The Han family's guards all exposed the corpses on the spot, and the ground was bloody.

The needles in the hall could already be heard, and everyone didn't even dare to breathe, as if even breathing would anger Ji Haotian, the uninvited killing god.

"Stomp!"

More than a dozen brocade-robed men appeared in the hall, and if you look closely, you can see that these people still have a little blood stain on their clothes.

"See the young seats!"

A group of men in brocade robes bowed their heads to Ji Haotian in unison.

"Shaoza, it's too cold here, be careful of catching a cold!"

As Wen Keren spoke, he put a brocade cloak in his hand on Ji Haotian's shoulder, ignoring the killing in front of him, and his gentle gaze always stayed on Ji Haotian alone.

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

And for Wen Keren, nothing in this world is more important than Shaoza.

Ji Haotian, who was wearing a satin dragon cloak, was still standing still, but the coercion exuded by his body was similar to that of Zhendian Yama, which had already made those guests who watched from afar feel like falling into an ice cave.

Of the nearly 100 people in the hotel, none of them dared to look at Ji Haotian's eyes, for fear that he would be killed if he was not careful.

After Zhao Bi'an dealt with Hanwha, a sleeve knife appeared in his hand, and he dodged and pounced on Han Yuande's location, and for a while, all the relatives and relatives of the Han family fell to the ground in wailing.

Scarlet!

Han Yuande looked at Zhao Bi'an, who was murderous, and his heart became colder and colder, these guards of the Han family were all ancient martial arts masters hired by him at a high price, he thought that the security of the Bihai Hotel should be seamless, but he didn't expect that these guards had been killed by Ji Haotian's people in a silent manner.

Seeing the blood of the Han family splashed on the spot one by one, Han Yuande's eyes were red, and he pointed at Ji Haotian and roared:

"Someone present can kill this fang, I will give him the Han family's property of Sancheng...... No, fifty percent!"

Han Yuande, as the richest man in Yunzhou, has a net worth of more than 10 billion, if it is changed in normal times, as soon as his words come out, he will inevitably rush to respond, but today it is abnormal, and there is no one who dares to respond.

Among the guests present at this moment, there were also people with their attendants and bodyguards, but those bodyguards also had self-knowledge, maybe it was easy for them to get rid of Ji Haotian who was standing still, but in the face of Zhao Bi'an, who was powerless to match even the minions of the Han family, they didn't even have the idea of making a move.

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

For this kind of business with a life to make money and no life to spend money, hundreds of guests all became ostriches and collectively remained silent.

"Seventy percent! I came out of the Han family's seventy percent property!"

After Han Yuande finished shouting a word, no one in the hall answered except for the cries and wails of the descendants of the Han family.

"Ninety percent!"

The atmosphere continues to solidify.

At this moment, Han Yuande felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

As far as the eye could see, he was facing Ji Haotian's eyes, and seeing those eyes like fierce beasts, Han Yuande's body trembled, and he completely lost his previous arrogance.

A piece of the past came flooding back to me.

That day—

Ji Zhennan, a generation of Chinese medicine saints, was stabbed in the chest by Tian Yuanzheng, a disciple of the closed door, in the name of serving tea.

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

The blood of the Ji family in Yunzhou flowed like a river, and the thirty-three members of the family were slaughtered, and Ji Zhennan was personally beheaded by Tian Yuanzheng, and the corpse was in the wilderness.

Han Yuande, who originally received a lot of favors from the Ji family, and other consortium heads in Yunzhou all chose to stand by and watch, and even fell into the ground.

Since that day, Han Yuande, as a meritorious minister who helped Tian Yuanzheng to oppose other clans in Yunzhou, has been vigorously promoted and has become a huge rich man in Yunzhou, enjoying wealth and glory for ten years.

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

His luck is over.

Long gave birth to nine sons, and his second son, Jianwei, has a strong personality, is brave and good at fighting, and is bloodthirsty and murderous.

And the second son of the Ji family, who stood proudly in front of him, was exactly the same as the fierce beast that would repay his grievances and revenge.

"Plop!"

The huge pressure in his heart seemed to be destroying Han Yuande's body, and he finally weakened his knees and slammed his knees on the ground.

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

Ten years of rich businessman career, Han Yuande can't remember clearly when he last bowed his head to others, for Han Yuande, who is accustomed to flattery and fine clothes, this kneeling means that his dignity in this life has been completely erased.

But this kneeling could not save the Han family.

At this moment, Han Yuande is very much like the desperate boy who faced the destruction of the clan ten years ago, but was powerless to return to the sky.

"Poof—"

"Goo-dong!"

Zhao Bi'an's move was extremely crisp and neat, and in his gestures, the children of the Han family kept falling.

Splashes of blood and severed limbs struck the optic nerves of everyone present.

"No! No——!!!"

Han Yuande knelt on the ground, looking at the corpses and the trickling blood that gathered like a stream, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant, the white hair on his head began to become messy, and the wrinkled face was full of old tears.

"Goo-dong!"

The last member of the Han family collapsed with a bang.

After Zhao Bi'an slaughtered the Han family, leaving only Han Yuande alone, after forcibly suppressing the fanaticism and bloodlust in his eyes, he spoke to Ji Haotian respectfully:

"Shaoza, the thirty-two members of the Han family have all been killed, plus this old dog, there are just thirty-three people!"

Ji Haotian glanced at Han Yuande coldly:

"Where is Tian Yuan?"

Han Yuande, whose face was as white as paper, was stared at by Ji Haotian's cold gaze:

After Tian Yuanzheng overthrew the Ji family in the year, he only stayed in Yunzhou for one year, and then scattered all the property of the Ji family and disappeared without a trace. ”

Han Yuande swallowed his saliva:

"Tian Yuanzheng is not in love with worldly things, his long-cherished wish has always been those hidden sects that are not in the world, and I have long lost his news. ”

"In that case, your life is worthless. ”

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

"Please remember that I have served the Ji family faithfully for many years, and spare my dog's life...... That's right! There are still people alive in the Ji family!"

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

"Your mother Ling Qiaoyun and sister Ji Susu! They are still alive! After Tian Yuanzheng overthrew the Ji family, for some reason, he spared their mother and daughter, and 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 immediately send someone to take you to meet them!"

"Shut up!"

Ji Haotian shouted angrily, and his coercion increased:

"How much has my mother and sister been bullied over the years under your instructions, don't you really know what I do?!"

Han Yuande's heart was shocked, and he looked at Zhao Bi'an, who was covered in blood, his eyes were already full of fear, and he began to speak incoherently:

"Haotian nephew, I, Han Yuande, really deserve to die, but now my family has died...... Now that I have told you all the news I know, I beg you to raise your noble hand and leave me with this old life!!"

Ji Haotian's gaze swept over Han Yuande's old face, and he said indifferently:

"Waste his hands and feet, poke his eyes and tongue piercing, and let him live!"

"What?!"

Han Yuande was frightened, and a mouthful of old blood gushed up in his throat.

"Poof!"

Zhao Bi'an took a step faster, the silver light of the sleeve knife flashed, and Han Yuande's eyes had turned into a blood line.

"Ah——!!h

Han Wonde wailed bitterly.

"I want you to experience how much hatred I have in my heart in the past ten years, and I want you to know how painful it will be to live and endure suffering compared to death!"

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

"Goo-dong!"

A few seconds later, Han Wondeok, who had broken his hands and feet, fell to the ground softly.

"Retribution!"

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

"Lesser, what's next?"

When Ji Haotian heard this, his eyes glanced at the guests who were hiding around and trembling, and his face was expressionless:

"All the chaebol family heads who participated in the Han family's banquet today will each cut off their fingers as a punishment!"

......

In the snow, all the guests witnessed Ji Haotian and his party striding away, silent, not daring to make a sound, and a series of emotions such as fear, incomprehension, and envy in their eyes were repeatedly intertwined.

"Click!"

There was a thunderclap.

"It's changed!"

"Yes, the sky in Yunzhou is about to change!"