The Death of Long Hui

I must say, while Long Hui is indeed a debauched young master, he also knows how to provoke his enemies and create opportunities for his own victory.

Each time he evades Yang Kai's attack, he taunts him with mocking words.

If it were someone else, they might have already been driven mad by his provocations.

Yang Kai also seems to be affected, with his eyes turning crimson and his aura fluctuating violently, clearly showing his agitation. However, a closer look reveals that his gaze remains resolute, and his determination to win has not wavered in the slightest despite the mockery.

After a fierce battle lasting the time of an incense stick, Yang Kai had attacked countless times but hadn't even grazed the corner of Long Hui's clothes.

Long Hui, parched from taunting, was inwardly astonished.

Logically, after such a prolonged fight, this kid should have been somewhat exhausted, but why has the power of each of his strikes not diminished? His energy reserves clearly shouldn't support such relentless attacks.

Long Hui's thoughts were correct; ordinarily, a typical Opening Origin Realm martial artist would be unable to sustain such an intense battle without showing signs of decline. But Yang Kai was clearly not an ordinary Opening Origin Realm martial artist. Engaging in a war of attrition with him was undoubtedly a mistake on Long Hui's part.

While pondering, Yang Kai struck again. Long Hui hastily dodged, but just as he stabilized his position, he suddenly heard a sizzling sound, and a scorching attack flew past his side.

Looking down, he saw a cut in his clothes. That attack had nearly wounded him.

"What a pity!" Yang Kai took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with excitement, yet betraying a calmness that was diametrically opposed to his outward demeanor. It was a highly contradictory expression, yet it blended together perfectly.

"How is this possible?" Long Hui's face changed drastically.

The previous attack had clearly been aimed at his landing position, indicating that his opponent had anticipated where he would land. If it weren't for his good fortune, he might have been injured.

But how could he have judged his landing position? Could it be that in just a short incense stick's time, Yang Kai had already seen through his Golden Rainbow Steps?

Impossible! His cultivation level was only Opening Origin Realm; his perception couldn't be that advanced.

"Next time, you'll be dead or severely injured!" Yang Kai said coldly, his tone unwavering.

"You're talking nonsense!" Long Hui shouted angrily. "Trying to scare me, you're still too inexperienced!"

Yang Kai said nothing, only attacking fiercely.

Fueled by anger, Long Hui no longer used his Golden Rainbow Steps to evade but instead met Yang Kai's attacks head-on with a punch.

With a resounding clash, Yang Kai remained unmovable, as steady as a mountain. Conversely, Long Hui felt a searing energy invade his fist, causing him to stagger backward.

With a howl, Long Hui dared not confront Yang Kai directly anymore. He swiftly used his Golden Rainbow Steps, attempting to create distance.

A sharp sound rang out as a drop of bright red liquid, like a bead, shot through the air and struck his right chest the moment Long Hui halted.

A wail erupted from Long Hui, his face turning pale with horror. He clutched his right chest, gasping as blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth. He exclaimed in disbelief, "Impossible, impossible, this can't be real!"

His Golden Rainbow Steps had indeed been seen through, with the attack landing precisely where he was about to land, leaving him unable to dodge.

Moreover, the attack was so overwhelming that it pierced through his high-grade defensive artifact and into his body. If not for his own energy blocking it, this strike alone would have surely penetrated his body.

"There is nothing impossible!" Yang Kai's expression remained cold as he advanced rapidly. Long Hui dared not stay, quickly fleeing towards Wen Feichen, shouting, "Master Wen, save me!"

Long Hui now appeared as a lost dog, stripped of the arrogance and composure he once had.

As soon as his feet landed, he felt a sharp pain in his back, causing him to fall heavily.

Before he could rise, a large foot pressed down on his neck, the weight like a mountain. Long Hui struggled on the ground but could not turn over.

"I am the grandson of Long Zhantian, the Blood War Gang's vice-leader. Spare me, and I will give you money, women—whatever you want. Killing me will bring no benefit to you, only enmity with my Long family," Long Hui begged, his eyes full of unparalleled hatred as he faced away from Yang Kai.

"Young Master Long!" Yang Kai took a deep breath. "Your screams are most unpleasing!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Brother Yang, if you don't like it, I won't scream!" Long Hui, under pressure, had no choice but to bow his head.

"Then keep quiet forever!" Yang Kai said, stamping his foot on Long Hui's head, crushing his face into the ground. He then crouched down and struck his cervical vertebra.

With a crisp snap, Long Hui's neck snapped, his wide eyes filled with terror and regret.

Holding Long Hui's lifeless body, Yang Kai stood up and quickly moved towards the other battlefield.

Moments later, Wen Feichen and Xia Ningchang's figures came into view.

At this moment, the two were evenly matched, neither yielding to the other!

One had their power sealed, and the other was injured with their energy not fully recovered, so they could not exert their full strength, and their techniques were reduced in effectiveness.

Nevertheless, the clash between such high-level experts was far more intense than any battle Yang Kai had experienced.

As he watched the fierce fight, Yang Kai knew that if he faced Wen Feichen alone, his chances of victory were slim. However, with Xia Ningchang's help, the odds were more favorable.

After observing for a while, Yang Kai formulated a plan. He advanced rapidly towards Wen Feichen, carrying Long Hui's body and shouting, "Master Wen, look who this is!"

Wen Feichen had long noticed Yang Kai but had not dared to divert his attention. Hearing this, he turned in surprise, only to be shocked, "Young Master Long!"

At this moment, Long Hui had a large wound in his chest, blood flowing freely. His neck was limp, as if the bones had been crushed, his head hanging lifelessly.

Long Hui was dead! Wen Feichen could scarcely believe his eyes. This young master, after all, was a First Layer Opening Origin Realm martial artist and had trained in several coveted martial skills, making him a formidable opponent.

Because Wen Feichen believed in Long Hui's strength, he had entrusted him to deal with Yang Kai alone. But now, how had he died?

This is disastrous! Wen Feichen lamented internally. While the deaths of other Blood War Gang members might be bearable, Long Hui's death could not be overlooked! If Long Zhantian, a master in the Divine Travel Realm, were to seek revenge, Wen Feichen would be unable to withstand it.