Legend of the Asura

Before arriving at their destination, Yang AoTian finally got out of the car, slowly walking forward with a cold expression and a black aura. The Xi Men family used to be a large lawn, but the green grass he passed by withered at an alarming rate. He was discovered the moment he stepped into the Ximen family's residence. Two people immediately came to welcome him.

Ximen Kuang continued to crazily throw things that could be picked up in the room. To the servants who knew Xi Men Kuang's temper well, they had already gotten used to it. This was the fourth day he had been continuously going crazy.

Everything that he had experienced in the Reincarnation World was gone, all of it gone. Being mocked by everyone, being fiercely scolded by his father, and even the servants looking at him with a hint of schadenfreude, all of this was because of Yang AoTian, who he hated to the bones. Ever since he destroyed his entire body, for the past few days, he dreamt of the lifeless Yang AoTian slicing his throat with a terrifying sickle every night. Every time this happened, he would wake up from his dream, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

This kind of mental torture was enough to drive him crazy, so he could only vent in various ways.

Bang! The potted plant at the door was slammed to the ground by him. Xi Men Kuang was finally exhausted. He sat down on the ground and panted heavily. After quieting down, he suddenly heard the ruckus outside.

The door was pushed open, and a person rushed in somewhat panickedly. Xi Men Kuang glared and roared: "Have you found Yang AoTian? I will cut him into a thousand pieces!"

That person subconsciously shook his head, then hurriedly nodded and said, "We haven't been able to find him … But Yang AoTian came by himself, moreover … "

"What!?" Xi Men Kuang jumped up from the ground and rushed to his bed. He took out a gun from under his pillow and rushed out of the room.

From the front of the door to the back, a large group of people were gathered together, looking at Yang AoTian with a face full of fear. Every time Yang AoTian took a step forward, they would immediately take a step back. Behind Yang AoTian, there were already more than a dozen people covered in black qi lying there. They only saw Yang AoTian wave his hand, and these people fell straight to the ground in the black air.

"Hand over Ximen Kuang. Whoever blocks me will die." He walked forward step by step. The low and deep voice that came from his mouth made them feel cold from head to toe.

"Second Young Master... The Second Young Master has become a monster. " A butler in charge of watching the door said with a shaky voice.

None of these people thought otherwise. From his appearance, the black gas on his body, and the terrifying method he used to force people to fall down with a wave of his hand. If he wasn't a monster, then what was he?

"Second Young Master, don't force us, we …" A middle-aged man holding a gun said, trembling. Although Yang AoTian had already mercilessly killed more than a dozen people near him, none of them dared to open fire. Even though he had been expelled from the Ximen family, he was, after all, the son of the family head, the former Ximen Imperial Clan's Second Young Master.

"Quick, quick call the patriarch!" A member of the Xi Men family shouted as he retreated. Without the Patriarch's order, none of them dared to make the decision on their own.

The situation was now in a stalemate, no one dared to approach Yang AoTian anymore. Yang AoTian did not take the initiative to attack, as he approached step by step with a cold look on his lifeless face. He had waited until this day, when he finally had the power to take back the debt of blood.

Finally, along with the cry of "The Patriarch is here", the relieved crowd quickly made way. With a gloomy face, Ximen Ye brought two people over and before he even got close, he shouted, "You bastard, you dare to come back …"

When he clearly saw Yang AoTian, his voice was abruptly cut off, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

Yang AoTian's footsteps finally stopped, because he finally saw the person he had called father for more than a decade.

"Hand over Ximen Kuang. Otherwise, I will kill him until you all hand him over." A vicious killing intent appeared on his indifferent face. Xi Men Ye's appearance had made his heart filled with hostility. He no longer had the patience to wait like this.

"Bastard, how arrogant!" Ximen Kuang said with a dark face. Seeing the dozens of corpses lying behind Yang AoTian, he felt even more furious. "Capture him!" Ximen Ye waved his hands and the two people behind him walked forward expressionlessly. Their steady steps and sharp eyes and heavy auras all proved that they were definitely experts and might have been the elite among the special forces. An old butler quickly said, "Don't go near Second Young Master. If you go near him, he will die!"

A look of disdain appeared on both their faces, at the same time they took action, jumping two meters high, one on the left and one on the right, trying to grab Yang AoTian. Yang AoTian did not dodge, as he extended both his hands towards them.

Both of their hands were like eagle claws as they grabbed onto one of Yang AoTian's shoulders, but to their horror, they felt as if they had grabbed onto a piece of iron, shaking their fingers until they started to ache. At the same time, Yang AoTian's hand grabbed at their necks from a strange angle.

"Crack!"

Two bone cracking sounds could be heard, both their necks had been broken. Yang AoTian waved his hands gloomily, shaking off their bodies.

Most of the people from the Xi Men family took a few steps back with pale faces. They subconsciously pressed their hands on their necks. They were so frightened that they could not even scream. Xi Men Ye's pupils contracted. He pointed at Yang AoTian with a trembling hand and said a single word.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

A violent roar broke the deathly silence. Xi Men Kuang roughly pushed his way through the crowd and then saw Yang Ao Tian. Yang Ao Tian also saw him and his dead face suddenly revealed a terrifying expression.

"Yang Aotian, I was just worried that I wouldn't be able to find you, but you actually delivered yourself to my doorstep, this is really great, hehehehe …" Xi Men Kuang laughed sinisterly and raised his gun.

"Eldest Young Master!" An old butler subconsciously shouted.

"Kuang'er, stop!" Xi Men Ye immediately shouted.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four loud gunshots rang out, and at such a close distance, the four bullets all struck Yang AoTian without exception, and they were all aimed at his chest.

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Yang AoTian's face was frozen, but his body did not collapse. After the gunfire, some of the people present sighed and shook their heads, while others heaved a sigh of relief.

Xi Men Ye gave a short sigh: "Kuang'er, although he did not care about your feelings and destroyed everything that happened to you in the reincarnation cycle, he is still your little brother. How can you kill yourself..."

Ping * * Ping * Ping * Ping * Ping * Yang Aotian's body did not collapse. Four bullets fell off his body, landing on the marble floor with a crisp sound, as if falling on their hearts, shocking them to the extreme.

Ximen Kuang's body trembled twice. Fear could be seen in his widened eyes. He once again raised the pistol and fired at his face and body crazily …

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ping ping …

Yang AoTian's clothes were riddled with holes, revealing a greyish-yellow skin that did not have the slightest damage. What he had was the power of the Death God. This kind of power exists with the soul as a carrier, and it also gives the body a terrifying ability. When he went in and out of the two worlds, this power would also go in and out of the two worlds with his soul.

On Earth, a true death god had appeared.

When the bullets had finally finished, the gun in Ximen Kuang's hand fell to the ground. His face had turned exceptionally pale, as if he had seen the most terrifying demon in the world. However, everyone present was so frightened that their legs were trembling … Monster, a true monster, he actually wasn't afraid of bullets … No, this is a dream, it must be a ridiculous dream!

Xi Men Ye looked at his unfamiliar son in shock.

Yang Aotian finally made his move, with a ferocious smile on his face, he waved his hand towards the direction of Ximen Kuang.

"What are you doing!?" Let go of Kuang'er! " Xi Men Ye turned pale with fright. He tried to jump at Yang AoTian, but was held back by his servant. Yang AoTian gave a cold sneer. He slowly lifted his foot and then slammed it down.

With a crisp sound, Yang Aotian ruthlessly stepped on Ximen Kuang's left wrist, causing Ximen Kuang to scream like a pig being butchered. This heavy kick was enough to completely shatter the bones in his left hand.

"Kuang'er!" This kick felt like it was stepping on Ximen Ye's heart. He let out a sorrowful cry and roared: "What are you standing there for, quickly kill this unfilial son of yours … Save Kuang'er! "

Yang Aotian once again stomped down, stepping on his arm. He was enjoying the sound of the bones breaking and Ximen Kuang's miserable howl. What Xi Men Ye could not believe was that no one had moved forward to save Xi Men Kuang. Perhaps some of them were not afraid of death, but they would definitely not die knowing that they were going to die for nothing. That was because Yang AoTian was not afraid of bullets, how could they save him? This was not an era where war broke out everywhere. Whether it was the servants or the guards, they were only there to survive. There were also a few people who would joke around with their own lives. The people who died at the hands of Yang AoTian had already set an example for them.

"You pieces of trash!" Xi Men Ye gritted his teeth and roared.

An old steward finally stood out and begged, "Second Young Master, please let the Eldest Young Master go. Although he didn't treat you well in the past, he is still your blood brother."

"A blood brother?" Yang AoTian slowly turned his head, and stiffly said: "That is truly a good brother … …" "This is great!"

"Pfft!" With another stomp, he landed on the left side of Ximen Kuang's chest. Blood gushed out of his mouth and his eyes bulged out. He didn't even have the chance to scream. At the same time, under the influence of Yang AoTian's aura of death, his life was being taken away bit by bit, and every part of his body was being sliced like a knife. "@

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