After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 992: Group Spoiling Qingqing, Fujisan Family’s Doomsday (1)

“!!!”

The sentence, though spoken without any emotion, struck terror into the hearts of everyone in the Fujisan family.

Comparing the three thousand Masters of Yin-Yang of the Fujisan family to mere sparks, the only one who could say and actually accomplish such a thing was Yu Wu.

Who was this man?!

Evolved beings and Masters of Yin-Yang had always stayed out of each other’s way, never clashing.

When did the world of evolved beings produce such a Class-S evolved being?

Charging into their Fujisan family without a word, did he really not fear the judgment of the Evolved Beings Alliance?!

Countless questions swirled in the great elder’s mind, but he couldn’t voice any of them. His eyes bulged with rage, “Old four!”

This man actually dared to act in front of them!

Yu Xiheng raised his hand again, this time seizing the fifth elder.

He asked once more, his tone cold, “Where is she?”

“…”

Silence, a deathly silence.

The Masters of Yin-Yang gathered under the command of the head of the Fujisan family were trembling with fear.

The Fujisan family indeed had more than three thousand Masters of Yin-Yang, but seventy percent of them were below the fourth rank.

These Masters of Yin-Yang might have some achievements in astrology, physiognomy, and fengshui, but they had almost no combat ability. In fact, due to their long-term cultivation in power of Yin-Yang and Five Elements, their physiques were even weaker than ordinary people.

Masters of Yin-Yang were not skilled in close combat and naturally couldn’t compare to combat-focused evolved beings.

Two more elders had died, both Celestial Masters of Yin-Yang, and the Fujisan family’s losses were too great.

But looking at Yu Xiheng, he seemed unaffected, as if nothing could touch him.

Still waters run deep, and that was truly terrifying.

The head of the Fujisan family collapsed to his knees with a thud, his body trembling.

“Thud, thud—”

More sounds of kneeling followed as the Fujisan family members were overwhelmed by fear, nearly suffocating.

The second elder also knelt down, continuously kowtowing, “Sir! Sir, she really isn’t in the Fujisan family anymore. She’s already left, I swear on my life. If I’m lying, may lightning strike me down!”

The head of the Fujisan family also spoke with a trembling voice, “Sir, she was taken away by YUAN Mingchi! YUAN Mingchi comes from Cloud Summit, we are no match for him, and we don’t know where he took her.”

He secretly hoped to shift the disaster onto someone else.

If YUAN Mingchi and this mysterious man clashed, it would either end in death or mutual destruction.

Indeed, after the head of the Fujisan family finished speaking, an even greater sense of oppression descended.

Weaker Masters of Yin-Yang were already collapsing to the ground.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

“Three thousand worldly dreams, drifting through another spring, a solitary shadow…”

The sudden sound of a phone ringing shattered the tense atmosphere, making everyone freeze in shock, followed by a chilling sensation down their spines.

Who dared to call at such a time?

Would they not anger this god of death?

But the head of the Fujisan family and the elders noticed that the devastating aura around this stunningly handsome man had suddenly receded.

Yu Xiheng glanced at the terrified Fujisan family members, his fingers pausing before he answered the call.

“Brother Nine, did you go to the Fujisan family? I’m out, I just called Chen Ying. Wait for me, I’m coming to find you.”

A familiar voice.

Breathing evenly.

Yu Xiheng closed his eyes briefly, exhaling slowly.

He knew her situation was similar to his, but he didn’t know what had happened to her, causing her strength to diminish.

The incident had been sudden, and he wasn’t by her side. He couldn’t afford any mistakes.

Fortunately.

“Okay.” He chuckled softly, “I’ll wait for you to pick me up.”

“There’s a well in the back alley of their house.” Si Fuqing was running. “Wait for me there, I’m coming right over.”

“Mmhm.” Yu Xiheng’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, “See you soon.”

After ending the call, the oppressive aura finally dissipated completely.

The man turned around, blood still dripping from his fair fingertips, yet he seemed unaware and left just like that.

The Fujisan family members were left unable to recover, their nerves burning, hearts pounding.

YUAN Mingchi’s methods were ruthless, but he didn’t kill many people, and those who died deserved it.

But this man, whom they had never seen before, was the true god of death!

Clearly a refined and elegant man, yet so terrifying when he acted.