Embroidered Uniform Guard: I Can Plunder Talents

In reality.

It wasn’t that Zhao Xingjin was cowardly, or that he was overthinking and afraid to make a move.

It was more that Zhao Xingjin had a strange feeling.

It felt as though if they acted today, a huge disaster would befall the Zhao family.

So, up until now.

Zhao Xingjin just wanted to settle this matter quietly—if he could avoid a fight, that was for the best.

Unfortunately.

Zhao Xingjin’s idea wasn’t bad, but Ye Liuyun was never someone to let others threaten him.

Hearing Zhao Xingjin’s words,

and looking at all these Martial Artists around, Ye Liuyun didn’t panic at all.

On the contrary, he grinned widely.

"Attack!"

Bullshit? The thing Ye Liuyun hated most was pointless chatter.

You won’t hand over the person? Fine, then you can all just go die!

"Yes, Boss!"

Si Nan, Shi Sheng, and the others had been waiting for Ye Liuyun’s order for a while.

They knew exactly what kind of person their boss was.

None of them thought Ye Liuyun would compromise—it was obvious things would end in a fight, so they’d long since gotten ready.

Now, hearing Ye Liuyun’s command, not hesitating in the slightest, they charged at the Martial Artists like tigers among sheep!

"Shit!"

"Kill them!"

"Hurry, kill!"

These people were clearly startled—never mind their grandstanding just moments before.

But sweeping his gaze over them, Ye Liuyun saw the strongest among them was only First-class Martial Artist level. There were two or three in the Postnatal Realm, but their auras were unstable.

Obviously, they had only just broken through.

And not from proper cultivation—they’d just relied on Pills to get there. With Postnatal strength like that, they couldn’t even beat Si Nan, not to mention Shi Sheng or Jiang Jing!

By the time they realized what was happening,

they tried to resist, but it was already too late.

"Die!"

The tip of the spear gleamed red.

Jiang Jing’s figure leapt into the air.

The spear in his hand spun up a swirling cyclone of Inner Strength, and with a sharp whistling sound, Jiang Jing threw the spear into the crowd.

The spear shot through them like a falling meteor.

In the blink of an eye, a row of Martial Artists vanished—nothing left behind, not even bones.

"Tch!"

"Show-off!"

Seeing this scene, Si Nan and Shi Sheng both let out sighs at the same time!

Then they exchanged a look, rolled their eyes, and kept on fighting.

"What the—!"

This scene,

made those still gearing up to fight freeze where they stood.

Their weapons in hand—couldn’t move forward, but couldn’t just stand down.

It’s true they’d accepted favors from the Zhao family, and agreed to step in for them.

But—

They were only supposed to fight, not die for the Zhao family.

The way things looked, if they started fighting for real, who would survive?

They’d probably end up like the ones before—dead in an instant, nothing left.

"No—I’m done! I’m not fighting!"

"I don’t care about any Pills, I just want to live!"

"Help! Somebody help!"

...

It hadn’t even been long, but the ones who were just cocky, hoping to step on the Embroidered Uniform Guard for status, all went quiet at once.

They started panicking and running for their lives, not daring to fight the Embroidered Uniform Guard anymore.

But—

Those people could run, but the Zhao family’s people had nowhere to go.

They wanted to stop them, but it was already too late.

"Relax, not a single one’s getting away!"

Since you’ve picked up the knife, you’d better be ready to bleed.

If you want to kill, you’d better be ready to die. Isn’t that how the world works?

Ye Liuyun smiled faintly.

Meanwhile, Jiang Jing flashed over, grabbed the spear he’d just thrown, and charged back into the crowd again.

To avoid Jiang Jing hogging all the limelight,

Si Nan and Shi Sheng also picked up the pace.

"Innate Perfection!"

Zhao Xingjin’s eyes locked on Jiang Jing.

It was now obvious Jiang Jing had reached Innate Perfection.

If his men were all Innate Perfection, then just what was their leader’s level?

At this, Zhao Xingjin’s eyes narrowed as he slowly turned to look at Ye Liuyun.

At the same time—

Ye Liuyun was staring at Zhao Xingjin, and when he saw Zhao Xingjin’s gaze shift, he grinned right back.

...

The ominous feeling in Zhao Xingjin’s heart grew even stronger!

He’d been careless!

Zhao Xingjin suddenly realized that, even now, he didn’t know this Embroidered Uniform Guard’s name or who he really was!

"Who the hell are you?"

To have a Martial Artist at Innate Perfection and so many experts as subordinates, this guy was definitely no nobody.

"Asking that now—don’t you think it’s a bit late?"

Tilting his head, glancing at Zhao Xingjin’s state, Ye Liuyun couldn’t help but laugh.

He had no intention of explaining further.

He just waved his hand and gave an order to the Embroidered Uniform Guard behind him.

"Do it!"

With Ye Liuyun’s order,

over a hundred Embroidered Uniform Guards behind him drew their blades in unison.

The Martial Artists might be able to run, but just where could these Zhao family brats go?