as she could not find Xue Yang's corpse, Xue Yang would not die, but how could she not know that this hope was so slim?

How was it possible to find Xue Yang?

How could a corpse be found in this endless sea?

No matter how much money she used, it was impossible for her to do it.

Moreover, if a person died, they would be dead. It wasn't as if they were alive just because they couldn't find the body.

Yang Yali was smarter than anyone, and she understood this logic better than anyone.

So she cried the most.

She hadn't left the office all day because she'd been crying.