Noble Husband At the Door (Antonio) novel Chapter 3881

It was like the early morning after a complete carnival, but also like the midnight after a busy time. It was so quiet that it made people feel a little scary. Even it was so quiet that even the breath could make people feel the slight swaying of their hair because of the wind.

The clouds dissipated, and the first sun in the sky shone on the earth again. It was like a newborn.

The crowd on the ground all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.

Not only them, but also the four great masters and Tao Tie of Evil in the air also put down the fierce fight between them at this time. They looked up at the sky. They were stunned and opened their mouths wide. They didn't even dare to blink.

At this moment, on the top of the clouds, two young people were standing face to face, floating in the air.

Both of them held long swords in their hands. One of them raised his sword, while the other put it down.

One put the sword down slightly between his legs. The sword body was weak, but the hand at the hilt was tightly clenched. The one who lifted the sword was powerful, but the hand holding the hilt was unusually relaxed. Looking along the sword body, the incomparably sharp sword tip was in front of the throat of a person.

Samuel was smiling, while Ye Shijun's eyes were filled with hatred and unwillingness.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he had to accept a reality at the moment, which was that the sword tip was in his throat, and he could not move at all.

As the fight continued for nearly an hour, this situation was finally over.

Samuel won!

On the ground, a group of people were completely dumbfounded. Zhu Yanshuo's whole body went limp on the ground, and his face was pale. He looked at the scene in the sky as if his father had died.

"How could this be?"

"How could this be?!"

He kept asking questions, but it was unknown whether he was asking himself or the heavens.

"Samuel, it's just that heaven isn't fair. You're lucky today and barely won. However, Samuel, don't blame me for not telling you. You'd better kill me as soon as possible. Otherwise, I, Ye Shijun, swear that once I survive, one day, I'll make you kneel down in front of me, crying," Ye Shijun said through gritted teeth.

"Kneel in front of you, crying?" Samuel smiled and said, "This is a good idea. I will remember it. But don't you think that your threat is stupid? Is the sword in your hand now, or in my hand?"

"You!!" Ye Shijun was so angry that he could barely breathe. Then, he looked coldly at Samuel with disdain.

"You act like a dog. If it weren't for me during the fight in the Void Sect, what right do you have to grow up? Not only do you not feel the slightest gratitude, but you even secretly attacked the disciples of our Mysterious Man Alliance. I haven’t settled accounts with you. But you first grin at me." Samuel said in a cold voice.

"But it's true that you killed my father, and it's also true that you seduced my wife," Ye Shijun shouted angrily.

"What shameful thing did your father do? You'd better ask him in person. As for seducing your wife? I'm sorry, from beginning to end, I have no interest in your woman. You can’t control your woman but you came to me to settle accounts with me? Don't you know what kind of person Fu Mei is?" As soon as he finished speaking, Samuel moved his hand, and a stream of energy directly hit Ye Shijun.

Ye Shijun gritted his teeth and waited for death, but when he was done feeling it, he couldn't help but be stunned...