Apocalypse: Why did you provoke her? She's a cultivator.

Chapter 103 How dare Chu Qingyang hurt Sister Ye?
The woman was still throwing a tantrum on the ground, completely unaware that death was imminent.

She wasn't unaware of Ye Qiumian's cold gaze, but she was certain that Ye Qiumian wouldn't dare kill her in front of so many people.

The little boy saw his mother crying and screaming, and got so angry that he jumped up from the ground.

Those eyes were filled with resentment as she swung her little fists and punched Ye Qiumian hard in the stomach.

Ye Qiu Mian's eyes were icy cold as she raised her foot and kicked him away.

"Ahhh..." The little boy fell to the ground and howled loudly.

The voice was like a demonic chant, causing everyone's brows to furrow deeply.

When the woman saw that Ye Qiumian dared to kick her precious son, she jumped up from the ground instantly.

"You actually laid a hand on a child! You're worse than an animal, you filthy bitch, you rotten thing..."

The woman's eyes were fierce; she looked as if she wanted to kill Ye Qiumian.

However, she dared not make a move because the other side had a large number of people.

He could only check on the little boy's injuries while cursing and swearing.

Ye Qiumian was not a particularly philanthropic person to begin with, especially since the other party had come to her first.

Is she some kind of easy-going slut?

Nan Shaohua's face darkened as he heard the woman spewing vulgarities.

His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he was about to step forward to kill her when Ye Qiu Mian stopped him with a gesture.

Nan Shaohua thought Ye Qiumian wanted to let the mother and son go.

He looked at Ye Qiumian in disbelief, "Sister Ye, she deserves to die!"

To everyone's surprise, Ye Qiu Mian nodded, "Of course he deserves to die, but I want to do it myself."

Nan Shao suddenly realized what was happening and silently retreated to the back.

As Ye Qiumian approached step by step, the woman finally felt afraid and kept backing away while holding the little boy.

"You, you stay away!" the woman warned in a panic.

The little boy was being protected by the woman, his eyes glaring fiercely at her.

"You wicked woman! You vicious woman, I'll kill you when I grow up!"

The woman was so frightened that she quickly covered his mouth and whispered, "Shh, don't talk."

Ye Qiumian strode forward and kicked the two of them away.

Then suddenly a wooden board appeared in his hand, and he slapped it at the woman's mouth from both sides.

After being hit a few times, the woman's face swelled up, looking like a pig's head—a truly horrible sight.

"If you dare hit my mom, I'll kill you!" The little boy charged forward in a rage.

Holding a piece of iron he had picked up at some point, he menacingly tried to stab Ye Qiu Mian to death.

Ye Qiumian picked up the disfigured woman, moved her forward, and met the sharp iron block held by the little boy.

With a "thud," the iron block pierced the woman's lower back, causing her to scream in agony.

Ye Qiumian ignored her and pushed hard, causing the woman to fall onto the little boy.

There was only a very faint thud as a sharp blade pierced into flesh.

The woman who was on top of the little boy suddenly widened her eyes, twisted her body a few times, and then became completely still.

The little boy she had pinned down was deathly pale and had fallen into a coma, his breathing growing weaker and weaker.

Those around watched this scene with complicated expressions, silently moving away from Ye Qiumian and her group.

The mother and son's fate was something they had expected, yet they still felt a pang of sadness.

In this world, death is all too common.

However, many people still find it somewhat cruel.

Ye Qiumian sat back down on the small stool and calmly finished eating the mutton soup with baked flatbread. The others also sat back down to eat their dinner.

Soon, darkness completely enveloped everything. After the little boy's breath ceased, Chu Qingyang instructed three team members to throw the two bodies into the pile of abandoned cars in front.

Ye Qiumian called Chu Qingyang over, "I need to temper my body tonight, so I'll trouble you to draw down the lightning."

His cultivation level temporarily entered a stable period, and coincidentally, Chu Qingyang's superpower also broke through to level six, making his lightning power much stronger.

It also has a better effect on her body tempering.

Chu Qingyang nodded quickly, a smile in his eyes.

During this time, Ye Qiumian hadn't sought him out for body tempering, and he always felt a sense of crisis, a feeling of gain and loss.

Ye Qiumian finally came to see him today. Although he appeared calm on the surface, he was actually overjoyed inside.

Seeing the two leave the road, the others huddled around Nan Shaohua and whispered, "Do you know where they're going?"

Nan Shaohua said meaningfully, "You'll find out soon enough."

Ye Qiumian and Chu Qingyang arrived outside the highway, in a vast, open field.

The field was pitch black. They were about to use lightning to temper their bodies, and no matter what they took out, it wouldn't be enough to withstand the damage from the lightning.

She took out a set of ordinary clothes and put them on, then put away her ceremonial robes, signaling to Chu Qingyang that they could begin.

Ye Qiumian raised her voice and said, "We can begin."

Upon hearing her words, Chu Qingyang raised his right hand and began to condense thunderclouds by channeling his supernatural power.

Clusters of dark gray thunderclouds surged overhead, growing heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, a bright silver light cleaved through the thick clouds, followed by a muffled rumble of thunder from within them.

The thunder roared like a giant drum being struck, making people's membranes buzz.

Suddenly, lightning bolts shot out from the thunderclouds, cleaving through the darkness in an instant, and struck directly at Ye Qiu Mian's head.

Chu Qingyang pursed his lips tightly. Although he knew she was powerful, lightning was just a tool for tempering her body.

But he still couldn't help worrying that she would be hurt by the lightning.

In the darkness, Ye Qiumian looked up at the bolt of lightning and silently circulated her body-tempering technique.

Her expression showed no fear; she stood there resolutely, facing the lightning bolt.

The moment the lightning struck, the body-tempering technique was activated to its maximum, and the power of the lightning was continuously absorbed to temper the body.

On the side of the road, in the split second that lightning struck, Zhu Qihong and his team witnessed a scene that deeply moved them.

A bolt of lightning, as thick as a finger, struck Ye Qiumian.

Zhu Qihong looked on in disbelief, even doubting that he was seeing things.

So he turned around and tugged at the person behind him, asking urgently, "What did you just see?"

The man looked bewildered and hesitated before saying, "I saw Chu Qingyang striking Sister Ye with lightning."

Zhu Qihong was still somewhat incredulous, and immediately looked at the others. Someone said, "I saw it too."

Only then did he believe he hadn't misread it, and a surge of rage welled up inside him. "Damn it, Chu Qingyang actually dared to hurt Sister Ye! I will never let him get away with this!"

As he spoke, he lifted his foot and headed towards Ye Qiumian and Chu Qingyang.

He had just taken a step when Nan Shaohua stopped him, saying, "Don't worry, Sister Ye is just tempering her body."

"Temper the body?" Zhu Qihong was completely baffled when he heard this.

Sister Ye is currently undergoing body tempering, so he can't let Zhu Qihong disturb her.

Nan Shaohua had no choice but to reveal that Ye Qiumian was using the power of lightning to temper her body.

After he finished speaking, Nan Shaohua saw Zhu Qihong's surprised and admiring eyes.

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