The battle began.
Facing the combined forces of three families, the Ye disciples fought to the death, but the numerical gap was too large, and the front line fell back step by step.
The front yard fell, the backyard caught fire, and many parts of the Ye family estate were breached.
Ye disciples fell one after another, blood staining the bluestone slabs.
Ye Zhenshan fought alone against Zhao Lilong, Yue Dahai, and Song Qianqiu.
One against three, he gradually grew unable to hold on.
A strike hit his shoulder.
He grunted, retreated three steps, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Below, the hearts of the Ye disciples sank bit by bit.
“The family head… the family head can’t hold on anymore…”
A young disciple’s hand gripping his sword trembled, his voice quivering.
The middle-aged cultivator beside him forced back the enemy in front with a single blade strike, glanced back, his face covered in blood and grime, the light in his eyes dimming little by little.
If the family head fell, the Ye family would truly be finished.
“What about the Great Elder? Where is the Great Elder?”
Someone shouted.
The Ye disciples looked around frantically, searching for Ye Changlin among the crowd…
Nothing!
Nothing!
Nowhere!
“The back gate! The Great Elder escaped through the back gate!”
A disciple pointed toward the rear courtyard, his voice quivering with fear.
“He took his own branch’s people… and escaped through the back gate…”
Everyone stood frozen, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over them from head to toe.
“He escaped?”
“He escaped… then what about us?”
“What do we do?”
A young female disciple’s sword clattered to the ground.
She seemed drained of all strength, her eyes red but unable to cry.
The family head was under siege, and the Great Elder had run away.
No one would come to save us.
We’ve been abandoned.
“The Ye family… is finished.”
No one knew who said it, but the feeling of despair spread like a plague through the hearts of the Ye disciples.
Some saw the light of their artifacts dim; some began retreating, stumbling; some closed their eyes, waiting for the final blow.
But when Ye Zhenshan heard that the Great Elder had run, he let out a bold laugh.
“Forget it, forget it. At least this way, a spark of the Ye family’s bloodline survives.”
“Zhao Lilong, Yue Dahai, Song Qianqiu! Come again! Come again! Come again!”
“So what if it’s one against three? I can keep you busy all day long!!”
The next second, Ye Zhenshan was struck by the combined force of the three.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward, crashing into rubble and debris.
“Family head!”
Several Ye disciples rushed forward, but Zhao Lilong casually swept them away with a single palm strike.
They spat blood and collapsed.
Zhao Lilong looked down at Ye Zhenshan from above, his eyes full of satisfaction.
“Still putting on airs when death is at your door! Ye Zhenshan, your daughter killed my son, so I’ll wipe out your entire family. Fair, isn’t it?”
He raised his weapon.
“I’ll start with you.”
…..
Pfft—Suddenly, a twist on the battlefield.
Ye Zhenshan burst out from the rubble, cutting off Zhao Lilong’s arm with lightning speed.
Blood gushed.
He hunched over, forcing himself not to fall, holding Zhao Lilong’s severed arm in his hand.
With all his might, he roared, “I said—!!! I can keep you three busy all day long… Are you deaf?!”
…..
Boom!
The Ye family’s main gate was blasted open from the outside.
A headless corpse of a Zhao disciple slammed heavily onto the ground, skidding several meters.
Everyone was stunned.
A figure wearing a dark purple and gold-patterned mask appeared at the entrance.
Plain clothes, long hair, a slender figure, but exuding a suffocating pressure.
It was Ye Chu controlling Ye Qingyi’s body.
“I didn’t know your dad was also a master of showing off. Am I stealing his thunder a bit?”
Ye Qingyi saw the tragic state of the Ye family and her father, and barely held back her tears.
“Now is not the time for that kind of talk! Save them!”
“Should I leave any alive?”
“Everyone who participated today dies.”
“Yes, my beautiful lady.”
….
Zhao Lilong, now with only one hand, turned around.
Even though the aura was different, he recognized the murderer of his son.
Hatred burned in his eyes.
“Ye Qingyi!”
Ye Chu dug at his ear, then blew off the nonexistent dirt from his finger.
A beautiful girl’s body was fragrant everywhere, so of course nothing would come out!
“What are you calling your dad for?!”
“Having lost an arm and still acting so arrogant, don’t tell anyone I’m your mother—I’d be embarrassed.”
Yue Dahai frowned.
“Is that the useless eldest miss?”
Song Qianqiu sneered.
“Qi Refining Layer 3. What storm can she stir up?”
Ye Chu’s voice came from behind the mask, flippant and overbearing.
“What are you calling your big daddy for?! Do you want me to teach you how to write ‘death’?”
Zhao Lilong was enraged.
“Get her! Capture her! I want her alive!”
A dozen Zhao disciples charged at Ye Chu.
A cultivator at Qi Refining Layer 7 struck first, thrusting his sword at Ye Chu’s face.
Ye Chu didn’t dodge.
She caught the blade between two fingers, snapped it with a slight twist, and flicked it back.
The broken fragments pierced the cultivator’s throat.
He clutched his neck and fell, blood seeping between his fingers.
The second, the third… Ye Chu moved like a ghost, weaving through the crowd.
Every fist hit flesh, every blow landed precisely on an enemy’s head.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Not a single one survived.
The remaining cultivators exchanged glances.
No one dared to step forward.
Some quietly retreated.
Others had their legs trembling.
“W-What kind of monster is this…”
To steady their troops, Zhao Lilong, Yue Dahai, and Song Qianqiu abandoned Ye Zhenshan and struck together.
All three were at Qi Refining Layer 10.
A combined attack could kill any Qi Refining cultivator in an instant.
Ye Chu didn’t dodge or evade, carefully controlling his strength, afraid he might accidentally kill them all.
He’d already enjoyed the thrill of instant kills.
Now he wanted to try a different kind of pleasure—toying with the villains.
“Here—Take—Fatty Punch!”
He threw a single punch that directly scattered the attacks of the three heads.
“Holy crap, that’s pathetic. I didn’t even use any strength!”
Ye Chu couldn’t help but complain.
Yue Dahai and Song Qianqiu were knocked back several steps by the shockwave, their expressions changing drastically.
“Give me back my son’s life!”
Zhao Lilong didn’t retreat.
Instead, he charged forward, his remaining palm aimed at the crown of Ye Chu’s head.
“Little Lilong, how laughable!”
Ye Chu laughed, sidestepping the blow, then grabbed Zhao Lilong’s wrist and twisted it.
The wrist snapped with a crack.
Zhao Lilong screamed.
Ye Chu kicked him in the chest.
Zhao Lilong flew backward, crashed into the wall, and spat blood from his mouth.
Yue Dahai’s face turned ashen.
“This… this is absolutely not the strength of Qi Refining Layer 3!”
Song Qianqiu gritted his teeth.
“Retreat! Quick! Retreat!”
The two led their respective family forces and fled without looking back.
The enemy before them was unconquerable.
Every move killed instantly.
Even if they knelt and begged for mercy, it would be useless.
Zhao Lilong’s arms were already ruined.
There was no need to throw their lives away.
Fleeing early was the priority.
Zhao Lilong collapsed on the ground, watching Ye Chu approach step by step.
His eyes were filled with fear and resentment.
“Who… who are you… You’re not Ye Qingyi…”
Ye Chu looked down at him.
“I’m the one sending you to hell.”
“Don’t worry. Your son is already waiting for you over there.”
“Here—Take—Fatty Punch!” Ye Chu threw a punch.
Zhao Lilong’s body, like his son’s, turned into a mist of blood in the wind and scattered.
Too weak.
There was no pleasure in bullying the weak.
The Ye disciples stared blankly at the scene.
That masked figure stood like a war god in the moonlight.
Someone murmured, “Is that… really the eldest miss?”