My Demon Queen

Chapter 169 Beating

No one present noticed the strange changes in the sky. Their eyes were all fixed on Ye An and the group of servants.

Some people showed reluctance in their eyes and turned their heads away quietly, unwilling to witness the scene of Ye An about to be beaten.

Most people seemed to be gloating and enjoying the fun, staring at Ye An closely, afraid of missing any exciting scene.

The ordinary-looking aunt watched the servants attack without any explanation and was horrified. She cried out "Ah!" and then subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands.

At this time, the leading servant had a ferocious look on his face, holding a wooden stick high up, and was about to hit Ye An hard.

At this critical moment, Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes condensed, and a cold look instantly imprisoned the leading man.

At the same time, the spiritual power in her hands bloomed like bright starlight, and the air around her seemed to be trembling slightly because of this powerful spiritual power.

However, just as Mo Qingcheng was about to clench his fingers to kill the servant,

Ye An moved as fast as a cheetah.

Ye An clenched his fist and punched the leader, who was standing still due to being restrained, in the face with a force of thunder.

In an instant, the leader screamed and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Mo Qingcheng was slightly startled and stopped what she was doing. A hint of curiosity and surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes like autumn water, and she watched Ye An's move intently.

"Damn, I'm so good, it's like I'm hitting a sandbag."

Ye An looked at the leading servant who was knocked away by his punch. He was stunned at first, then his eyes widened in surprise, looking at his fist with an expression of disbelief and surprise on his face.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, their mouths opened wide, their eyes filled with disbelief.

In their perception, Ye An was thin and weak, and should have been the one who was beaten, but the scene before them completely overturned their perception.

The wealthy man first looked at Ye An's surprised expression in disbelief, then glanced angrily at his leading servant who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, and his anger instantly flared up.

He yelled angrily, "Come on, come on, beat him to death. If you kill him, I will give you 100 spirit coins."

When the servants heard the tempting conditions, their eyes lit up immediately, and greedy desire instantly overcame their fear.

They were all ready to fight, not caring whether they would be knocked down like their leader, and they pounced on Ye An like hungry wolves.

Ye An looked at the servants who were rushing towards him like a tide. Not only was he not afraid at all, but his eyes were burning with fighting spirit and his face was full of eagerness to try.

Ye An shouted loudly, took a step forward, and rushed towards them like an arrow.

Ye An rushed into the group of servants like a brave lion.

His boxing skills are fierce, and each move is full of power.

A servant swung a wooden stick at Ye An's back. Ye An dodged to the side, grabbed the man's arm, twisted it hard, and the stick fell. Then he punched the man in the abdomen.

The servant cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground.

Two more servants attacked Ye An from both sides. Ye An was not in a hurry. He raised his legs and kicked them twice, sending them flying several meters away.

At this moment, a cunning servant took advantage of Ye An's distraction and punched him in the chest. However, Ye An seemed to be unaware of it, and there was no expression of pain on his face.

Ye An grabbed the servant by the collar, lifted him above his head, and threw him to the ground.

Seeing this, the other servants began to back out, but when they thought of the reward promised by the wealthy man, they still rushed forward.

Ye An rushed left and right in the crowd, punching and kicking, and every attack landed accurately on the servants.

After a while, the servants fell to the ground wailing, losing their ability to fight.

Ye An casually brushed the dust off his body, looked at the servants rolling on the ground in pain, and snorted with disdain.

"Tch, that's it?"

He crossed his arms across his chest, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes full of contempt.

The people watching on the side were all stunned, their mouths opened wide and their eyes bulged. They never expected that Ye An, who looked thin and weak on weekdays, actually had such a strong strength.

A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes. Her eyes were as bright as stars, and she focused on watching Ye An's fighting style just now.

His moves were completely disorganized, completely unlike the Ye An we knew before. Instead, he looked more like a naughty child fighting wildly.

The aunt heard the exclamations from the crowd and then slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw Ye An, like a little bully, stepping on a servant with one foot, with his head held high and looking at the servants lying on the ground with disdain in his eyes, the aunt's eyes instantly lit up with golden light.

She straightened her plump and proud chest, licked her lips with her tongue, and an expression of interest appeared on her face.

Ye An looked at the servant who was lying beside him and wailing. His anger had not yet subsided, so he kicked him twice, muttering to himself.

"Let you bully others by taking advantage of your power. Let you bully others by taking advantage of your power."

The wealthy man, noticing that the situation was not good, turned around flexibly, trying to take advantage of the chaos to quietly leave.

But Ye An had sharp eyes and instantly noticed his little movement. He rushed over and grabbed the back of the collar of the wealthy man with his right hand.

"Fatty, you wanted to run away after showing off your might just now? Did you even want to touch her with your fat paws just now?"

Ye An gritted his teeth, opened his eyes wide, and asked viciously as if fire was about to spit out of his eyes.

"Brother, I was wrong. I didn't recognize you. I didn't expect you to be so capable. Please forgive me and let me go."

The wealthy man's face turned pale in an instant. He turned his head tremblingly and looked at Ye An. His facial features were twisted with fear, and he immediately begged for mercy in a low voice.

When Mo Qingcheng heard that Ye An was still upset about the wealthy man trying to grab her just now, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

However, the white veil tightly concealed Mo Qingcheng's expression at the moment. Otherwise, with her stunning beauty, Ye An and the people around her would probably be stunned again.

"A great man doesn't remember the faults of a small man? What a pity, I am not old enough, but I love to remember the faults of a small man. I heard that you are used to being a bully in this area, right? Today I will let you experience the feeling of being bullied."

After Ye An finished speaking, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his face, and he pulled the wealthy man to the ground, then started beating and kicking him.