Chapter 1671: Act on behalf of heaven!

Who would have thought that while Ye Chen twisted Lu Haotian's arms, he also broke all his meridians!

Being able to easily break all of Lu Haotian's meridians and destroy all his cultivation without changing his expression was simply the crushing gap between a human and an ant.

At this moment, everyone in the Cataclysmic Front was desperate.

And the people around Ye Chen couldn't wait to cheer.

As for Su Chengfeng, who was wearing mourning clothes, he had already collapsed, his hands and feet trembling involuntarily.

He really didn't expect that the Ye family would have such a powerful existence.

The Cataclysmic Front he relied on, the Cataclysmic Front he thought could completely crush Ye Chen, was not Ye Chen's opponent at all!

He suddenly thought that his two granddaughters and eldest daughter-in-law had all come to help Ye Chen, and his heart sank: "Could it be... could it be that this Ye Chen is the top expert who has been targeting me in the dark?!"

Thinking of this, Su Chengfeng's heart was extremely desperate.

And at this time, Ye Chen looked at Lu Haotian, who had completely collapsed, and asked with a smile: "Why? The dignified White-Clothed Tiger King, why did you admit defeat so quickly?"

In order to survive, Lu Haotian lost his expert demeanor. He took the initiative to kneel on the ground, crying bitterly and begging: "Mr. Ye, my arms have been completely abolished, and my meridians have been broken. Now I am a complete waste. Please raise your hand high and spare my dog's life!"

Lu Haotian, who collapsed and knelt to beg for mercy, made Wan Pojun's heart feel like dead ash, and also made the other soldiers of the Cataclysmic Front horrified.

Although Lu Haotian was extremely resentful, he still wanted to live in his bones. Even if there was a glimmer of hope for life, he would not give up.

Because he knew Ye Chen's strength. If he really wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as moving a finger.

Lu Haotian cried loudly, his arms twisted into a mess. He could only use the strength of his waist and back to force himself to bow and kowtow. While kowtowing, he cried and begged: "Mr. Ye... I was wrong... I shouldn't have spoken nonsense to you... and I shouldn't have provoked your majesty..."

"But... but I don't want to die... I really don't want to die..."

"Please, please look at the fact that I have become this ghost-like appearance, and be merciful and spare my dog's life..."

Ye Chen looked at him coldly, his voice suddenly raised a few points, and asked sternly: "You just dared to be presumptuous in front of my parents' spirits. Did you really think that kneeling on the ground and kowtowing for mercy now would make me spare your dog's life?"

Lu Haotian cried loudly: "I know I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..."

Ye Chen slapped him hard and said coldly: "You know you were wrong now? When you killed your way into the Ye family with a cigar in your mouth yesterday, weren't you very arrogant? Didn't you say you wanted to be the first to kill me?"

As he said this, Ye Chen's eyes tightened, and he said coldly: "By the way, don't you love smoking cigars? Then I'll make you a cigar and let you smoke enough!"

After speaking, Ye Chen looked at Hong Wu and blurted out: "Hong Wu! Go get some yellow paper used for grave sweeping! Get more!"

"Okay, Master Ye!" Hong Wu hurriedly took out several bundles of yellow paper to be burned in front of the grave from a pile of ancestor worship materials prepared by the Ye family.

Ye Chen took a thick bundle, rolled it into the shape of a paper roll as thick as a mineral water bottle with force, then stuffed one end into Lu Haotian's mouth, and said to Hong Wu: "Come, Hong Wu! Serve this White-Clothed Tiger King a big cigar I made for him myself!"

Hong Wu smiled, immediately took out a lighter and lit the other end of the paper roll. While lighting it, he sneered: "Mr. Tiger King, you really have good luck to be able to smoke a big cigar made by Master Ye himself. I guess you are the only one in the world."

As he said this, seeing that the paper roll was relatively thick and always wouldn't light, he slapped Lu Haotian on the face and scolded: "Damn, you smoke! If you don't smoke, how can I light it?!"

Lu Haotian's mouth was stuffed with the paper roll, his heart was ashamed and desperate, but he could only obediently smoke desperately.

But the smoke produced by the burning of this kind of yellow paper couldn't be compared with the mellow-tasting Cuban cigar. As soon as the first puff was inhaled, Lu Haotian was choked by the thick smoke, and tears and snot sprayed out at the same time.

Ye Chen glared at him and sneered: "Where did the style of you holding a cigar, puffing clouds and mist in front of me, and speaking nonsense yesterday go??"

Lu Haotian thought of his arrogant appearance yesterday and couldn't help but shiver.

Ye Chen looked at his panicked appearance and continued: "Don't forget, you also used a cigar to kill one of my Ye family's guards! Even if it's just one life for one life, I must kill you today!"

Speaking of this, Ye Chen paused slightly and continued: "You want to live? Smoke this big cigar first. After you finish smoking, I will consider whether to spare your dog's life. But if you can't finish it, sorry, the first one to die today will definitely be you!"

Hearing this, Lu Haotian was desperate and only wanted to live by all means.

So, he could only try his best to smoke the thick roll of yellow paper, and the whole person was choked by the thick smoke to the point of collapse.

However, he didn't dare to have any slack, and could only try his best to inhale puffs of thick smoke into his body.

The soldiers of the Cataclysmic Front at the scene were shocked. They all knew that Lu Haotian loved Cuban cigars, but who would have thought that Lu Haotian would have such an end today?

Lu Haotian tried his best to smoke desperately for a long time. When he finally finished smoking a roll of yellow paper, he was already on the verge of collapse and death.

And when it burned to the end, the glowing yellow paper burned a pile of blisters on his lips and around his mouth.

Lu Haotian, who finally survived, looked at Ye Chen timidly and asked softly: "Mr... Mr. Ye... I have finished smoking it all, can you spare my life?"

Ye Chen sneered: "Of course not! You want to live, it's definitely not that simple! Everything depends on my mood!"

Lu Haotian collapsed completely, so he turned his head and looked at Wan Pojun with tears in his eyes like a child, choking and begging: "Hall Master... save me... save me, Hall Master..."

Wan Pojun's heart was also full of despair at this time.

He never dreamed that coming to Mount Ye Ling today would be such a situation.

He looked at Lu Haotian's painful and desperate appearance, and then thought of Ye Chen's powerful strength, his heart was already dead ash.

He knew that his revenge was completely hopeless.

So, he swallowed his saliva, his tone was respectful, and his voice was a bit hoarse as he said: "Ye Chen... please let him go! If you let him go, my Cataclysmic Front will withdraw immediately, and we will never be against the Ye family again in this life!"

Ye Chen seemed to have heard a huge joke and laughed: "Wan Pojun! Do you think my Ye family's ancestral grave is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

Wan Pojun gritted his teeth and asked him: "Then what do you want??"

Ye Chen sneered: "What I want is to treat others in their own way!"

Wan Pojun asked nervously: "What... what do you mean?"

Ye Chen looked at the two coffins behind him and smiled: "Didn't you threaten to grind my parents' bones to ash? It just so happens that your parents' coffins are here, so let them properly experience your good idea!" ===== CHAPTER 1672 =====