Chapter Fifteen: Yang Qing, the Steward Fourth Watch

  "The steward said, 'Third Master is back.' He spoke to a man in his forties who was sitting on a reclining chair."

  Yang Qing stood up immediately: "You said that waste has returned?"

  "Yes, housekeeper."

  "How dare you come back, harming my son! How dare you come back! If I don't make you die without a place to bury your body, then I'm not Yang Qing!" The chief steward Yang Qing slapped the table with one palm, and it instantly split into four or five pieces.

  Martial artist's great perfection, who would have thought that a small housekeeper, actually reached the martial artist's great perfection, only one step away from entering the realm of the Martial King.

  "Who's there." Yang Lei was originally in cultivation, but his senses were very sensitive. As long as it wasn't a Martial King realm, anyone below the Martial King who stepped into the small courtyard could be sensed by him.

  "Yang Qing?" Yang Lei's eyes snapped open. This Yang Qing was the father of Yang Xiong, whom he had beheaded that day, leaving no corpse behind. And on that day, he had come to his own small courtyard, so his suspicion was the greatest. Yang Lei also knew that Yang Qing would not let things go easily, and he hadn't expected him to arrive so quickly.

  "Great steward, what brings you here? Could it be for the sake of my meager monthly allowance? Such a trivial matter shouldn't disturb the great steward, I'm truly honored."

  "Yang Lei, you killed my son, today I will make you pay with your life."

  As soon as Yang Qing saw Yang Lei, he was filled with rage and hatred. The resentment of killing his son was too great to bear. Yang Xiong was his only son, although he was not talented, but he was his heart's flesh and blood. Now that he himself had lost the ability to have children, his son died tragically, how could he let it go? Even if the other party was the third son of King Wu, he couldn't stop his desire for revenge. What's more, Yang Lei was a useless person, an illegitimate child who was not favored by King Wu.

  "You dare to joke that your son is dead and come to me for revenge? How bold you are! I am the master, you are the slave. Do you want to deceive the master as a slave?" Yang Lei shouted loudly.

  "What a master, what a slave, relying on this waste, you still want to be the master." Looking at Yang Lei, Yang Qing hated him so much that he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood. "Come, kill him for me."

  Four underlings, suddenly a rush, these four underlings are not weak either, the worst has practiced Qi for nine layers, and the strongest has reached Wu Zhe fourth layer. In Yang Qing's view, Yang Lei, this waste, didn't have any room to resist, but the fact shocked him.

  Only Yang Lei was seen, one punch at a time, and the four men were knocked to the ground, wailing incessantly. One of them rolled over with his eyes turned white, already unconscious.

  "Aren't you... useless?"

  "Garbage, are you garbage?" Yang Lei coldly stared at him, "Get out, get out now, or don't blame me for being rude."

  Yang Lei really wanted to kill Yang Qing, but he was clear that this Yang Qing was the powerful dog of Mrs. Dongfang Caiyu, if he killed him now, trouble would increase, and his problems in the Yang family would be harder to deal with.

  "I didn't expect that, I didn't expect you to be hiding so deeply, and yet you took care of those four so easily. If I'm not mistaken, your cultivation should be at the level of Wu Zhe Da Yuan Man, right?" Yang Qing didn't show any fear, instead he walked closer, "But even if you've reached Wu Zhe Da Yuan Man, you're still going to die."

  "Has Master Yang reached the Great Perfection of Martial Arts?" Yang Lui was shocked and lost color, the Yang Qing in front of him had actually reached the realm of Great Perfection of Martial Arts. A small housekeeper was hiding so deeply. This must be a fierce battle, fortunately, he had already completed the Three Kills Unite, otherwise there would have been no chance of winning.

  "Hmph, I didn't expect it, our useless Third Young Master actually managed to see through my cultivation. Not bad, truly not bad. However, you still have to die at my hands. Who let you kill my son?" Yang Qing's eyes turned a deep red, and icy killing intent continuously emanated from his body.

  "A human in the demonic path?"

  Upon seeing this, Yang Lei involuntarily took a deep breath of cold air. This old guy was actually still a demonic cultivator, which made things troublesome. Originally, an ordinary martial artist who had reached the Great Circle would already give Yang Lei a headache, but he didn't expect that this guy was actually a demonic cultivator. These demonic cultivators were far more powerful than ordinary cultivators, and their combat strength was often more than twice that of ordinary warriors.

  That is to say, now Yang Lei has to face two powerful martial artists who have reached the peak of their skills. One of them had already made Yang Lei secretly suffer, and now he has to face two of them, which makes Yang Lei anxious and worried in his heart.

  "Death."

  Yang Qing's eyes flashed red light, and he punched out a strange fist. A black awn rushed straight to Yang Kuai's face.

  Yang Lei was greatly shocked and knew how formidable this black awn was. If he were hit by it, he would either die or be injured.

  "Wind and Clouds Slashing."

  Dodging the blow, the black awn hit Qiang and instantly disappeared. Yang Lei's forehead was suddenly covered in cold sweat.

  "Good move, I didn't think you could dodge my attack, but this is just the beginning." Yang Qing's right hand stretched out, resembling an eagle's claw, with his five fingers emitting a faint black aura.

  "Ghostly Claw of Darkness."

  "Damn it." Yang Lei only wanted to curse, this move was so strange and perverted. He quickly dodged his body, but still a little late, and was scratched by the air blade on his chest.

  Taking a deep breath, Feng Yin Jian gripped tightly in his hand, a glint of determination flashed across his eyes.

  "Triple kill, give me the last hit."

  A flash of white light, and all that was heard was a "plop" sound, Yang Qing was hit.

  Yang Lei let out a sigh of relief, thinking that this time he had finally hit his mark and even if the other person didn't die, they would at least be seriously injured.

  "Cough, cough... I didn't think so, I didn't think you'd actually hurt me, trash, haha, a genius is still trash after all. Who would have thought that everyone was wrong about you? But what's the use of being a genius if you're going to die here anyway? A peerless talent will be strangled in his cradle by me." Yang Qing stood up, Yang Lue's attack hadn't killed him, and there were bloodstains at the corner of his mouth. His face was twisted and terrifying.

  What kind of freak is this, Yang Lei looked at the despair, didn't expect his strongest move couldn't even knock him down, could it be that he's going to die here? If Bai Suzhen hadn't fallen asleep, with her Martial Saint realm, dealing with Yang Qing would be a piece of cake.

  Just as Yang Lei felt despair, a shout came: "Daring demon, how dare you be so presumptuous in the Weiwu Wangfu!"

  Yang Lei raised his eyes and saw a woman in purple clothes walking towards him with a fluttering pace.

  "Second sister."

  "Little brother, you're back." Yang Yue looked at Yang Wei, her eyes filled with surprise and delight.

  "En." Yang Lei nodded, "Let Er Jie worry about it."

  "Head Steward, how dare you! You're so bold, not only cultivating the demonic path's heart method, but also daring to defy authority." Yang Yue suddenly shouted in anger upon seeing that the demonic path's evil being was actually Head Steward Yang Qing.

  "Hah! Now that you've been exposed, both of you siblings will die!" Yang Qing licked his lips, revealing a sinister glint in his eyes.

  Yang Yue's face was solemn, and she blocked Yang Wei behind her. "Little brother, hide behind me, I'll deal with him."