Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Ye Ling’s Strength

"Crack!"The crisp sound of breaking came from Ye Ling's hand.

Immediately after, the man's face turned pale, and he let out a scream of agony.

Clearly, Ye Ling had broken his wrist.

"Bang!"

Ye Ling curled his lips and, with a size 44 shoe, his foot lashed out fiercely.

The man's chest visibly caved in and he flew over ten meters before harshly hitting the ground, kicking up dust, then remained silent.

"Too weak."

Ye Ling clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying, "With this level of strength, you were also thinking of killing my wife? You're taking yourself too seriously."

Shen Yuexin stood by, somewhat stunned.

It wasn't Ye Ling's words that shocked her, but his strength.

She had guessed that Ye Ling was no ordinary man, but who could have thought he would be this strong?

He was frighteningly strong!

Meanwhile, Yuan Heng and his two companions were still moving toward them, dragging their severely injured bodies, and when they saw this scene, their mouths hung open in shock.

"Is this... could this guy be the legendary Houtian expert?"

"Impossible, right? Are there really Houtian experts on Earth?"

"If he isn't Houtian, how could he possess such terrifying speed?"

The three exchanged glances as Yuan Heng felt awkwardly like dying.

He had been full of disdain just moments before, and now he had been thoroughly slapped in the face.

The middle-aged strongman was frowning deeply, involuntarily stepping back a few paces and staring at Ye Ling.

"What is your name?"

"What's it to you?"

Ye Ling raised an eyebrow, "You're a man, and an extremely ugly one at that. Why should I tell you my name?"

"I really don't advise you to get involved in this mess, or else you're going to have endless trouble!" the middle-aged man threatened.

Ye Ling's feet stomped on the ground, as if he was a donkey.

But his speed was many times faster than any donkey's!

The strongman only felt that one second Ye Ling was ten meters away from him, but the next second, he felt his neck being grasped by a large hand and then violently hoisted up!

Everyone was stunned!

If they hadn't seen it clearly before, they were seeing it clearly now.

For a moment, they actually saw two Ye Lings!

One stood in front of Shen Yuexin, and the other in front of the middle-aged strongman!

Because the one standing in front of Shen Yuexin was clearly an afterimage!

"Holy shit, an afterimage?!"

Yuan Heng's eyes bulged in disbelief, "Damn, only when you surpass the speed of wind do afterimages appear. This guy..."

As he watched Ye Ling pick the strongman up, he didn't know what to say.

At the same time, he deeply understood that Ye Ling's strength had definitely reached the Houtian level.

Without being Houtian, one couldn't have such speed!

"Are you threatening me?"

Ye Ling held the man aloft, his gaze icy as he coldly spoke.

The middle-aged man was almost breathless, the scar on his forehead turned redder, and the veins on his forehead swelled due to the lack of air.

"Let him go!"

The other two shouted at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling glanced at them indifferently and said, "You'd better shut up, or else, I'll show you why the flowers are so red."

Upon hearing this, the two opened their mouths as if they wanted to say something.

But under Ye Ling's icy gaze, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Hey, big brother, I'm talking to you."

Ye Ling's palm tightened again, "Are you threatening me?"

The middle-aged man's body twitched violently, as if he might pass out from suffocation at any moment.

At the same time, in his mind, he cursed all of Ye Ling's ancestors.

I'm already in your hands, what difference does it make if I threaten you or not?

"Brother, don't kill him yet, ask who sent him here," Yuan Heng shouted.

Ye Ling paused, then with sudden force, threw the middle-aged man onto the ground with a thud.

"Speak?"

The middle-aged man breathed heavily, only now realizing how fresh the air was.

After a moment, he recovered and said through gritted teeth, "I will not tell you..."

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Ling's foot kicked him more than ten meters away.

Yuan Heng and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths.

This guy, isn't he a bit too ruthless?

"It doesn't matter to me if you don't want to talk, but I will show you exactly how the word 'cruel' is written."

Ye Ling said calmly, then walked over to the middle-aged man again.

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to speak, Ye Ling drew a dagger from his waist. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Immeditely, he grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and stabbed the dagger in fiercely!

"Ahh!!"

A piercing scream erupted.

The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, his fist about to strike at Ye Ling.

But his strength, how could it compare to Ye Ling's? At best, he was only on par with Yuan Heng.

And although Yuan Heng's strength surpassed human limits, he hadn't reached the Houtian level.

Ye Ling caught the middle-aged man's fist with ease, his palm formed a blade, and True Qi filled the air, instantly severing his fist.

The severed area was exceptionally smooth, and blood spurted wildly.

Compared to a dagger, Ye Ling's True Qi was countless times sharper.

"Ahh!!"

Another scream came from the middle-aged man's mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

Ye Ling pulled out the dagger, calmly stating, "I'll give you another chance. If you still don't want to talk, I'll use this dagger to stab in from your wrist. That feeling, well, you wouldn't want to know, right?"

Hearing this, even Yuan Heng and the others shuddered violently.

Perhaps some people are not afraid of death, but absolutely no one is unafraid of torture.

The middle-aged man's fist had already been cut off, and the thought of being stabbed there again was excruciating just to imagine.

"Shoo shoo!"

Just then, the other two suddenly rushed forward, each brandishing a long knife that seemingly appeared out of nowhere in their hands.

The speed of these two was extremely fast; not even 10 special forces soldiers in close combat could be their match.

But daring to attack Ye Ling was clearly an act of seeking death.

"Quite bold."

Seeing the two charging at him, Ye Ling slowly stood up, and at the moment the long knife was about to strike him, he suddenly moved!

No one saw clearly how Ye Ling made his move, only he himself knew, within that brief second, he burst one man's head with a punch, then snatched the long knife from the man's hand and turned to strike!

"Swish!"

Blood immediately splattered across the sky.

A head traced a beautiful arc through the air, eventually landing on the ground.