The King of Beishan and Ye Kunlun had no prior acquaintance. His attendance at the memorial service was solely to ascertain the intentions of the King of Hanshan.
After all, among the Four Kings of the capital, the King of Hanshan was considered the most intelligent and sophisticated.
“Get lost, you loudmouth!”
Ye Kunlun showed no deference to the King of Beishan, coldly ordering him away.
The King of Beishan was taken aback, not expecting Ye Kunlun to be even more arrogant than he imagined.
He had merely spoken loudly, yet Ye Kunlun had unceremoniously reprimanded him in front of many people.
The King of Beishan felt his face was somewhat disgraced.
“Ye Kunlun, I’ve come to pay my respects, and this is how you treat me?” the King of Beishan asked, frowning and looking coldly at Ye Kunlun.
Ye Kunlun’s expression remained unchanged, “If you don’t want to be here, then leave!”
“Seventh Brother!” The King of Hanshan, fearing a confrontation between them, quickly intervened to mediate, “We are here today to mourn Blood Hand Wuchang. Say less.”
The King of Beishan frowned, let out a snort, and ceased speaking.
Subsequently, the King of Hanshan led the King of Beishan into the Wujian Prison to be seated.
“Eighth Brother, why are you pulling me along? This person…”
The King of Beishan’s face held a hint of coldness.
“Enough,” the King of Hanshan interrupted him, “The deceased are paramount. We can discuss other matters later!”
“I still wanted to give him a taste of my power,” the King of Beishan said, somewhat displeased.
The King of Hanshan frowned and said sternly, “Seventh Brother, if you came here to pay respects just to intimidate Ye Kunlun, I advise you to abandon that thought.”
“What? He could destroy the Changsun family, but can he destroy our royal families?”
The King of Beishan replied with obvious annoyance.
The King of Hanshan was surprised by the King of Beishan’s lack of foresight and said coldly, “Seventh Brother, while he may not be able to destroy the royal families, he can certainly destroy you!”
The King of Beishan shivered, opened his mouth, but said nothing.
***
Guests were being seated one after another.
The King of Baishan and the King of Heishan also arrived.
Given the King of Baishan’s temperament, he surprisingly did not cause trouble, sitting beside the King of Hanshan and the King of Beishan with the King of Heishan.
“Brothers, why didn’t you greet your younger brother?” the King of Baishan asked the King of Hanshan and the King of Beishan, his tone unfriendly.
“You’ll have to ask Eighth Brother about that,” the King of Beishan replied coldly.
The King of Hanshan had anticipated the King of Baishan’s question and calmly replied, “Since we received the obituary, it is only proper to come and pay our respects.”
“Hmph!”
The King of Baishan fell silent, clearly displeased with the King of Hanshan’s answer.
“The Sui family, Ji family, Yan family, and Yuchi family have arrived!”
The four Kings and the gathered crowd turned their gaze towards the entrance.
Sui Yan was the first to alight from the vehicle, followed by Ji Ruyue.
Then came Yan He and Yuchi Cheng.
“These four families are truly giving us face, sending all four of their patriarchs,” someone murmured.
The presence of the Four Kings had already astonished them, and now, four patriarchs from the capital’s Seven Clans had also arrived.
“The Seven Clans are united, and these four patriarchs came together. This is likely no simple matter!”
“Perhaps something significant will happen today.”
The crowd discussed in hushed tones.
At the entrance.
Ye Kunlun glanced coldly at Sui Yan, remembering the words Cheng Haijun had told him at the East Sea War Department!
It was Sui Yan who had brought that mysterious woman from the Witch tribe to the East Sea War Department!
And it was through the woman’s arrangement that Cheng Haijun had the opportunity to cooperate with the Japanese!
Sui Yan, sensing Ye Kunlun’s hostility, showed a flicker of seriousness in his eyes.
“Ji Ruyue, it seems this Ye Kunlun harbors ill will towards us,” Sui Yan said to Ji Ruyue beside him.
Ji Ruyue’s eyes held a trace of solemnity, “He indeed has the capital for his arrogance, but as long as we join forces, he won’t be able to stir up much trouble!”
“Of course,” Sui Yan said with a faint smile, “I just don’t know if Yan He and Yuchi Cheng will cooperate with us.”
As he spoke, he looked towards Yan He and Yuchi Cheng, who were approaching.
“There’s no problem with joining forces,” Yan He replied, “But we have no grievances with Ye Kunlun, so there’s no need for us to join forces.”
Sui Yan frowned slightly, showing some dissatisfaction, but said nothing more.
The four approached and spoke in unison, “Young Master Ye, our condolences.”
Ye Kunlun nodded and returned the courtesy.
Ten minutes later.
Jun Xinglan stepped forward and reminded Ye Kunlun, “Alliance Leader, the time has come. It’s time for the funeral procession.”
The mournful music began.
Wudao, Feng Tutu, and those who had rushed back, Xiao Jiu, Mu Qi, Mu Ba, and many others from Wujian Prison, began to wail.
The funeral procession proceeded westward, heading towards Qibao Mountain.
Ye Kunlun led the way, while Wudao and Xiao Jiu personally carried the coffin, with the rest following behind.
A somber atmosphere enveloped the vast capital, and a fine drizzle began to fall from the sky.
In early autumn, the capital finally felt a touch of coolness.
An hour and a half later, they reached Qibao Mountain.
Changsun Changkong, Changsun Yuan, and Changsun Ji were brought forward!
Even though everyone had anticipated the miserable state of the three, seeing their current condition firsthand still sent shivers down their spines.
Especially Changsun Yuan and Changsun Ji, whose abdomens had been hollowed out, leaving them with only their last breaths.
Changsun Changkong’s legs had been severed, and he was dragged forward, blood dripping, leaving a trail of blood on the ground that chilled the bone!
Neither Ye Kunlun nor the people of Wujian Prison showed any sympathy; only hatred filled their faces!
“Today, I, Ye Kunlun, will slay you three to accompany Blood Hand in death!”
Ye Kunlun stepped forward, looking at the three collapsed figures on the ground, and said coldly.
As patriarchs of the Seven Clans themselves, Sui Yan, Ji Ruyue, Yan He, and Yuchi Cheng felt a sense of shared misfortune upon seeing Changsun Changkong’s wretched state.
“Young Master Ye, these three have already been punished. Why not spare their lives?”
It was Yuchi Cheng who spoke, a hint of unwillingness on his face.
“Spare their lives?” Ye Kunlun sneered, “Did they ever consider sparing Blood Hand’s life back then?”
Yuchi Cheng’s expression faltered, and he sighed.
“Ye Kunlun, Changsun Changkong is, after all, the patriarch of the Changsun family and a noble of the capital. Even if he must die, he should die with dignity. Give me some face and spare him!”
The King of Baishan’s face carried a degree of arrogance, as if he were commanding Ye Kunlun.
“How much is your face worth?”
Ye Kunlun sneered, “King of Baishan should focus on himself first!”
“You…”
The King of Hanshan pulled him and shook his head.
The King of Baishan snorted and said no more.
“Ye Kunlun, what will it take for you to spare Changsun Changkong’s life?”
Ji Ruyue, though over fifty, appeared like a noblewoman in her thirties.
At this moment, she lowered her posture slightly.
“Unless Blood Hand is resurrected,” Ye Kunlun replied.
Ji Ruyue frowned, “You know very well that the dead cannot be brought back to life, yet you still bring it up…”
“Then shut up!”
Ye Kunlun interrupted Ji Ruyue, condensed sword energy in his hand, and directly severed Changsun Ji’s head.
*Sizzle*
The head fell, and hot blood sprayed out, landing precisely on Changsun Changkong’s face, who was barely clinging to life, making him somewhat more alert!
As the blood spread, everyone’s breath hitched, surprised by Ye Kunlun’s decisive killing.
“Save me, save me…”
Changsun Changkong struggled to stay conscious.
His clouded eyes looked at the approaching crowd, revealing a strong will to survive.