Chapter 14

Yefeng bowed to his mother, then knelt before his father, and after standing up, he bowed to each of the elders one by one. Finally, his gaze settled on his uncle, Ye Wen, to whom his previous words were directed.

"Looking for death, do you know who you're talking to!"

Ye Wen's tone was icy cold. His words had been dismissed as nonsense by Yefeng, and Yefeng could feel the murderous intent emanating from his uncle Ye Wen.

"Of course I know. You've been coveting the position of family head for a long time. You're just trying to take advantage of this opportunity to undermine my father and seize the position of family head. Do you think no one knows your thoughts?"

Yefeng was unafraid, his tone full of ridicule. He could sense several hostile gazes sweeping over him, indicating that his appearance had left everyone somewhat at a loss.

"Do you have the right to speak here? As a junior, you dare to speak such disrespectful words to your elders. Do you know your crime? Where is the Ye family's family law!"

Ye Wen put a big hat on Yefeng, believing that as a junior, Yefeng should not be involved in the selection of the family head, which was a violation of family rules.

"Ridiculous. Your words were clearly directed at me. Shouldn't the party involved stand up and speak?"

Yefeng sneered. Ye Wen had called Yefeng a waste and a disgrace to the family, and as the party involved, Yefeng had every right to speak up.

Yefeng's father had been sitting above, his eyes showing surprise. He could see that Yefeng's strength had reached the Sixth Level of the Later Heaven stage. This discovery made the burly man's eyes moist, and he quietly watched everything unfold.

"Since you know you're a waste, as the family head, you haven't led the family to prosperity. In recent years, you've secretly collected a large number of cultivation spiritual items to secretly cultivate this waste. Isn't it reasonable to depose the family head?"

Ye Wen no longer hid his intentions, a strong and domineering aura sweeping over, trying to make Yefeng lose face.

"Shameless!"

Yefeng angrily shouted, about to counterattack, but his mother, who was standing beside him, acted first. Out of maternal concern, she emitted a gentle light that repelled the domineering aura.

"Father, why bother with such a waste? Since this waste has returned, it's better to prove that the current family head is unsuitable to continue leading the Ye family."

A teenager of about eighteen or nineteen stepped out from the crowd. His name was Ye Hu, the second son of Ye Wen, an elite disciple of the Daluo Outer Academy. He stood up, his face full of ridicule.

"Ye Hu, how can you speak like that? He is your cousin!"

Yefeng's mother scolded, angry that Ye Hu had so defamed Yefeng. Her face was cold, thinking that Ye Hu had gone too far.

"Cousin? Ridiculous. I don't have such a cousin, and the Ye family doesn't have such a disciple. He's just a bastard."

Ye Hu was a large, muscular man with a broad back and a big knife on his back. His face was covered with a fierce beard.

"Bold!"

"Ye Wen, is this the son you've raised?"

Yefeng's mother scolded, seeing this as a blatant insult to their family. Although Yefeng's father had married into the Ye family, his contributions over the years were unmatched by any other Ye family member. Yet they still defamed him so, causing a cold killing intent to rise in Yefeng.

"How I raise my son is my business, but I don't think Hu'er was wrong."

Ye Wen actually agreed with Ye Hu, showing that the father and son were determined to force Ye Wu to step down. The elders around them were whispering.

"Mother, I want to kill someone!"

Yefeng's eyes turned blood red, like a bloodthirsty beast. His fists were tightly clenched, ready to pounce and tear apart Ye Hu. Defaming him was one thing, but defaming his father and family was Yefeng's taboo, and no one could desecrate it.

"Feng'er, you must remain calm!" Seeing Yefeng's eyes turn red, his mother tried to calm him down, not wanting a fight to break out.

"Mother, they are already riding on our heads, bullying us, and defecating and urinating on us. I can't do it. Father has done so much for the family over the years, but they not only don't appreciate it, they kick us when we're down."

"Because I can't cultivate, my parents are insulted. I apologize to my parents," Yefeng bowed, "but today, even if it means breaking the family rules, I will make them pay."

Yefeng's words were resolute, echoing across the vast sacrificial square. His meaning was clear: he wanted to kill.

"Ridiculous. If that's the case, I want to see what skills you have to talk like that."

Ye Hu was furious, his feet stomping as he charged at Yefeng. Yefeng's words had made Ye Hu lose his footing. Yefeng actually wanted to kill them, so he acted first.

"I've been waiting for you!"

Seeing Ye Hu move, Yefeng did not dodge but charged forward.

"Feng'er, no..." Yefeng's mother tried to stop him, but it was too late. The two were already fighting, and Ye Wu, sitting in the family head's position, had cold eyes. He wasn't unwilling to help Yefeng, but as the family head, he couldn't show favoritism. When juniors fought, elders had no right to interfere.

The elite disciples of the Daluo Academy were at least at the Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage. Ye Hu had good talent, reaching the Eighth Level of the Later Heaven stage, and with his innate strength, he was very powerful. He sneered, imagining Yefeng being knocked away.

Ye Wen stood to the side, smirking, eager to see Yefeng injured or even killed.

"Bang!"

A strong collision, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking and blood splattering, the two figures quickly separated.

"Step, step, step!!"

Ye Hu retreated three steps, pushed back by Yefeng. There was an imprint on his fist, and he found some cracks in his bones. The scene of Yefeng being knocked away did not happen; instead, Ye Hu was pushed back.

"How is this possible? Ye Hu is not a match for Yefeng, pushed back by one punch!" Surprised voices came from all around, and many disciples gathered to watch the fight.

"You keep calling me a waste, but you can't even take one punch. Who is the waste is clear!"

With one punch, Yefeng pushed back his opponent and didn't forget to ridicule him, making Ye Hu roar in anger.

"Good boy, don't be arrogant, take my blade!"

Ye Hu pulled out his large knife, a blade aura appearing, cutting through the air and pressing toward Yefeng. The blade aura was powerful, capable of splitting mountains and rocks, and the strong aura stirred up a fierce wind.

"Just brute strength!"

Lifting the corner of his clothes, a powerful aura shot out, piercing through his body and shooting toward the sky.

"Shatter into pieces!"

The fist technique was fierce and powerful, creating ripples. The fist, though not large, could unleash a powerful and domineering move. The Bone-Shattering Fist, though incomplete, had been cultivated to the Minor Success stage by Yefeng, with great power, allowing him to unleash ten consecutive punches.