Chapter 109: Ye Qingfeng on the Verge of Death
Shen Wuxiao stood by the window, looking down at Ye Qingfeng, no longer in the mood to play games. He had already gotten what he wanted. The higher-ups had sent people to support Ye Qingfeng in killing him, and now those people had been defeated and crippled—clear proof of their betrayal.
As long as Ye Qingfeng was handed over to the Shen family, the mastermind behind everything wouldn’t live to see another day. Even the one backing that boss would have to bow down and apologize to the Shen family.
Things had reached a conclusion. Ye Qingfeng no longer held any value—it was time to end it. Time to say goodbye.
Shen Wuxiao turned to the unconscious eighth-rank master lying on the ground. Without hesitation, he raised his foot and stomped on the man’s neck, killing him instantly.
Then, without a word, he returned to the windowsill and leapt out.
Of course, Shen Wuxiao wasn’t reckless enough to land directly. Though he had the strength to survive it, risking his life for no reason was foolish. As he fell, he hooked the window ledge with his hand, buffering the descent. Grabbing onto protruding edges every few floors, he made his way down in less than ten seconds.
When he reached the fifth or sixth floor, he jumped and landed steadily on the ground.
By then, Ye Qingfeng was still staggering forward, barely holding himself together. His body was broken, both physically and mentally. The beating he received a few days ago had already left him seriously injured, and today’s battle had sealed his fate. He was running on nothing but sheer willpower now.
Above, Jiang Huaiyue was about to follow Shen Wuxiao down through the window. Just then, she saw Huang Luoyan rush out of the ward and disappear. Ignoring her, Jiang Huaiyue jumped down as well, using a few floors to cushion her descent.
She landed safely and ran over to Shen Wuxiao. “He’s done for. Just hanging on by a thread,” she said, her voice cold.
Jiang Huaiyue could clearly see the changes in Ye Qingfeng. His forehead was dark, and his face was filled with a sickly aura.
It was the face of someone about to die.
“He’ll die, but if someone saves him now, he might live. And look—his rescuer is already here.”
Shen Wuxiao spoke calmly and pointed into the distance. Jiang Huaiyue followed his gaze and saw a group of people approaching.
They were Ye Qingfeng’s reinforcements.
Their expressions were serious, and they came straight for him.
“If anyone dares to touch him today,” Shen Wuxiao said coldly, “then tomorrow, their entire family won’t live to see the sunrise.”
The words sent a chill down everyone’s spine.
None of them dared to move.
One of the leaders stepped forward and said, “We’re under orders to take him away. Don’t block us!”
Shen Wuxiao sneered. “I’m not stopping you. Go ahead—take him.”
But no one moved.
His presence was too terrifying.
“Please… take my child… save her…” Ye Qingfeng spoke through clenched teeth, his voice weak and hoarse.
The leader frowned as he watched Ye Qingfeng humbled like this. He turned toward Shen Wuxiao.
If Shen Wuxiao didn’t move aside, there was nothing they could do. The man standing before them was clearly a top-tier master.
“Do you know who we work for?” the leader asked, his tone turning sharp.
Shen Wuxiao didn’t respond with words. Instead, he lifted his leg and kicked Ye Qingfeng in the knee, forcing him to the ground.
Then he looked up at the rescuers.
“Li Youcai is nothing but a dog. Do you really think he’s someone important? You think he can protect the person I, Shen Wuxiao, want to kill?”
The leader’s expression changed.
How did this man know their boss’s name?
And he even called him a dog?
Stunned, the leader stepped back and made a phone call.
As soon as the call connected, a deep voice came through. “Did you take him?”
“Boss… No. Someone’s blocking the way…”
“You useless idiot! Do I need to teach you how to do everything?”
The leader sounded embarrassed. “Boss, he… he mentioned your name. He called you a… dog…”
The line went silent.
“…Boss?”
“…Boss, are you there?”
Suddenly, the voice on the other end roared, “You morons! Get out of there! Now! Leave immediately!”
The leader was startled. “But what about Ye Qingfeng—”
“Who the hell is Ye Qingfeng?! I don’t know him! Get out of there now!”
“Yes, Boss!” the leader answered quickly.
He didn’t even dare look back. All of them ran off without hesitation.
“Take my child… Please, take my child…” Ye Qingfeng watched them flee and felt a crushing wave of despair.
He couldn’t hold on anymore.
If no one took the child away, Tuantuan would die too.
He could feel her pulse weakening in his arms. He had killed his own daughter.
The guilt nearly broke him.
Once known as the proud Mad Dragon God of War, he now looked like a beaten dog.
Abandoned by those who once stood behind him, his life was truly over.
“Wu Xiao, are we just letting them leave?” Jiang Huaiyue asked, her sword tightening in her grip.
“Let them go?” Shen Wuxiao laughed. “My Yue’er, do you really think I’m that petty?”
“I just don’t feel like dealing with them. But tomorrow, they won’t be in this world anymore.”
Jiang Huaiyue said nothing more.
She knew anyone who had tried to kill Shen Wuxiao didn’t deserve to live.
Shen Wuxiao looked down at Ye Qingfeng.
“Mr. Ye, it’s time.”
He pulled out his phone and sent a message.
Then he raised his hand, and the Deadly Judge’s Pen appeared. The silver pen gleamed coldly, its sharp tip flashing with deadly light—just like Shen Wuxiao himself.
Ye Qingfeng knew there was no escape.
And he had nothing left to live for.
It was time to join his fallen brothers.
Life was unpredictable. Who would have thought he’d die just two days after returning?
Tomorrow and accidents—accidents always came first.
His pride, his dignity—they were all shattered.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself up.
Then, with a thud, he dropped to his knees before Shen Wuxiao.
“Shen Wuxiao… Young Master Shen… Master Shen… I, Ye Qingfeng… admit defeat. I’m willing to die, but please… save my child. She’s innocent…”
[Ding! Ye Qingfeng has reached the end of his life. He gave up his dignity. Points +50,000]
At that moment, Huang Luoyan came rushing over.
When she saw Tuantuan in Ye Qingfeng’s arms, pale and unconscious, her legs gave out.
She stumbled forward and snatched Tuantuan from his arms.
When she saw how lifeless Tuantuan looked, she almost fainted.
Jiang Huaiyue moved quickly to catch her and keep her steady.
Ye Qingfeng looked at Huang Luoyan and kowtowed deeply.
“Thank you for the past five years… I have no way to repay your kindness…”
“Shut up!” Huang Luoyan snapped.
She looked like she wanted to slap him, but she didn’t. All she could think about was Tuantuan’s safety. Her eyes turned to Shen Wuxiao, full of hope.
Maybe… just maybe… only this man could save Tuantuan.
But Shen Wuxiao waved his hand dismissively.
“Don’t look at me. I’m not a god. Look at her—she’s already like that. What can I do?”
“Should we take her to Anle…” Jiang Huaiyue said calmly.
She looked at Huang Luoyan and added, “Miss Huang, we’re not obligated to save anyone. But we can talk about it. For now, step aside—we have personal matters to deal with.”