Upon hearing Li Xuanyu’s words, Jin Zhonghui, Cui Bancheng, Yin Guoping, and the heads of the other three major chaebol families all drastically changed their expressions.
Cui Bancheng slammed the table and stood up, shouting angrily: "Strike first to gain the upper hand. We hold the advantage now; let’s kill this little wench and immediately withdraw from the Divine Continent."
"Attack!" Jin Zhonghui directly ordered.
Yin Guoping also issued orders for action to the elite of the Yin Family.
Instantly, martial arts elites reared by the six families surged toward Li Xuanyu.
The guards beside Li Xuanyu’s expression drastically changed, each one in a cold sweat, their expressions exceedingly grim.
But they still dutifully stood in front of Li Xuanyu, one of them hurriedly urging: "Family Head, leave quickly, we’ll hold them back for a while."
Li Xuanyu’s eyes glinted with a cold light, sneering: "With just them, they aren’t qualified to make me flee in disarray."
As she spoke, the enemy martial artists had already charged over, with the four guards steadfastly defending her and engaging in combat with the enemy.
Suddenly, gunshots rang out, startling everyone to duck down and avoid.
Li Xuanyu flickered her figure and simultaneously reached to her waist to draw out a soft sword. Amidst the dazzling cold light, there were several crisp clinks, sparks flew as three bullets aimed at her were sliced away.
Li Xuanyu shouted aloud.
Simultaneously, the wall behind Li Xuanyu suddenly exploded with a large hole.
A person flashed out from inside, charging toward those chasing Li Xuanyu.
Like chopping melons and vegetables, in the swing of blades, three late-stage Energy Transformation Realm elite martial artists from the Korean Martial World were instantly bisected.
The first to strike was Umekawa Taro.
His current cultivation realm far surpassed before, his combat power soared enormously.
With one strike, his foes who barely survived a couple of rounds against him in the past were instantly killed, three at a time.
Following that, Xu Yunshan, Xu Liangyou, Xu Xiao, Wang Chengcuo, and Luo Yong five consecutively joined the fray.
An oppressive and despair-inducing aura instantly welled up deep in the souls of the martial artists cultivated by the six major chaebol families.
Among them, the strongest was merely at the early stage of the Innate Realm, most were late-stage Energy Transformation Third Rank, and some were even middle third-grade Martial Artists.
Facing the sudden appearance of six Innate Realm powerhouses like Umekawa Taro emitting pressure, despite their numbers, their morale was instantly overshadowed.
Especially when Umekawa Taro brandished his knife and cut down several people; seeing peers equal or stronger turned out to be as fragile as papier-mâché, the remaining ones’ bloodlust and bravery in their hearts were doused on the spot.
The disparity in strength was too vast, to the extent of causing despair.
The most horrifying part was, there wasn’t only Umekawa Taro, but the other five judging by their aura were not much weaker.
However, though these individuals were daunted, the Xu Family’s three brothers, Wang Chengcuo, and Luo Yong showed no restraint.
The fight has begun; some must be killed, right?
Instantly, although the enemy had many, the situation was instantly dominated and controlled by people like Umekawa Taro.
Seeing Umekawa Taro and the others wipe out more than ten people in a flash, Li Xuanyu was both startled and heartbroken, immediately shouting: "Stop, don’t kill."
These were the elite of the Korean Martial World, after all.
Although they were not the trusted subordinates of the Li Family’s Financial Group, those individuals were genuine blood of the Republic of Korea; the Korean population is small, and the martial artist base even smaller; cultivating such martial artists is extremely arduous.
Now, because of those few foolish ones, more than ten elite martial artists wasted their lives; Li Xuanyu was heartbroken.
Upon hearing Li Xuanyu’s shout, Umekawa Taro and the others ceased their slaughter.
Wang Chengcuo laughed heartily, saying: "This wasn’t even warming up yet, hardly satisfying."
Luo Yong’s mouth twitched, inwardly thinking you brat went abroad with Yang Fei last time, your murderous aura has grown heavier indeed.
Umekawa Taro’s blade rested against Jin Zhonghui’s throat; the latter drenched in sweat, face filled with terror, his body trembling as his lower half became wet.
Though he himself was originally an Energy Transformation Eighth Rank martial artist, when Umekawa Taro charged just now, that blade eliminated any courage to resist.
He merely felt, even if Li Xuanyu timely ordered a halt, should he resist, this blade would claim his life.
The battle seemed to begin, yet appeared not to.
Were it not for the bloody atmosphere filling the room, and eleven corpses lying around, everyone might have felt just now no action had been taken at all.
It ended too swiftly.
The enemy just moved, instantly slain eleven; even the commander had a knife at his throat.
That’s utterly one-sided crushing.
Simply not in the same league; what’s the point of fighting, huh?
The remaining martial artists reared by the six families dropped their weapons, raising hands over heads, indicating willingness to surrender.
Cui Bancheng, Yin Guoping, and three other chairmen also turned pale, trembling.
Yin Guoping gazed pleadingly at Li Xuanyu, saying: "Li... President Li, we surrender; my Yin Family will obey you entirely."
Li Xuanyu walked over, looking at the gun in his hand.
It was he who first seized the chaos to shoot at Li Xuanyu; had Li Xuanyu not been strong herself and reacted fast, she would be injured even if not killed.
Yin Guoping’s body shivered, face hastily turning pale as he dropped the gun in his hand onto the ground.
Li Xuanyu said coldly: "You better not make decisions for the Yin Family."
Yin Guoping’s expression drastically changed, assuming Li Xuanyu intended to interfere in the Yin Family affairs, removing him as family head; immediately showing a face of defiance and resentment.
Yet in the next moment, his face showed fear.
A cold gleam flashed.
Yin Guoping instinctively recoiled backward, however it was too late, unable to react.
Terrified, he clutched his throat with both hands.
Blood spurting uncontrollably between his fingers.
In the next moment, his face displayed immense fear.
He chaotically tried grabbing onto something.
Then, his head and body separated, blood squirting from the neck.
It looked like he himself removed his head.
As life’s functions rapidly vanished, Yin Guoping’s head dropped from his hands, rolling and stopping at Cui Bancheng’s feet.
Cui Bancheng collapsed onto the ground, then crawled backward hand and foot, shrieking incessantly.
The Korean Chaebol Family members stared fearfully at Li Xuanyu, not expecting such a gentle and pretty woman capable of beheading someone.
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Seeing Yin Guoping, who just yesterday was his carousing mate, now head apart from body, eyes wide, face frozen in a horrific despair, he too crumbled to the ground upon Umekawa Taro’s blade aimed at his throat.
Regardless of being martial artists, when truly confronting death, they are no different from average people.
Especially high-born elites controlling their destiny all their lives.
Li Xuanyu gently wiped blood from the sword, on Jin Zhonghui’s clothes, saying softly: "How can the dead lead? Agree, Jin Family Master?"