The Strongest Villain Personality At The Beginning

At this time, the streets were filled with scattered corpses and severed arms. The strong smell of blood filled the entire street, and the surrounding area had long been turned into ruins.

Even the many onlookers just now were crawling on the ground dying, looking extremely painful.

Ye Family Ye Batian suddenly got up, and his heart became fierce. He dared to hurt my grandson, and energy suddenly surged in his body.

When Ye Changsheng and the rest of the Ye family saw this, it seemed that the old man was going to take action. At the moment, no one cared about what kind of problems they would face in the future.

After all, Ye Muchen is the root of the Ye family. As long as he takes good care of himself, the Ye family will naturally get back on its feet.

When Ran Qi saw Mr. Ye's attitude, he roared: "Master Ye, are you crazy? I'm so immature. Don't you understand what you want to happen to the Ye family in the future?"

"I can't control that much. Ye Muchen is the soul of our Ye family. No matter who dares to touch my grandson, I will protect him even if I risk my life!"

Ye Batian suddenly shouted loudly and punched Ran Qi.

"MD wants the old guy to death!"

Ran Qi turned back, kicked out, and hit the opponent's fist. Ye Batian took a few steps backwards, his whole body trembled slightly, and he thought to himself, it seems that he is really old and no longer useful.

Ye Changsheng, Ye Ning, and Ye Yuntian stood up and supported Lao Yezi, "Dad, let's do it. You can just rest. You can't fall down, and the Ye family can't live without you!"

The tears in Lin Meiru's eyes couldn't stop flowing down, looking at Ye Muchen, her husband and Mr. Ye in the flames of war.

"Die!"

Ranqi went straight towards Yeba Laotian and the others with a surge of momentum, leaping high in the air and leaving several afterimages.

It can be seen that the offensive is extremely fierce and has no intention of leaving the opponent alive.

Just when the fierce punch was about to hit Ye Batian, a strong wind blew around him, and a strange figure instantly appeared in front of Ran Qi's eyes.

He saw the opponent pressing his head with one hand, and boom, the endless domineering force was as fierce as the wind. Ran Qi felt that the huge power above his head directly made his body move continuously.

As an explosion roared, the eye-catching muscles on Ye Muchen's right hand burst open, and the clothes on his arm were shattered. It was obvious at a glance that it contained terrifying power.

boom......

When the smoke and dust disappeared, Ye Muchen's right hand was seen firmly pressing Ranqi's head into the concave boulder in the pit dozens of meters away.

Ranqi's limbs twitched slightly and died.

Yingdong stood above the huge pothole and looked at Ye Muchen's seemingly thin figure, but there was a huge wave in his heart. This boy's strength has actually reached such a level.

Ye Muchen stood up slowly and stared at the skinny old man above: "It's your turn!"

"Haha, if I can fight with such a young and powerful boy in my lifetime, I will die without any regrets!"

Yingdong laughed at himself.

He jumped up fiercely, and the power hidden in his thin body was fully unleashed. The buzzing blue flames enveloped his whole body and quickly attacked Ye Muchen below.

Ye Muchen did not dodge, he pushed his toes and legs, and wheeze... he rushed forward fiercely, and his two fists collided with each other with extremely tyrannical force.

With two fists as the center, the airflow generated by the collision spreads at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye.

The astonishing force of the collision caused people on the ground to sit on the ground, unable to stand firm.

Everyone's hands suddenly blocked the aftermath of the impact. Everyone's face was slightly deformed when the air flow hit them, and their clothes danced wildly in the wind.

Many ordinary people were even thrown high into the air and hit the ground heavily.

...

Yingdong was hit by the opponent's tyrannical force and was thrown into the sky. Ye Muchen followed closely and in the blink of an eye, he was above the old man. (bcda)

Bang! A kick flew out, hitting the opponent's back directly.

It was obvious that this kick directly shattered the old man's back, hitting the ground with an extremely powerful impact.

Boom! A roar resounded throughout the world.

The billowing dust and smoke dissipated, and Ye Muchen stood calmly on the spot, scanning the eyes of tens of thousands of people around him, and roared: "Anyone who offends my Ye family will be punished no matter how far away!"

The psychic armed personnel who came later were all frightened to the spot. At this moment, Ye Muchen was a god of murder in their eyes, an out-and-out god of murder!

Looking at Ye Muchen's calm figure, everyone couldn't help but stand up.

Ye Muchen went straight to one of the small bosses who came here with psychic weapons. Everyone seemed to have opened a path for him intentionally or unintentionally, and they all gave way.

At this time, Du Hao was in the distance asking about the current situation of Ran Qi and Uncle Ying, a psychic armed personnel!

Just when the man was about to speak, his expression suddenly became extremely stiff, and blood suddenly overflowed from his mouth. His body twitched slightly, and he fell to the ground.

The moment the opponent fell to the ground, the hidden murderer suddenly appeared in Du Hao's eyes.

"How about I answer the question you just asked? The three little bosses who came here are all dead except you!"

Ye Muchen spoke coldly, his hands still dripping with blood from the splatter.

"Tick-tick-tick!" The sound of blood drops falling to the ground was so clear at this moment, and the whole street suddenly became quiet. Du Hao looked at Ye Muchen who was so close in horror, as if he saw a devil, his whole body Trembling.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Du Hao stuttered, his extraordinary face turned pale at this time, and his figure subconsciously stepped back. On the contrary, Ye Muchen was approaching step by step.

Ye Muchen smiled coldly and asked: "What do you think? You should ask yourself this! Aren't you here to tie me up? I'm standing here!"

Du Hao's path had already been blocked by the ruins behind him, and he had no way to retreat. He sat down on the ground weakly, big tears rolling down from his yellow eyes. At this moment, he regretted provoking the man in front of him.

"Spare me, please spare me. Please forgive me because I am the little leader of a psychic weapon. I have been poisoned for a long time and have only a few years to live..."

Du Hao crawled on the ground and cried hoarsely, completely losing his majesty as a psychic armed personnel.

Ye Muchen knew what the other party was thinking, and he wanted to delay as much time as possible, waiting for other personnel to come to the rescue.

"I forgive you haha, I want to, but my strength doesn't allow it!".