After hanging up the phone, Ye Luo said to Lin Xiaoyan, "Xiaoyan, I have something to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first. You should head back soon."

"Mmm, goodbye, Brother Ye!"

Lin Xiaoyan watched him leave, speaking tenderly. Ye Luo then quickly left the place.

Watching Ye Luo’s retreating figure, Lin Xiaoyan’s eyes revealed a complex expression, tangled yet sweet, much like a lovestruck girl.

In a certain place in Zhonghai’s Eastern District stood a courtyard house, where Poisonous Scorpion and his gang of followers resided.

In one of the rooms of the courtyard house, Poisonous Scorpion sat smoking a cigarette, enveloped in swirling smoke.

Next to Poisonous Scorpion sat his top henchman, Hei Hu, who was drinking with a disgruntled expression.

"Boss, why are we staying here? Why not stay at a hotel where we could get some girls too?"

"We’re not here for fun. It’s better not to expose our whereabouts too much. Otherwise, if that kid gets wind of us beforehand and becomes prepared, it won’t be good."

Poisonous Scorpion took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, but what he didn’t realize was that Ye Luo had already learned of their whereabouts.

"Boss, I think we should just confront him directly. With your strength and mine, plus the eight Poison Hands, taking him down shouldn’t be a problem."

Hei Hu spoke dismissively. Not only had he and Poisonous Scorpion come to Zhonghai, but the infamous eight Poison Hands of Poisonous Scorpion’s had also arrived.

All eight Poison Hands were experts carefully cultivated by Poisonous Scorpion, each possessing the strength of the Houtian Peak, and their poison palm cultivation meant that together, they could annihilate even an expert of the Innate Realm.

Hei Hu believed that with his strength and that of Poisonous Scorpion, plus the eight Poison Hands, they were more than a match for Ye Luo and didn’t need to be so cautious.

"Every matter must be approached with caution. Since Ye Luo was able to injure Old Wu, his strength should not be underestimated. We must ensure there is no room for failure, or you should know what awaits us."

Poisonous Scorpion exhaled a plume of smoke, his eyes narrowing, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Ye Luo, driving his BMW, had already arrived outside the courtyard house. He got out of the car and stared at the courtyard. With the help of his Clairvoyant Eye, he could see everything inside the courtyard clearly.

With a cold smile on his lips, Ye Luo’s eyes glinted with ice-cold sharpness, his body exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Since these people were here to kill him, Ye Luo had no intention of showing any mercy and walked straight over.

With a loud bang, the iron gate of the courtyard flew off its hinges, startling two of Poisonous Scorpion’s henchmen inside. They quickly brandished their sharp knives at Ye Luo.

"Who are you?"

The two men bellowed fiercely, but Ye Luo didn’t give them the chance to continue. In a flash, he appeared in front of them and struck out with his hands, gripping their throats.

Crack! Crack!

Two crisp sounds of bone breaking echoed abruptly in the quiet night. Their heads tilted, and they slumped to the ground lifelessly.

The next second, the rest of Poisonous Scorpion’s subordinates all rushed out of the courtyard. More than twenty people gathered, among them eight dressed in black with dark hands and an aura that was ominously cold, unmistakably the eight Poison Hands.

Soon after, Poisonous Scorpion’s and Hei Hu’s figures appeared in the courtyard, both fixing their gaze on Ye Luo.

"It’s you!"

Poisonous Scorpion’s face darkened, slightly surprised as he spat out, recognizing Ye Luo from the information they had seen before their arrival.

However, what Poisonous Scorpion and the others had not expected was that Ye Luo would come to them on his own initiative before they had even made a move.

"You’re the Poisonous Scorpion!"

With his eyes fixed on Poisonous Scorpion, Ye Luo spoke coldly, his hands clasped before his chest, displaying a casual demeanor.

"It seems you’re indeed not simple, to have learned of our presence so quickly."

Poisonous Scorpion’s eyes, cold and ruthless, narrowed into pinpricks, his whole body exuding an icy aura as the might of the Innate Realm spread out around him.

"If you want to kill me, of course I need to know," Ye Luo said, "I generally don’t like trouble, but if someone targets me, I won’t show any mercy, especially those who want me dead, they only have death!"

Ye Luo hummed vigorously.

"Young man, you’re so arrogant at such a young age, today I will teach you a lesson," said Poisonous Scorpion.

Hei Hu, standing by Poisonous Scorpion’s side, could hardly endure it, his face clouded over, and with a leap, he flew toward Ye Luo, throwing out a heavy, momentum-filled punch that, in the quiet darkness of the night, brought a violent gale.

The gale whooshed, the strong punch erupting with power, a punch that could shatter stone and rend metal.

In the face of Hei Hu’s full-strength strike, Ye Luo simply tilted his head slightly to dodge, then counterattacked with his right hand.

Hei Hu was quick to react; his other hand swung out fiercely, blocking Ye Luo’s blow while his body spun, unleashing a sweeping leg kick like an iron rod, the force tearing through the void and hissing, a kick that could be lethal on impact.

Ye Luo’s body twisted eerily, Avoiding the leg that brushed past him, he turned his hand into a blade and chopped fiercely at Hei Hu’s leg.

Bang!

The hand blade, laden with powerful True Qi, struck Hei Hu’s calf. The latter’s face changed immediately, he staggered backwards, his calf trembling.

"Attack!"

Poisonous Scorpion barked, and the twenty or so people present all swung their weapons towards Ye Luo, with the eight Great Poison Hands taking the lead. These eight brandished their pitch-black palms at Ye Luo, wrapping them in thick poison.

They had cultivated poisonous palms, their hands filled with a terrifyingly deadly poison. Once touched, it could cause death by poisoning in an instant. That was their formidable power.

Unfortunately for them, they had encountered Ye Luo, the Divine Doctor who had no fear of poison whatsoever.

The eight formed a formation and launched an attack from all directions at Ye Luo, myriad poisonous palms hurling towards him, sealing off all his escape routes.

Ye Luo stood still, simply standing quietly in place as the eight poisonous palms all bombarded him, with endless poison seeping into his body.

"Hahaha, this kid is really arrogant, daring to resist the poison hands of eight men with his flesh. He’s probably about to turn into a skeleton right now," Hei Hu laughed out loud. But the next second, his expression froze.

The eight poisonous palms bombed Ye Luo without causing any sign of poisoning, as the Nine Yang True Qi within Ye Luo’s body burst out with great force.