Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 291: Grant You a Fortune!

The three of them turned to look, only to see a young man striding over with reckless abandon.

Xia Liu had a very strong impression of this youth.

The young master of Ye Group, Ye Yiming, whose cultivation had reached the peak of Mysterious Rank.

"Hahaha! What a joke, my benefactor becomes the winner, and you still want to snatch it away?" Yang Tian burst into wild laughter.

Xia Liu, such a terrifying fellow, and there were still people who were so blind as to trouble him—this was simply seeking death.

"You’re still young, scram back home, or you’ll regret it for half your life," Huang Yilong also cooperated very well.

Xia Liu didn’t say a word; he guessed why Ye Yiming had come to block him.

He just hoped the man wouldn’t go too far; otherwise, a Mysterious Rank peak would only get crushed!

"I’ll deal with you two later. Right now, I’m giving you one chance, hand over the project to me."

Ye Yiming pointed his finger at Xia Liu, determined to wrest control of the Eastern District’s development rights this time.

Just this one Eastern District alone could generate a long and steady stream of income, and in the future, whether it was the Southern District, Northern District, or even near the county town, those places were definitely ripe for development.

Thus, whoever obtained the development rights to the Eastern District wouldn’t have to worry about their future.

"I really want to know, are you set on building Hejing, or is it just for the money?" Xia Liu asked indifferently.

"If I tell you the truth, what about it? I’m in it for the money, and when the time comes, I’ll just put together anything," replied Ye Yiming.

"I see. The Ye Group should be very rich, so why do you still want to come here to make money?" Xia Liu couldn’t understand; a Mysterious Rank Peak Martial Artist obsessed with money felt abnormal.

"You wouldn’t understand the reason even if I told you. Seeing how you’re asking, you must have made up your mind," said Ye Yiming without continuing to answer Xia Liu, because that was not a realm a common person could involve themselves in.

"Yeah, I’ve decided, no," Xia Liu nodded with a smile.

"Fuck! Then I’ll beat you until you agree!" Ye Yiming was furious, his anger surging as he strode toward Xia Liu.

Yang Tian and Huang Yilong were somewhat surprised.

This Ye Yiming truly came to rob Xia Liu, and he was aggressive about it too.

Now this would be interesting to watch. With Xia Liu’s ghostly quick speed, who could stop him?

They would never forget how Xia Liu casually slapped the chests of those pirates, leaving them with a hole in their chest or with a cracked sternum.

That such a ferocious man could still be offended was simply terrifying.

"Do you know? Once, someone just like you postured in front of me," Xia Liu said.

"And what happened?"

"In the end, no one was there to trim the grass on their grave," Xia Liu replied.

"Motherfucker!" Upon hearing Xia Liu’s mocking words, Ye Yiming completely lost it!

He instantly gathered his Inner Qi, and the oppressive might of a Mysterious Rank Peak Martial Artist spilled out all around.

Yang Tian and Huang Yilong felt it most palpably; they couldn’t bear the pressure and immediately fell to the ground.

Otherwise, they couldn’t breathe, feeling as if the organs inside their bodies were being weighed down.

The stone slabs couldn’t withstand the furious Ye Yiming; with every step he took, they would shatter.

Seeing Ye Yiming like this, Xia Liu shook his head helplessly.

In these times, Martial Artists indeed ran amok, and if he didn’t have the power to suppress this man today, the outcome would be unimaginably bad.

Since it was so, Xia Liu could only fight violence with violence!

"Die for me!" As Ye Yiming reached Xia Liu, he roared and threw a furious punch at him!

Bang!

A muffled sound followed, and then three pairs of pupils sharply constricted.

Yang Tian and Huang Yilong, although they had witnessed Xia Liu’s strength before, they had been brought to the ground by Ye Yiming’s imposing pressure just now.

They thought Ye Yiming was more ferocious than Xia Liu, but they didn’t expect that Xia Liu could catch Ye Yiming’s fist just by opening his palm!

Huang Yilong and Yang Tian were not martial artists; they couldn’t feel Ye Yiming’s thoughts.

At that moment, Ye Yiming had only one thought in his mind, and that was to flee! The farther, the better.

To be able to stand after receiving his punch with five layers of inner qi and to be unharmed, what did that indicate?

The opponent was definitely an Earth-Rank Warrior!

An Earth-Rank Warrior, the strongest below a Heaven Rank.

Since Heaven-Rank Warriors had disappeared from the Warrior Realm a long time ago, Earth-Rank Warriors had become the overlords!

Ye Yiming couldn’t believe he had provoked an Earth-Rank overlord!

He vividly remembered the words Xia Liu had just said, about no one to trim the grass on the grave of those who dare show off in front of him.

"So you’re arrogant? You’ve probably always been like this since you were young, I can guess that you’ve used your cultivation to bully many people," Xia Liu said solemnly while holding Ye Yiming’s fist.

"Senior, please spare my life! I was blind not to recognize Mount Tai, please give me a chance to make amends."

Ye Yiming’s face was filled with the look of mourning, and his voice was trembling incessantly.

The world of martial artists was different from that of ordinary people; if a Low-Rank Warrior dared to provoke a High-Rank Warrior, death could be as quick as a blink of an eye.

And now, Ye Yiming was walking on the edge of death. He understood that he could die at any moment if Xia Liu wished it.

"Heh, I’ve already given you several chances, but you didn’t know how to cherish them. Now, I’ll give you a transformation, letting you return to being an ordinary person!" Xia Liu said with a sinister smile on his face.

Looking at the wicked smile on Xia Liu’s face, Ye Yiming was petrified with fear.

"Ah!"

Before Ye Yiming could beg for mercy, Xia Liu twisted his hand, turning it into a full circle.

The arm that looked like it was twisted like a piece of clothing, with its contorted shape, filled Yang Tian and Huang Yilong with immense fear.

They had evidently witnessed, again, Xia Liu’s brutal methods.

However, for some reason, along with fear, they felt a sense of elation.

Maybe it was because Ye Yiming had been too arrogant just now, and seeing him being taught a lesson felt satisfying.

The screams didn’t last long before Xia Liu’s other hand also began to move, with spiritual energy coursing through his meridians and his palm furiously turning.

"Ah! My hands!"

The horrific screams echoed once again, and large sweat beads formed on Ye Yiming’s forehead.

He was frightened, he trembled.

He had never suffered such a severe injury before, since starting martial arts at the age of ten, he had always been the one bullying others.

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He could never have imagined that one day his hands would be ruined!

The pain penetrated deep into his soul; he wished he could rewind time to avoid meeting Xia Liu, perhaps that could change his life.

But the world isn’t filled with so many ’perhapses,’ and there is no medicine for regret.

While Ye Yiming was in fear, Xia Liu’s fingers condensed and pointed at Ye Yiming’s dantian with extreme speed.

Boom!

A burst of bright red exploded from Ye Yiming’s dantian, and invisibly, massive inner qi continuously leaked out.

Ye Yiming had long since lost his voice, and from the moment his dantian shattered and his inner qi leaked out, his heart was already dead, his body couldn’t hold up.

Looking at the unconscious Ye Yiming, Xia Liu took out his phone and called the hospital to send an ambulance. Stay tuned with novelbuddy

"Benefactor, is he not dead?" After their shock, Yang Tian and Huang Yilong asked weakly.

"Damn, killing people is illegal, how could I, as a good citizen, kill someone."