Chapter Seventy-Two: Kill Again

  Duanmu's dance was far more terrifying than Gou Yin, her mind was deep and her will was unshakeable. In order to find an opportunity to escape, she deliberately took off her clothes, standing naked in front of Ye Chen, striking a pose. Yet, her expression and eyes didn't reveal any weakness, truly a formidable character.

  Moreover, the defensive treasure on her body made Ye Chen feel that Duanmu Tiandu was a great threat. Such treasures did not exist in the secular world, but were known as spiritual soldiers in the cultivation world.

  Du Mu's dance was not enough to break through the eight-segment strength, and under the urging of the Lingbing, even Ye Chen's full-strength attack couldn't break through the defense. Moreover, it could take her flying in the air, as can be imagined, the Lingbing on his body must be a top-grade mid-level spirit soldier. It was born from the spiritual power within the body of a person who had bathed in the Nai Ming Secret Realm's three-time life spring turmoil.

  Ye Chen couldn't help but feel envious, how did Tong Mu manage to obtain such a powerful spiritual weapon. Was it due to some extraordinary encounter or was it given by someone else?

  If it's the latter, the consequences are unthinkable. At this thought, Ye Chen's whole body turned cold. If that's really the case, the Ye family would fall into a desperate situation from which there would be no return, unless...

  "When Jade Auntie comes to pick up Nan'er, I'll have to ask for her help then." Ye Chen muttered to himself before quickly disappearing into the broken temple.

  Zhao's family, a pair of guards patrolling back and forth in the courtyard. Ye Chen entered from the north side of the high wall, avoiding the patrolling guards, and moved stealthily in the darkness, soon finding the Zhao family's elder hall.

  The Zhao family's ancestral hall was not as quiet as the Du Mu and Gou families, Ye Chen could hear the sound of breathing from afar. He quietly walked to the entrance of the courtyard and saw that the current head of the Zhao family was kneeling in the courtyard, his head bowed and silent, with a devout attitude.

  "Zhao Han, get up! The old ancestor has agreed to come out of the pass. With such a big thing happening in our family, the old ancestor was extremely furious when he found out. A small Ye family dared to be so arrogant? Tomorrow, the Ye family will completely disappear from Lin City."

  Two old men walked out of the hall, one with white hair and a slightly aged appearance, the other with thick black hair, a pointed nose and fine eyes, looking somewhat gloomy.

  "Zhang Han did not dare, and knelt down to beg the old ancestors to come out of the pass." Zhang Han still remained kowtowing on the ground without getting up.

  "Alright then, have it your way." The elderly man with a head full of white hair said.

  Ye Chen's eyes gradually turned cold, and with a sudden movement, his body leaped into the air, soaring over the high walls of the courtyard.

  "Who dares to intrude into our elder's courtyard at night, seeking death!" Two elders shouted loudly, almost pouncing on Ye Chen the moment they saw his figure.

  "Hiss!"

  Two sharp whistling sounds tore through the night sky, and the Black Meteorite Arrows merged with the darkness, making them almost invisible as they shot towards the two elders with a killing intent. Ye Chen reached out his hand, directly threatening Zhao Han.

  Zhao Han was the slowest to react, and it wasn't until the two elders had taken a big drink that he realized someone had broken into the elder's courtyard. After his initial shock, he suddenly turned his head, just in time to see a white shadow pounce on him like a ghost, and as he was about to strike back, he felt his neck being tightly gripped by an iron-like hand.

  "It's you!" When he saw the face of the person clearly, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were split, his words were not smooth, his voice trembled, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

  "Pffft! Pffft!"

  At the same time, two bursts of blood splattered sounds rang in his ears. With a difficult turn of his head, he was even more chilled to the heart. The bodies of the two elders who had pounced on him flew back, pierced by arrows and nailed to the large pillars on both sides of the Elders' Hall, with crimson blood dripping continuously.

  "You've killed me, and you won't be able to escape the Zhao family tonight. Our ancestors will flay you alive, and by tomorrow, not a single chicken or dog from the Ye family will be left." Feeling his Adam's apple being slowly crushed by Ye Chen, Zhao Hanming knew he was doomed, and a crazed glint appeared in his eyes as he spoke in a cold tone.

  "Just because of your Zhao family? Settle this and you can go to the City Lord's manor, but in this city, no one can touch a single hair on my Ye family!" At this time, Ye Chen's eyes were like a pool of water, bright and deep, without any ripples. His five fingers closed tightly, and Zhao Han's throat cracked bit by bit with a cracking sound.

  "Stop!"

  A loud and sonorous voice, heavy and thick, with an aura of great power, like a thunderclap on a clear day. A tall and majestic old man in a white robe appeared at the entrance of the Elder Hall, his piercing eyes gleaming through the night sky, staring at Ye Chen like two sharp knives.

  Ye Chen's eyes sparkled with energy as he locked gazes with the old man, and at the same time, he lifted Zhao Han high into the air. With a swing of his arm, Zhao Han shot towards the old man like an arrow off the string.

  Bang!

  A dull thud, the old man's arms caught Zhao Han, and the immense force sent him stumbling backward two steps before he steadied himself. He was shocked in his heart, not having expected the newcomer to be so powerful. Although he had been careless just now and been shaken back, it also made him dare not underestimate the white-clad, youthful Ye Chen.

  "Zhao Han!"

  The old man shouted, but there was no response. He looked down and saw that Zhao Han's throat bone was completely shattered, and he had already died. Seeing that the substitute master of the Zhao family also died at the hands of his opponent, the old man's anger soared to the sky, his killing intent surged, and the air flow around his body went crazy, whistling like a tornado.

  "Are you the young master of the Ye family?" The old man walked slowly, his voice colder than ice, looking at Ye Chen as if he were a corpse. "Very good, the Ye family is indeed impressive to have produced such a genius. Although your strength is due to the activation of the spiritual soldier, you can still be considered a talented individual. Tonight, I'll personally take care of a genius, which isn't a bad thing."

  "You've lived for so many years, it's not just about boasting, let's see some real skills. Come on, show me what you're capable of to kill a genius like me." Ye Chen sneered, why do people with some abilities always talk big, they are really narrow-minded and don't know the vastness of the world.

  But it's not surprising that these old guys, let alone in Lin City, even in the secular world, cultivators like them who have one foot in the Secret Realm of Life and Death are not the strongest, but they are also top-notch existences, indeed having the qualifications to be confident and arrogant.

  Unfortunately, he met Ye Chen today, and it was doomed to be a tragic ending.

  "Die, you little brat!"

  Zhao's ancestor let out a low growl, raised his hands high and chopped down with force, the long sword in his hand humming with power, carrying his immense strength. With a "chi la" sound, it cut through the void, a three-meter-long sword energy falling from the sky, as if to cut off everything. Its sharpness was unmatched, aiming to kill Ye Chen with one strike.

  A powerful aura locked onto Ye Chen, if it were any other ordinary cultivator at the ninth stage of the peak, their actions and reactions would be greatly affected under such an aura, and they wouldn't have been able to dodge this fatal sword. However, Ye Chen was not among them.

  "In Lincheng, you are indeed very powerful, unfortunately, you met me!"

  Ye Chen's voice was devoid of emotional fluctuations, his hand wearing a black meteorite iron fist sleeve punched through the air, shattering it and producing ring after ring of ripples that heavily countered that sharp sword energy.

  "Clang!"

  A shrill metallic clanging sound rose, fists and sword energy collided, bringing up a string of sparks.

  Wow!

  The sword energy dissipated, and Ye Chen was also knocked back several steps, his arm slightly numb. In a pure contest of strength, his eighth-stage initial power was still slightly inferior to someone who had set foot in the Secret Realm of Fate.

  "Whoosh!"

  Zhao's ancestors arrived at the forefront, their long swords waving continuously, stirring up clusters of sword flowers. The sword energy crisscrossed, weaving into a dense sword net that was impenetrable to the wind. Each sword was exceptionally sharp, capable of cutting through even refined iron.

  Ye Chen's body was like a swimming dragon, with his fists flashing continuously, punching out a majestic landscape. A set of King Fist imprints were displayed to perfection, accompanied by the incessant roar of the King's fury, shaking the heavens and earth, as he clashed in a fierce battle with the ancestors of the Zhao family.

  With two people as the center, within a radius of three meters, it was all strong winds and sword energy crisscrossing.

  "Clang!"

  Ye Chen's fist slammed onto Zhao Family's ancestor's sword, the long sword humming and vibrating non-stop. At the same time, Zhao Family's ancestor was also knocked back two steps by this punch. Ye Chen took advantage of the situation to launch a fierce attack, his Boxing King Seal unfolding with even greater ferocity, using extremely fast punching speed to suppress him, beating Zhao Family's ancestor into a flurry of defensive movements, each sword strike almost entirely defensive, transforming from an initial active offense to a passive defense.

  "Sword energy like a rainbow!"

  Zhao's ancestor let out a loud roar, and a peerless sword aura pierced through the air, making Ye Chen feel a chill in his heart, sensing the taste of death. He bellowed loudly, activating the Crazy Transformation Technique, doubling his strength, and countered that sharp sword aura with a powerful punch mark.

  "Hum!"

  The air raged like a whirlpool, as if the water ripple exploded in circles. The power carried by this punch completely transcended the physical realm, unstoppable and annihilating everything.

  Enormous fist prints as thick as mountains, bursting through nothingness, colliding with sword energy in an instant.

  Bang!

  A sharp sword aura struck and shattered, transforming into countless tiny air thorns that pierced the ground, creating numerous small pits, with dust flying everywhere.

  The force rebounded and returned, the old ancestor of the Zhao family was shocked and retreated in a hurry, trying to get rid of the force of the Hegemon's Fist rebounding back. But how could Ye Chen let go of such a good opportunity? He took a step forward, his body suddenly charging forward, and a simple and direct punch burst out.

  Bang!

  Zhao family's old ancestor's body was like a kite with a broken string, blasted into the hall of elders by this punch. Bang! All the way, it continuously smashed and shattered wooden objects on the ground, finally heavily falling to the ground, with his nose and mouth gushing out large amounts of blood. His chest caved in deeply, with flesh and blood blurred together, and his white clothes were stained red with fresh blood.

  Just as he was struggling to get up, Ye Chen appeared beside him and stepped on his chest with one foot. That foot was like a huge mountain, making it impossible for the seriously injured man to move even a little bit.

  "You... how can you be so powerful!" At this moment, the old ancestor of the Zhao family seemed to still not dare believe this cruel fact, his voice filled with strong unwillingness. "Impossible, impossible! How could you possibly defeat me? I am a strong one who has already set foot in the Secret Realm of the Underworld!"

  "Have you gone senile?" Ye Chen sneered, looking at him with the same gaze as one would look at a pitiful insect. "If I didn't have the confidence to kill you, why would I come here? Do you really think I'd come to deliver myself to death?"

  "You can kill me, but tomorrow you will die too. The old man of the City Master's Mansion won't let you off, and in Lincheng, he won't allow your Ye family to dominate alone!" Zhao's ancestor gradually calmed down, having lived for almost two hundred years, unable to break through to the Secret Realm of Fate, his life was about to come to an end. Death was not scary to him.