After breaking off the engagement, my aloof fiancée regretted it

Ye Tianming gently stroked Lin Yujiao's hair, "I'm really fine. How about... you let go first?"

The beauty in his arms had a charming body fragrance that made his heart flutter.

If I don't let go, it will be embarrassing.

After all, the women around them could no longer hide the resentment in their eyes.

But soon, he noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him.

Those monks who had originally retreated in fear now looked at him with awe in their eyes, mixed with a hint of greed and murderous intent.

"Ye Tianming, be smart and hand over the power of inheritance!" A rough voice sounded, and a big man with a fleshy face walked out of the crowd. He held a huge axe in his hand, and his eyes were fierce.

"That's right, good things should be shared by everyone!" Another monk with a pointed face and monkey cheeks also joined in the fun. He held a dagger flashing with cold light in his hand, and it was obvious that he was not a good person.

"Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

"That's right! Hand it over obediently and I'll spare your life!"

For a moment, the crowd was excited, and the cultivators seemed to have forgotten the fear brought by the monster just now. They all had fierce eyes and stared at Ye Tianming greedily, as if he was some kind of priceless treasure.

Seeing this, Ye Tianming curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer.

These people really won't cry until they see the coffin. Do they think he is really just a weakling who can be manipulated by anyone?

"Do you want it?" Ye Tianming glanced at everyone, his tone indifferent, but with an unquestionable majesty.

"Stop talking nonsense! Hand it over!" the big man roared impatiently, raising his huge axe and pretending to chop.

Others also drew their weapons, their spiritual energy surged, and they looked ready to take action at any time.

Seeing this, Lin Yujiao and others' faces changed and they looked at Ye Tianming worriedly.

"Ye Tianming, be careful!" Lin Qing'er couldn't help but remind him.

Ye Tianming patted Lin Yujiao's hand, motioning her to rest assured, then slowly raised his head, swept a cold gaze over everyone, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Tianming flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

"not good!"

"careful!"

When the monks saw this, they were immediately horrified and began to mobilize their spiritual energy, summon their magic weapons, and be on guard vigilantly.

However, before they could react, Ye Tianming had already appeared behind the sharp-faced monk holding a dagger.

"You..." The monk only had time to exclaim before he felt a chill in his chest. He looked down and saw that a golden spiritual sword had pierced through his chest.

"You...you..." The cultivator's face was full of horror and disbelief. He never expected that Ye Tianming's speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to react!

Ye Tianming didn't even look at him. He retracted his fingers and invisible sword energy penetrated through. The cultivator's body fell down weakly, with no sign of life left.

All this happened in a flash, and before the other monks could even react, one of them had already died.

"hiss……"

Everyone gasped and looked at Ye Tianming with fear in their eyes.

"He...he killed the third brother!"

"This kid... such a cruel method!"

Ye Tianming glanced at everyone with a cold gaze, and said in a grim tone: "Who else wants to try?"

Everyone's heart trembled at his cold gaze, and they stepped back, not daring to look him in the eye.

The cultivators who had just clamored for Ye Tianming to hand over his inheritance were now silent and dared not say another word.

Are you kidding? Even the monsters in the lake bow down to him. In Ye Tianming's eyes, what's the difference between them and ants?

Ye Tianming snorted coldly and was about to turn around and leave when suddenly, a cold voice came from the crowd.

"Boy, aren't you too arrogant? You want to just walk away after killing someone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin man in black slowly walked out of the crowd.

His face was gloomy and he stared at Ye Tianming with resentment. A powerful pressure emanated from him.

"It's Hong Tianjie!"

"Hong Tianjie is a strong man at the third level of Tianshu Realm. That guy is dead now!"

"Humph! You dare to kill our people? You really don't know how to live or die!"

Seeing Hong Tianjie appear, the monks immediately became confident and looked at Ye Tianming with gloating, as if they had foreseen his tragic end.

Ye Tianming frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the old man, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

This old man is quite powerful and has a cold aura, it's obvious at first glance that he's not a good person.

"Do you want to avenge him?" Ye Tianming said lightly.

"Ye Tianming, you kill people at will. Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and make you pay with blood!"

"Cang Lei level eight blast!"

Hong Tianjie roared angrily, his figure flashed, and turned into a black shadow, shooting towards Ye Tianming.

No one could tell whether he was really seeking revenge for the dead monks or doing it for himself.

"You don't know what you can do!" Ye Tianming snorted coldly, and with a flick of his fingers, the spiritual energy on his fingertips took shape, and a golden sword appeared in his hand.

"Shh!"

The golden sword cut through the void, carrying a sharp sword energy, and rushed towards Hong Tianjie.

"boom!"

The golden sword energy and fist shadow collided with each other, making a deafening sound.

Powerful energy waves swept across, breaking the surrounding trees one after another and huge cracks appeared on the ground.

When the light faded, everyone looked carefully and saw that Hong Tianjie maintained his punching posture, his body stiffly suspended in mid-air, while Ye Tianming stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"What's going on? Why isn't the Holy Son moving?"

"Could it be...lost?"

Everyone was talking about it, with disbelief written all over their faces.

In their opinion, although Ye Tianming had some strength, he could never be a match for Hong Tianjie. However, the current situation was completely beyond their expectations.

"puff!"

At this moment, Hong Tianjie suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back, his face full of horror.

He never expected that Ye Tianming's strength was so terrifying that he was severely injured with just one move.

"You..." Hong Tianjie pointed at Ye Tianming, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

"What do you mean? With such little strength, you dare to shout in front of me?" Ye Tianming smiled coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Boy, don't be so complacent! My Batian Palace will not let you go!" Hong Tianjie knew that he was no match for Ye Tianming, so he said some harsh words and turned around to escape.

"Want to leave? Too late!" Ye Tianming snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared behind Hong Tianjie and kicked him away.

"Pfft!"

Hong Tianjie's body drew a perfect parabola in the air and fell heavily into the lake, splashing huge water.

"Roar!"

The next moment, a deafening roar of a beast was heard from the lake, and then a huge black shadow rose into the sky from the bottom of the lake, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed Hong Tianjie in one gulp.