All the guards of the Han family were exposed to their bodies on the spot, and the ground was covered in blood.

There was already a needle in the hall, and everyone didn't even dare to breathe, as if even breathing would anger Ji Haotian, the uninvited god of killing.

"Tread!"

More than a dozen men in brocade robes flashed into the hall. Looking closely, there were still blood stains on their clothes.

"See the young seat!"

A group of men in brocade robes bowed to Ji Haotian in an orderly manner.

"Still young, the cold here is too heavy, be careful of catching a cold!"

While Wen Keren was talking, he put a brocade cloak in his hand on Ji Haotian's shoulder, and ignored the killing in front of him. Wen Wan's eyes remained only on Ji Haotian.

For the people in Jiuzhou Pavilion, blood killing seems to be the most common thing in life.

And for Wen Keren, nothing in this world is more important than a few seats.

Ji Haotian, wearing a satin dragon cloak, was still motionless, but the pressure emitted by his body was very similar to the Zhen Palace Yama, which made the guests who were watching from afar seem to fall into an ice cave.

Nearly a hundred people in the hotel dared to look at Ji Haotian's eyes, for fear that he would cause death if he was not careful.

After Zhao Bi'an dealt with Han Hua, a sleeve knife appeared in his hand, and he rushed towards Han Yuande's location. For a moment, all the relatives and relatives of the Han family fell to the ground wailing.

Bloody peony!

Han Yuande looked at Zhao Bi'an who was like a murderer, and his heart became colder. The guards of the Han family were all ancient martial arts masters he hired at a high price. He thought that the security of the Bihai Hotel should be perfect, but he did not expect that these guards were silently killed by Ji Haotian's people.

Seeing the Han family splattering blood one by one, Han Yuande's eyes were red and he pointed at Ji Haotian and shouted:

"If someone present can kill this beast, I will give him 30% of the Han family's property! No! 50%!"

As the richest man in Yunzhou, Han Yuande's wealth is more than 10 billion yuan. If it were normal, he would have been flocking to it as soon as he said this, but today it was abnormal and there was not even a person who dared to respond.

Among the guests present at this moment, some people brought their servants and bodyguards, but those bodyguards also knew themselves. Perhaps it was easy for them to get rid of Ji Haotian who was standing still. However, facing Zhao Bi'an, who was unable to match the Han family's minions, they didn't even have the idea of ​​taking action.

Even if someone could really get rid of Ji Haotian by chance, how could Zhao Bi'an and the dozen or so masters in brocade robe let them go?

For such a business that has the fate of making money but not spending money, hundreds of guests have become ostrichs and are collectively silent.

"70%! I'll get 70% of my family's property!"

After Han Yuande finished yelling in one sentence, no one answered the hall except for the crying and wailing of the descendants of the Han family.

"Ninety percent!"

The atmosphere continues to solidify.

At this moment, a deep sense of powerlessness appeared in Han Yuande's heart.

As he looked at Ji Haotian, he was facing each other's eyes. Seeing the eyes that looked like a ferocious beast, Han Yuande's body trembled, completely losing his previous arrogance.

A past has come to my mind.

That day—

At the ceremony, the Chinese medical saint, Zhennan, was stabbed into the chest by his closed disciple Tian Yuanzheng in the name of offering tea.

Ji Haochen, the eldest son of the Ji family, desperately escorted his younger brother Ji Haotian to escape from the Ji family, but was forced to the cliff by the thieves and shot to death.

The Ji family in Yunzhou was bleeding, and all thirty-three of them were slaughtered. Ji Zhennan was even beheaded by Tian Yuanzheng himself and showed his corpse in the wilderness.

Han Yuande, who had received many favors from the Ji family, and other consortium heads of Yunzhou, all chose to stand by and even put down the wrong end.

Since that day, Han Yuande, as a meritorious minister who helped Tian Yuanzheng to rebel against other clans in Yunzhou, was strongly promoted and became a wealthy man in Yunzhou, and enjoyed all his wealth and glory for ten years.

But today, after seeing Ji Haotian's deep and bottomless eyes, Han Yuande finally realized that on the day ten years ago, he had already walked the road of the Han family.

His luck ended at this point.

Long gave birth to nine sons, and his second son, Yazi, had a strong personality and was brave and brave, good at fighting, bloodthirsty and murderous.

The two sons of the Ji family who stood proudly in front of him were exactly the same as the ferocious beast Yazi, who would be rewarded with virtue and revenge.

"thump!"

The huge pressure in his heart seemed to be destroying Han Won-de's body. Finally, his knees weakened and his knees hit the ground hard.

"Ji Haotian! I know I was wrong! Please stop! Let me let my Han family have a way out! Han Yuande's life is willing to leave it to you! Please leave a trace of blood for my Han family!"

Ten years of wealthy business career have made Han Yuande unable to remember when the last time he bowed to others. For Han Yuande, who is used to flattery and wealth, this kneeling means that his dignity in this life has been erased.

But this kneeling cannot save the Han family.

Han Yuande at this moment is very similar to the desperate young man who faced the destruction of his clan ten years ago but was unable to turn the world around.

"Puchi--"

"Gudong!"

Zhao Bi'an made extremely quick and neat moves, and in every move, the Han family's children kept falling down.

The splash of blood and broken limbs impacted the visual nerves of everyone present.

"No! No—!!!"

Han Yuande knelt on the ground, looking at the corpses and the trickle of blood gathering like a stream, as if he had become more than a teenager in an instant, the white hair on his head began to become messy, and tears were lingering on his wrinkled face.

"Gudong!"

The last man from the Han family fell down with a bang.

After Zhao Bi'an slaughtered all the Han clan, only Han Yuande was left behind. After suppressing the fanaticism and bloodthirst in his eyes, he spoke respectfully to Ji Haotian:

"Young man, the thirty-two people of the Han family, have all been killed. In addition, this old dog, there are exactly thirty-three people!"

Ji Haotian looked at Han Yuande coldly:

"Where is Tian Yuan?"

Han Yuande, who was as white as paper, had a chilling spine when Ji Haotian stared at him:

"After Tian Yuanzheng subverted the Ji family, he stayed in Yunzhou for only one year, and then he dispersed all the Ji family's property and disappeared without a trace."

Han Wonde swallowed his saliva:

"Tian Yuanzheng is not interested in worldly affairs. His long-cherished wish is always those hidden sects that are not born in the world. I have long lost his news."

"Since that's the case, your life is worthless."

Ji Haotian's voice was cold, and Zhao Bi'an stepped forward with a knife.

"Please spare my life as a nephew of the Ji family for many years! Someone is alive! There are still people in the Ji family!"

Han Yuande's face was pale and was asking for mercy, but suddenly he remembered a life-saving straw and screamed loudly:

"Your mother Ling Qiaoyun and sister Ji Susu! They are still alive! After Tian Yuan was overthrowing the Ji family, for some reason, let them go. Now they live in Ping'an Town on the outskirts of the city. As long as you are willing to let me go, I can send someone to see you immediately!"

"Shut up!"

Ji Haotian shouted angrily, and his power increased:

"After your instruction over the years, my mother and sister have been bullied so much? Could it be that you really think I am ignorant of it?"

Han Yuande was shocked and looked at Zhao Bi'an, covered in blood, his eyes were filled with fear, and his words began to be incoherent:

"Nephew Haotian, I, Han Yuande, deserve to die, but now my family has already paid my life. Now I have told you all the news I know. I also ask you to give up your hands and leave my old life!!"

Ji Haotian's eyes swept over Han Yuande's old face and spoke calmly:

"I've ruined his hands and feet, poked his eyes, pulled his tongue and harshly, so that he can live!"

"What?!"

Han Wonde was frightened and a mouthful of old blood surged into his throat.

"Puff!"

Zhao Bi'an took a step faster, and silver light flashed by his sleeve, and Han Yuande's eyes had turned into a bloodline.

"ah--!!"

Han Yuande wailed shrillly.

"I want you to experience how much hatred I have in my heart over the past ten years. I want you to know how painful it will be to endure the torture of life!"

Han Yuande only heard half of Ji Haotian's words, because next, Zhao Bi'an had already deafened his ears.

"Gudong!"

A few seconds later, Han Won-de, whose hands and feet were broken, fell softly to the ground.

"retribution!"

Zhao Bi'an wiped the knife in his hand with Han Yuande's bright red robe and walked towards Ji Haotian.

"Second seat, what should I do next?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Haotian glanced at the guests hiding around, trembling, expressionless:

"All the heads of the chaebol who participated in the Korean family banquet today will cut off one finger to show punishment!"

In the snow, the guests witnessed Ji Haotian and his group stepping away with their own eyes, silent as if they were not afraid to make a sound, and the panic and envy in their eyes were repeatedly intertwined.

"Click!"

A thunder suddenly rose.

"It's a change!"
Chapter completed!