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Chapter 108: Nameless Until Death
In the Huaxia Imperial Palace, after receiving layers of documents, Zhao Wujie truly doubted whether his soldiers had mistaken someone for another. The Ye Family of the Royal Capital was no more; what business did Ye Huan have in the capital? With a slight smile, he tossed aside the document that had passed through the hands of all the officials and placed it on the dragon table in the Imperial Study, muttering to himself, "Ye Huan? The Ye Family is gone, and yet another wanted criminal thinks he can make me, the Emperor of Huaxia Nation, meet him? Ridiculous..."
In contrast to Zhao Wujie's indifference, the Mysterious Old Man, having learned of this news through special channels, hesitated for a long time before leading a large group toward the city gate. However, before he could even step out of the city, the very person who had killed Gong Weiqi appeared before him.
"Is it him? He actually dares to come to the Capital of Huaxia?!" His eyes nearly burst into flames as a dazzling white light appeared in the Mysterious Old Man's hand. He hurled it over a hundred meters away, aiming directly at Ye Huan.
At the same time, Ye Huan also sensed the presence of the Mysterious Old Man. Without hesitation, he pulled out an RPG Rocket Launcher, dropped to the ground, aimed at the old man, and pulled the trigger. The tremendous recoil hit him even while lying down; he distinctly felt something fly past above his forehead, leaving a chilling sensation.
Looking back, he saw a milky white sword energy shooting off into the distance until it vanished from his sight.
"Damn it! How could I forget he has ranged attacks?"
Anger aside, Ye Huan's mind was clear. Considering the consequences if the Mysterious Old Man got close to him, he disregarded the consumption of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and summoned Dragon Scale Armor to envelop himself. With a flick of his hand, two RPG Rocket Launchers appeared again. He took a few steps back, clearly intending to engage in a war of attrition.
Meanwhile, as for the rocket he had just fired, before it could reach the Mysterious Old Man, he swiftly dodged to one side and threw out another sword energy. This demonstrated that his combat experience far exceeded that of Ye Huan.
Seeing that the Mysterious Old Man could even evade rockets, Ye Huan fired off both rockets from his RPGs without a moment's pause. With a wave of his hand, a massive amount of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy surged forth from his arsenal and formed into a Gatling gun shape before him.
Holding the grip tightly, Ye Huan kicked down the power switch, directly controlling the Gatling gun as it unleashed a roaring flame, sweeping fire towards the front. As for those who followed the Mysterious Old Man, they were nothing more than insignificant in Ye Huan's eyes.
Through countless battles and brutal skirmishes, Ye Huan had come to understand one principle: showing mercy to others was equivalent to being cruel to oneself. Take Zhao Wujie, for example!
Although he had no idea why Zhao Wujie had yet to appear, as the Sovereign of Huaxia Nation, and given that the eldest son of the Ye Family had come with the status of a consort, he should have at least sent a few people to confirm his arrival. Yet, he did nothing! It was clear what kind of attitude he held towards the once-mighty Ye Family.
In just thirty seconds, thousands of bullets had already been fired from the six rotating barrels of the Gatling gun, tearing apart those who had come with the Mysterious Old Man. Blood flowed like rivers, and even the Mysterious Old Man himself had taken at least a dozen hits. As for the sword energy he had previously thrown, it was nowhere to be seen. The only fortunate thing was that his head remained unharmed.
"Wow, that's impressive..." "He killed members of Dragon Hall?" "Yes, those are indeed members of Dragon Hall; look at their clothes!"
Around Ye Huan, the soldiers who had previously surrounded him began to scatter after witnessing the rocket fire miss the Mysterious Old Man and explode into debris on the city wall. They quickly retreated to a safe distance, whispering among themselves. Their gazes towards Ye Huan underwent a significant change. Two soldiers with clearer heads even contemplated whether they should return to inform the capital; otherwise, if Ye Huan entered the city...
A scene flashed in their minds as they exchanged glances and took advantage of the moment to run towards two other gates of the capital.
Unaware of the soldiers' movements around him, upon seeing the Mysterious Old Man injured, Ye Huan summoned his Barrett and aimed at the Mysterious Old Man's limbs from afar.
Bang!
With a gunshot, a hole the size of a bowl appeared in the left shoulder of the Mysterious Old Man over a hundred meters away. A copper-colored bullet was lodged within it; it was evident that even a Ninth-Level Practitioner's body could not escape severe injury if hit by a Barrett.
Bang!
Another bullet over ten centimeters long shot out from the Barrett, striking the Mysterious Old Man's left leg and rendering both his left arm and leg useless. Through the wound, his white bones were exposed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The continuous gunfire echoed, and with each shot fired by Ye Huan, the Mysterious Old Man acquired another wound. Yet, Ye Huan did not take the Mysterious Old Man's life.
After the Mysterious Old Man had been thoroughly incapacitated by Barrett, Ye Huan observed for a moment and noticed that the Mysterious Old Man seemed too weak to force out the bullet lodged inside him. Summoning an M4A1 assault rifle and attaching a 40mm single-shot Grenade Launcher, Ye Huan cautiously gripped the rifle and approached, quickly reaching the Mysterious Old Man's side.
"Old man, weren't you quite impressive as a Ninth Level Warrior? Didn't you stick to me back then? Why can't you act tough now?"
As the saying goes, small-minded people revel in their achievements. Although Ye Huan was not small-minded, he certainly embodied that concept when facing the Mysterious Old Man. His face twisted with ferocity and an unusually arrogant demeanor surrounded him with an unmistakable aura of killing intent. Even the elderly man from the Gong family, who had killed over a hundred professionals, felt pricked by Ye Huan's murderous energy and hesitated to meet his gaze. Struggling, he said, "Ye Huan, do you know who I am? For killing my son, I will make you pay!"
"Go to hell! I'm right here; let's see how you plan to make me pay!" With a swift kick from his special forces boots, Ye Huan slammed the old man's face into the ground. Pressing his hand on the trigger of the M4A1 assault rifle, he coldly stated, "Ninth Level Warrior, former head of the Royal Capital Gong Family—what a pity that even now I don't know your name, nor do I care to know it. So just die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed the dark muzzle of the M4A1 against the Mysterious Old Man's forehead. Thirty bullets entered through his forehead and exited through the back of his skull, splattering vibrant red blood and sickening white matter everywhere.
Only when he was certain that the old man was beyond dead did Ye Huan remove his foot from his face. A long-established Ninth Level Expert from Huaxia Nation had fallen! Unfortunately, until his last breath, Ye Huan didn't even know his name.
After completing this grim task, when he turned around, those soldiers who had previously surrounded him were now frozen in fear. None dared to meet Ye Huan's gaze, let alone obstruct him. Satisfied with their reaction, Ye Huan shifted his focus forward and was suddenly taken aback.
It turned out that at some point, the city gates of the capital had been firmly shut. Clearly, someone had gone to alert others.
Kicking aside the corpse of the Ninth Level Warrior from the Gong family, Ye Huan shook his head helplessly. Holding his M4A1 assault rifle and using its scope to survey above the city wall for any sign of Zhao Wujie, he found nothing and began walking towards the main gate of Capital of Huaxia step by step.
At this time in the evening, with a blood-red sunset casting long shadows of Ye Huan's figure against a backdrop of a small battlefield where dozens had died, it would have been an Oscar-winning scene if placed in the Twenty-First Century. Yet on top of the city wall, countless soldiers looked down with expressions filled with fear at this approaching figure.
The reason was simple. The identities of the members who had just left the Dragon Hall at City Gate had been clarified. They were Ninth Level Warriors from the Dragon Hall, accompanied by dozens of professionals above Level Four. In such a short time, they had all perished at the hands of Ye Huan. How could this not shock the ordinary soldiers?
"Quick... send someone to report, hurry!"
"Report? What should we report?"
"Just say that someone is attacking the city..."
As he stared at Ye Huan, who was getting closer to the city gate, a squad leader barked orders to his subordinate soldiers, silently adding in his heart: 'One person is attacking the city...'
Meanwhile, in the little princess's chamber, Zhao Wujie strolled in. When he saw the little princess sitting gloomily on a stone bench in the garden, he approached her and gently advised, "Zhao Ziyu, what are you worried about? Isn't it good to marry into Goryeo?"
"Goryeo? Father, do you really want me, a princess of Huaxia Nation, to become a consort of a small nation like Goryeo?" A figure emerged from the depths of her heart; Zhao Ziyu had never felt this angry before. She added defiantly, "Father, I still have an engagement with Ye Huan!"
"Ye Huan? That useless young master from the Ye Family? Ha ha, how ridiculous! You must know that Ye Tian is currently missing and the Ye Family has been destroyed by the Dragon Hall. Ye Huan is just an ordinary summoner. Even if he has gained some fame in the Southern Xiongnu Empire, it's merely small-time antics! On the other hand, if you are willing to marry into Goryeo, they would agree to establish a mutual non-aggression pact with us for a hundred years. Given the predatory gaze of the Southern Xiongnu Empire, this would undoubtedly eliminate one formidable enemy."
With every word Zhao Wujie spoke, his image in Zhao Ziyu's heart tarnished further. If Ye Huan were here, he would surely slap him twice for his insolence. Unfortunately, Ye Huan was not present, and Zhao Wujie was her father...
As a daughter, she had to be dutiful and filial; thus, Zhao Ziyu had no words to say. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks.
Seeing Zhao Ziyu's expression, Zhao Wujie seemed to want to comfort her further when suddenly someone burst in, crawling and rolling as they shouted loudly: "Sovereign! It's bad! Sovereign! Someone is attacking the city!"
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