My Foolish Husband Turned Out to Have a Hidden Identity Too

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 Ye Wuchen’s Wrath, Torment

A figure in a gray robe streaked across the sky and landed in front of Mu Ruyue.

The elder was cloaked entirely in his gray robe, with only his eyes gazing eerily at Mu Ruyue. He huffed coldly and charged toward her, but before he could reach Mu Ruyue, he saw the silver-masked man holding her slowly raise his palm…

Boom!

A powerful surge of energy struck the elder, and his body flew out like a torn rag, crashing loudly against a roadside stall.

“Master!” Ling Ye’s face dramatically changed, his eyes filled with shock.

Just how formidable his master’s strength was, he knew better than anyone else. However, now his master hadn’t lasted even a single move against this man? Who on earth was this man?

Ye Wuchen gave a sinister smile, his eyes carrying a chilling coldness.

Without even glancing at the gray-robed elder, he walked toward the utterly dismayed Ling Ye. Ye Wuchen said nothing, but the intense and frightening aura he radiated already petrified Ling Ye, making him unable to move.

What followed was a one-sided torment…

Under the fury of Ye Wuchen, all Ling Ye could do was endure the fierce pain. His punches, like a series of Mount Tais, nearly crushed Ling Ye’s entire body.

“Stop!” The gray-robed elder got up and saw this scene, his expression immediately changing as he charged toward Ye Wuchen once more. This time, before he even got close to Ye Wuchen, he was blasted away by that formidable aura.

Ye Wuchen waved his hand, and a fierce gust of wind harshly flung Ling Ye away.

Ling Ye’s body tumbled through the air several times before crashing to the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood, his face horrifyingly pale.

“You…”

Ling Ye glared hatefully at Ye Wuchen, but before he could finish speaking, he saw the man whip out another gust of wind from his sleeve, instantly knocking out all of Ling Ye’s teeth.

He hadn’t forgotten that this man had just injured his woman.

The look in Ye Wuchen’s eyes grew even colder as he stepped toward Ling Ye, slowly raising his hand, and a purple sword appeared in his grasp out of thin air.

Bang!

With a forceful stomp on Ling Ye’s chest, Ye Wuchen looked down at him from above, his devilish smile intensifying while emanating a fearsome aura akin to Shura’s.

“You harm my woman a little, and I will have you repay tenfold! Which hand was it that injured her?”

The man’s aura was terrifying to the extreme, and Ling Ye’s face repeatedly changed in fear, yelling loudly, “Master, come save me!”

Whoosh!

With a swing of Ye Wuchen’s Purple Sword, he sever Ling Ye’s entire arm, blood splattering wildly. He quickly dodged to avoid the blood from staining his clothes.

“Aaaaahhhh!”

The pain was so intense that Ling Ye screamed in agony, his willpower the only thing preventing him from fainting on the spot.

“No!” The gray-robed elder’s eyes split with rage, filled with what seemed to be a bloodlust, “A gentleman seeks vengeance, it is not too late even after ten years. I will come back one day to take revenge, Ye’er, let’s go!”

Bang!

The gray-robed elder threw a Smoke Bomb at Ye Wuchen, suddenly engulfing the area in smoke. By the time the smoke had cleared, the master and disciple had vanished from the street…

“Yun Han!” Ye Wuchen’s eyes darkened as he stared at the spot where the master and disciple had disappeared, his sinister voice tinged with a hint of chill, “Inform the people of Ghost Hall that even if they must search every corner of the continent, they must find these two for me! They must not be allowed to live.”