Chapter 382

Lan Ling Wang didn't think too much about it.

He took out the Soul-Cleansing Melody and handed it to Ye Si Si.

Ye Si Si saw the Soul-Cleansing Melody — it was real.

She immediately asked him.

"Why didn't you bring the eldest Young Master back?"

Lan Ling Wang immediately explained.

"The Soul-Cleansing Melody wasn't taken from the eldest Young Master — it was found on someone else."

Ye Si Si didn't respond to his words.

Half a day later.

Ye Si Si furiously rebuked him.

"Bullshit, the Soul-Cleansing Melody is fake! You've been lying to me all along."

Lan Ling Wang had examined it — the Soul-Cleansing Melody was real.

He couldn't understand why Ye Si Si's attitude toward him had suddenly changed so drastically.

"Lan Ling Wang, the only way you can atone is with your death!"

He wasn't clear about his own background.

Keeping him alive was because Yehenala Xiong Ba wanted to use the bloodline in his body to cultivate powerful assassins.

Now, Lan Ling Wang's existence had already become a threat to the Yehenala family.

Lan Ling Wang had to be killed.

Lan Ling Wang couldn't figure out how he had become a discarded pawn.

It was just that.

Ye Si Si offered no explanation, nor gave him a chance to explain.

More than ten people struck at him together, more than ten swords piercing into his body.

Lan Ling Wang felt the supernatural power index within his body fading away.

"Lan Ling Slash!"

He couldn't understand why he had to die.

Lan Ling Wang planned to cut a bloody path out.

"Blazing Sword Art!"

He refused to die so easily.

He unleashed his strongest move.

The Blazing Sword Art was a technique that hurt both the enemy and oneself.

An extremely powerful flame force erupted from his body, reducing his opponents to ashes.

At the same time, it placed an enormous burden on his own body.

It could even cause him to take 50% of the damage.

An ordinary person couldn't withstand the side effects brought by the Blazing Sword Art.

Lan Ling Wang used the Blazing Sword Art.

He successfully left the Yehenala family.

But as he was leaving.

A Ghost-Spirit Flame Fireball struck his body.

The heavily wounded Lan Ling Wang.

Appeared on the street.

The supernatural power index on his body kept dropping.

In the end, he became an ordinary person.

"My supernatural power index!"

Lan Ling Wang couldn't believe it.

He had been loyal his whole life, only to be stabbed in the back in the end.

"Ah! What did I do wrong."

Lan Ling Wang couldn't figure it out.

He hobbled along the street.

Over all these years.

Lan Ling Wang had always carried out missions for the Yehenala family.

He had many enemies.

But because Lan Ling Wang was so powerful, who would dare go looking for trouble with him.

Wouldn't that just be seeking death?

And now, Lan Ling Wang was lost and dejected.

He happened to run into his enemies.

"This guy, looks like he doesn't have any supernatural power index anymore."

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Three people followed behind him, muttering about whether Lan Ling Wang still had any supernatural power index left.

Lan Ling Wang heard the voices and turned to look at the three people.

The three small-time thugs were startled by Lan Ling Wang.

They leapt back a big step.

"Stop following me!"

Terrified by Lan Ling Wang, they hurriedly nodded.

But the three of them suddenly felt something was off.

Why should they be afraid?

Lan Ling Wang was indeed Lan Ling Wang.

But on his body, there was no longer any supernatural power index.

He was nothing but a cripple!

"What's there to be cocky about, you're already a cripple."

They stared at Lan Ling Wang.

Lan Ling Wang heard it.

He wasn't afraid.

"You three, you want to die, is that it?"

He began to gather his supernatural power.

It looked very convincing.

The three were so scared they didn't dare act rashly.

Then, they saw Lan Ling Wang turn and run.

Only then did they realize they had been played.

"That bastard actually dares to trick us! Go chop him up."

The three charged forward.

Lan Ling Wang, covered in wounds, couldn't run fast.

Within a few minutes, he had already been caught.

The three pinned Lan Ling Wang down and beat him savagely.

Xia Mei wanted to go check on Xia Tian.

Her mouth spoke harshly, but she worried about Xia Tian terribly.

Walking along the road, she suddenly heard the sounds of a beating.

"Three against one — what kind of skill is that?"

Xia Mei pointed at the three, a look of contempt in her eyes.

"None of your business, scram!"