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Chapter 155 Pain
Suddenly, Jiang Yueming heard Ye Mo's shout and immediately turned around to see a disciple's blade aimed at her.
His eyes narrowed and he channeled his spiritual energy. Several figures appeared in front of Ye Mo, their hands striking away the incoming blades.
"Are you alright?" Jiang Yueming checked on Ye Mo's condition immediately after resolving the danger.
Ye Mo is now exhausted and weak, unable to fight. If these disciples attack her vital points, she is very likely to die.
"It's alright, just a minor scratch."
Jiang Yueming was relieved to find that Ye Mo only had a cut on her wrist and there were no other abnormalities.
"What do you mean 'okay'! Look at yourself, you're almost covered in blood, why didn't you fight back?" Ye Mo said angrily when she saw the several bloody marks on Jiang Yueming's body.
These disciples were clearly only at the Nascent Soul stage, the same level as Jiang Yueming, and they were also close-combat attackers.
How could Jiang Yueming be injured?!
"Jiang Yue! Hand over the Golden Dragon Fish Storage Ring, and I may let this woman go!" Zhang Dongyan said in the void, his eyes darkening.
He could sense that Ye Mo seemed very important to Jiang Yueming, and he also needed to end this robbery and murder as soon as possible.
Otherwise, when the people from the two pavilions arrive, he has no confidence that he can snatch the storage ring from them.
"A storage ring? So that's what you were after chasing me for." Upon hearing this, Jiang Yueming gave a helpless bitter smile.
He had always thought that Zhang Dongyan simply wanted to kill him, but he never expected that Zhang Dongyan just wanted a storage ring.
Unfortunately, he had already given the ring to Jiang Han.
Jiang Yueming's eyes darted around as she looked at Zhang Dongyan in the sky and said, "I can give it to you, but first you must send these disciples back to their own homes!"
As soon as these innocent people leave, Jiang Yueming will make Zhang Dongyan taste the poison gas.
Will Zhang Dongyan still be able to act arrogantly then?
Upon hearing this, Zhang Dongyan's lips curled into a sinister smile, and he said, "You all heard that, right? Now get back to your homes."
Upon hearing this, the disciples were displeased.
"We're not going back! Why should we! Zhang Dongyan, are you trying to renege on your debt?"
"You can have it back, but give me the five million now!"
"That's right, that's right, give us the money and we'll leave!"
"..."
The disciples' voices rose higher and higher, while Jiang Yueming frowned. If they didn't leave, he would have no choice but to stay and die with them.
"Hehe, Jiang Yue, you still underestimate people's hearts," Zhang Dongyan murmured, observing Jiang Yueming's subtle expression.
You, Jiang Wushen, were born into the Jiang clan, and even within the Jiang clan itself—truly a dream start.
How could they possibly understand the hardships that disciples from the bottom climb up step by step?
This world values strength above all else. If you lack strength, you can only compensate with wealth. If you have neither, then I'm sorry, you've been eliminated by the world.
"Gentlemen! Your families are waiting for you. If you lose your lives today, who will support your families?"
Jiang Yueming looked at his disciples with an extremely serious expression and said.
"Jiang Wushen, let me tell you the truth, our family is already starving."
"Either I get the money today, or my whole family starves to death tomorrow!"
"Jiang Wushen, my family owes the boss a debt. If we can't pay it back by tomorrow, my wife will become the boss's wife!"
"Jiang Wushen, it's the same for me. My younger brother is seriously ill and urgently needs money. He's my only family in this world."
"..."
Hearing the cries of helplessness and sorrow in life, Jiang Yueming's eyes darkened slightly, and her expression became hesitant.
However, if Zhang Dongyan is not dealt with, there will be endless troubles in the future. The only way to get rid of him is with poison gas.
Using that would mean killing all of these disciples.
"Fine! I'll say it again, if you want to live, get out of here right now!"
Jiang Yueming frowned, gritted his teeth, and his aura surged continuously.
"We're not leaving! Do you all see this? This is the true face of capitalists!"
"That's right, that's right! We absolutely must kill Jiang Yue today and get the five million!"
"I knew it! You upper-class people turn on me the moment money is mentioned!"
"Heh, Jiang Wushen, you really don't understand the misery of us common folk! The moment your interests are touched, the fangs of capital are laid bare!"
"That's enough!"
Suddenly, Jiang Yueming roared, his eyes slowly closed, his hands clenched tightly, and a little blood flowed from his palms as he struggled.
"God...give me...poison gas!"
hum!
A beam of light shot out and converged in front of Jiang Yueming. When the starlight dissipated, three green spheres and two gas masks appeared in front of him.
He took a deep breath, reached out his bloodied hand and grabbed the three green spheres and the gas mask, handing one of the masks to Ye Mo and instructing her to put it on.
At this moment, Jiang Yueming's face was dark and gloomy. He knew very well what it would mean if these three green balls in his hand were opened.
But he had no choice but to do it.
"Yueming, are you alright?" Ye Mo asked worriedly, looking at Jiang Yueming's face, which seemed to hide a deep pain.
"I...I'm fine."
Jiang Yueming could barely manage to utter the last few words before looking up at the sky again: "Zhang Dongyan, come down. I'll personally hand over the storage ring to you."
In the sky, Zhang Dongyan heard Jiang Yueming's words and hesitated for a moment. He didn't know why Jiang Yueming and Ye Mo had to wear masks.
And what kind of hidden weapons are those three green balls in Jiang Yueming's hand?
"What? You don't want the storage ring anymore? Then I'll just give it to one of your disciples."
"You dare!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Dongyan immediately became anxious and swooped down, with tiny pale blue crystals condensing on his skin.
This was his defensive preparation. Although he didn't quite believe that Jiang Yueming and Ye Mo still had the ability to fight back, it was better to be cautious just in case.
500 meters
400 meters
300 meters
……
Zhang Dongyan's figure rapidly magnified in Jiang Yueming's eyes, and he was also counting the distance.
Only by controlling the distance properly can the poison gas render Zhang Dongyan immobile for an instant; otherwise, his desperate counterattack would be extremely dangerous!
200 meters
one hundred meters
fifty meters
Twenty meters!
boom!
Just as Zhang Dongyan was about ten meters away from Jiang Yueming, Jiang Yueming suddenly slammed the green ball in her hand into the ground. Waves of green gas rose up, and a pungent smell hit the air.
"Ah! Jiang Yue, what have you done to me! My eyes!"
Zhang Dongyan suddenly screamed and covered his eyes with both hands, retreating hundreds of steps.
As his vision disappeared, he staggered and fell to the ground.
He couldn't understand what kind of hidden weapon it was, that it could even break through his fully-concentrated defense.
Jiang Yueming is only at the Nascent Soul stage right now!
"Oh no! My hands are rotting?!"
"Help! Jiang Yue, what did you do to us! I can't feel my legs!"
"Ah!! I can't see anything!"
"..."
At this moment, thousands of disciples let out miserable cries. Once they inhaled the poisonous gas, their organs began to fail irreversibly, and their skin would ulcerate at the fastest speed.
Then the five senses disappear, and finally, one slowly dies in pain.
"Let's go, stop looking," Jiang Yueming said, turning around and taking Ye Mo's small hand, her face numb.
Through the warmth of her palm, Ye Mo could clearly feel the pain in Jiang Yueming's heart. She blinked her beautiful eyes and comforted her, "Yueming, you... did nothing wrong."
Ye Mo didn't say this aloud, because she was afraid the young man in front of her would feel too guilty.
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jiang Yueming trembled slightly but did not speak. He released Ye Moyu's hand and walked forward alone.
In the thick green fog, the screams of despair grew louder and louder. Ye Mo couldn't see what Jiang Yueming's expression was, but she could see the struggle in his heart from his tired back.
Snapped!
Just as Jiang Yueming was about to step out of the gas field, a bloody, skeletal hand suddenly grabbed his foot, and a mangled face slowly lifted up.
"Please...please kill...me, I...I'm in so much pain."