Ying Yang's heart was pounding with excitement, even though all his subordinates were dead.
The ultimate victory belonged to him. All available means of transport had been destroyed by him.
This small island had become an isolated isle, and he was the only one who could leave it.
Once tonight passed, everyone on the island would perish.
Then, he could issue an obituary.
Stating that Ming Yue and the elders had died in an accident during the wedding.
He, having gone out to procure ingredients, had narrowly escaped. He would then naturally take over Wu Shang.
Thinking of this, his heart soared. His usually expressionless face involuntarily broke into a smile.
Feeling that the helicopter had reached a sufficient altitude, he intended to turn it around and quickly depart the island.
Unexpectedly, a few hissing sounds echoed.
He felt a sharp pain on his head, like a mosquito bite.
Then his body began to stiffen, his limbs becoming unresponsive.
It was as if he had suddenly become paralyzed.
Ying Yang was filled with horror, unaware of what had happened.
But he could feel saliva involuntarily dribbling from his mouth.
Through the mirror in the cockpit, he saw his face was contorted, his mouth askew.
His entire face had deformed, truly resembling a stroke.
Yet, in the mirror, he noticed several cold glints flashing on his head, emitting a chilling light.
He recognized them as Ming Yue's silver needles, precisely lodged in several acupuncture points on his head.
Most of the needles had penetrated his flesh, leaving only half an inch of their tails exposed.
They were difficult to spot without close inspection. Ying Yang's heart turned to ice. He couldn't comprehend it.
The helicopter he was piloting was now in mid-air, at least twenty meters above the ground.
And the cabin was sealed. How had Ming Yue shot the silver needles so far?
Moreover, how had they penetrated the sealed cabin, which even bullets couldn't pierce, to strike him?
The helicopter lost control and began to shake violently. If not corrected, it would crash.
But Ying Yang's entire body was rigid; he couldn't move even a finger.
He could only watch helplessly as alarms flashed on the control panel.
Ming Yue stood on the ground, her eyes open, her face pale.
Ying Yang had been mistaken. The silver needles embedded in his acupoints were not fired by Ming Yue at that moment.
Just as he had surmised, even if Ming Yue could shoot silver needles twenty meters,
the helicopter's cockpit was specially made with explosion-proof materials.
Ordinary bullets couldn't penetrate it. Even with Ming Yue's strength, she couldn't pierce it.
The silver needles that entered Ying Yang's body were fired by Ming Yue earlier in the room.
They had been caught by the golden silk soft armor he wore.
Seeing Ying Yang about to escape in the helicopter, Ming Yue felt no worry.
Because she had a contingency plan: when she fired the silver needles,
she had imprinted her divine sense onto each one.
Since she had intended to keep him alive for interrogation, the needles with divine sense attached allowed her to control their power, preventing accidental death.
Seeing Ying Yang piloting the helicopter into the air, Ming Yue estimated the distance.
Then, she concentrated her mind and connected with the silver needles she had fired into Ying Yang.
Fortunately, the distance was still within her control range. Otherwise, with Ming Yue's current cultivation,
she could only watch helplessly as he escaped.
However, even though she succeeded, controlling the silver needles from a distance with divine sense still took a toll on her body.
"Little Yue, what happened?"
The intense explosion attracted Fei Long and the others.
Seeing the devastated helicopter pad, with all the aircraft reduced to scattered parts,
and a helicopter tumbling from the sky towards the ground, Fei Long couldn't help but ask.
"Uncle, I'll explain later."
Ming Yue rushed towards the falling helicopter. Before the explosion, she had pulled Ying Yang out.
As soon as she retreated to a safe distance, the helicopter exploded with a roar, erupting in flames.
"What in the world is going on? Did this little brat really do this?
You've got the guts of a bear to even scheme against us.
Have we old folks lost our touch? Today, I'll tear you apart."
Without needing to ask, the elders knew everything before them was related to Ying Yang.
They surrounded him, chattering and about to attack.
"Uncles and elders, this wedding was Ying Yang's scheme.
He made arrangements on this island and lured us here with the intention of killing us.
Then he would seize Wu Shang and become the leader.
Once I remove the silver needles, I'll force him to reveal his plans."
Fearing that the elders might kill Ying Yang in their rage, Ming Yue quickly explained the situation.
Ming Yue stepped forward and pulled out a few silver needles from Ying Yang's head, enabling him to speak normally.
However, his body remained immobile. It wasn't that she was overly cautious,
but rather that Ying Yang was treacherous and cunning, requiring vigilance.
"You want to know how I planned to kill you? Dream on!
Since I've fallen into your hands and can't escape, let's perish together!
This island will be destroyed; you can't change it. Just await death in fear!"
Ying Yang glared fiercely at everyone, roared a few words, closed his eyes, and fell silent.
"Hmph! Even like this, you still dare to act tough with me?
When I was out in the world, you weren't even born yet! Let's see if I don't teach you a good lesson today, you brat."
Fei Long was also hot-tempered. Ying Yang's pathetic state enraged him.
He stepped forward and delivered a barrage of punches and kicks. However, after a few kicks, he felt something was wrong.
"Dead? This little brat couldn't take a beating?"
He felt for Ying Yang's breath; the young man had already ceased to exist, he was dead.
"It's my fault. I was careless. He bit down on the poison hidden in his teeth and committed suicide.
It seems he knew he was doomed to die on the island.
It's just that we don't know what arrangements he made.
He even gave up his own hope of survival, so these arrangements must be irreversible and unstoppable.
Uncle, we don't know what danger we're facing now.
So it's best to leave here as soon as possible and then investigate what Ying Yang did."
Ming Yue's brows were furrowed. The unknown was the most terrifying and dangerous.
Because people didn't know how to face it, leaving was the best solution.
"You're right. But all the transportation, planes, boats.
This brat destroyed them all. How do we leave? Build a raft?"
Fei Long also knew that leaving was the best solution.
But Ying Yang's plan was meticulous; he had already accounted for all possibilities of escape.
There was no signal on the island either, making it impossible to even notify anyone to pick them up.
"Ji Shiyou has communication equipment. Let's go find him and contact the outside world.
Notify people outside to send a helicopter to pick us up."
Ming Yue led Fei Long and the others towards Ji Shiyou's residence.
However, she felt a sense of unease. The explosion earlier had alerted even Fei Long and the others, drawing them to investigate.
Ji Shiyou, however, had not appeared. It shouldn't take long for him to contact Zhe Cheng.
Could he have encountered some danger? Ming Yue pondered as she walked.