Chapter 62

Yefeng's body shot out like a meteor, his fist covered in layers of crystalline material, as if a small suit of armor had attached itself to his knuckles, and a powerful force erupted from within him. ♠

"Thud, thud, thud!" The ground seemed like a giant war drum, and Yefeng's footsteps produced a thudding sound as they hit the surface.

A violent force whipped up a fierce wind in the ancestral hall, and terrifying true qi poured out. Yefeng intended to completely crush their morale, making everyone realize that today's decision was a mistake. Yefeng no longer held back, revealing his terrifying strength without reserve.

Although he did not have innate true qi, the power and purity of true qi Yefeng displayed were even stronger than those at the peak of the innate realm. Ye Wu, sitting in the position of family head, showed a pleased expression. Seeing Yefeng emit such a vast aura, which even he could not achieve, his face relaxed.

Ye Wen's heart skipped a beat, sensing something was wrong. His heart pounded as he could not resist the aura Yefeng emitted.

The chairs of the dozen elders creaked, unable to withstand the strong wind around them. Even the ten elders were suppressed, unable to move.

As for the surrounding disciples, they were directly blown away by Yefeng's aura. Many were sent flying, rolling on the ground.

"This... This is impossible! How can his strength be so great!" The third elder's face was filled with shock, unable to believe that Yefeng's strength had reached such a level.

The fist produced a rumbling sound, sweeping straight toward Ye Long. The air pressure created a series of explosions, forming a colorful ribbon that tightly locked Ye Long's body.

The sound was like a fierce tiger, the form like a flying dragon. Yefeng integrated the Powdering Fist into a single devastating strike.

Seeing Yefeng's overwhelming strength, Ye Long's expression changed. His innate true qi burst forth, and soon two auras clashed in the air. Ye Long intended to neutralize Yefeng's fist, and he extended his fist to counterattack.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself!" Yefeng sneered, originally thinking Ye Long would avoid the sharp edge and engage in a few more exchanges. However, Ye Long decided to resist him head-on, which was a suicidal move.

Ye Long did not avoid, but he could not. As an innate realm practitioner, if he were forced back by a post-natal realm practitioner, it would be a loss of face. The power of five flying dragons emanated from his body, but it could not compare to Yefeng's seven flying dragons.

Yefeng still held back half of his strength. If all twelve flying dragons' power had erupted, the ancestral hall would have been destroyed long ago.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, sending waves of air pressure rolling out like surging waves, pushing in all directions. The elders could not avoid it, and the air pressure knocked their chairs askew, leaving everyone in disarray. Only Family Head Ye Wu remained seated, the air pressure dissipating around him.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking, followed by a figure flying backward, spewing blood from his mouth, as if to cover the entire ancestral hall.

"Thud!"

The body landed, stirring up a cloud of dust. Countless eyes turned to the fallen figure, and the scene was in chaos!

"This... " Gasps of shock echoed around.

Only Ye Wu's expression remained unchanged, looking at the fallen Ye Long, leaving everyone's thoughts stuck on the previous moment.

Ye Long slowly got up from the ground, his right hand already ruined, the bones inside shattered to dust, and even the flesh began to fall off. Even divine elixirs could not restore it.

"Ah!" Ye Long let out a miserable roar, his body shooting forward toward Yefeng.

"I will kill you!" Ye Long burned his essence and blood, intending to die with Yefeng.

"Just you, a waste of space, want to kill me!" Yefeng sneered, his large hand gripping Ye Long's neck. The sound was still stuck in his throat, producing a hoarse cry, like a defeated rooster.

"What are you going to do, quickly release my son!" Ye Wen rushed forward first, trying to stop the fight, but it was too late.

"Why should I release him? We signed a life-and-death agreement, and his life is now in my hands. You have no right to command me." Yefeng sneered.

"You, you, you..." Ye Wen was so angry he could not speak.

"What, you and your sons have sinister intentions, bribing the family elders to overthrow the family head. You deserve to be executed!" Yefeng spoke with righteous indignation, his large hand tightening, causing Ye Long's neck to crack.

"Brat, if you dare to kill him, I will never let you off!" Ye Wen, already enraged, pointed at Yefeng and shouted.

"Is that so, let's see how you will never let me off!" Yefeng's large hand squeezed, and Ye Long's neck snapped with a crack, under everyone's watchful eyes, Yefeng broke Ye Long's neck.

"Buzz!" The crowd buzzed, unable to believe that an innate realm practitioner had died so easily.

Especially the disciples, who saw Ye Long as a high and mighty figure, could not believe he had died so easily at Yefeng's hands, without even a chance to resist.

Throwing Ye Long's body aside, Ye Wen was stunned, staring at Yefeng, completely losing his ability to think.

"Ah, my son!" Ye Wen suddenly shouted. Ye Long's growth to the innate realm had finally allowed Ye Wen to hold his head high, believing he could seize the family head position. But in just over ten days, not only had his dream shattered, but he had also lost his son. Ye Wen lost his mind.

"I will avenge my son!" Ye Wen, losing his mind, charged at Yefeng.

"Looking for death!" Yefeng was enraged, sweeping a punch at Ye Wen.

"Bang!" The punch landed hard on Ye Wen's chest. Yefeng did not kill him, as sometimes death is a form of release.

Seeing his older brother die at Yefeng's hands and his father lying on the ground, Ye Hu seemed to lose all strength, sitting on the ground.

Yefeng turned and looked at the ten elders, his sharp gaze sweeping over each of their faces, none daring to meet his eyes.

"I don't know what Ye Long promised you, but as elders, you have done something that disgraces the Ye family by attempting to depose the family head!" Yefeng was merciless.

"Yefeng, don't go too far. Now that you have killed Ye Long, you have offended the Dalu Academy. Our Ye family will not have an easy time in the future." The third elder stood up, angry at Yefeng.

"Is that so? If you are afraid, you can leave the Ye family and save your life." Yefeng sneered.

"You, you, you... to say such treasonous words!" The third elder was speechless with anger.

"Am I wrong? Which of you truly cares for the family? You are all selfish. If you were truly fair and impartial, as you claim, you wouldn't have turned against us for a little favor. Compared to my father, you are a bunch of traitors." Yefeng was determined to clean up the Ye family, slapping the elders hard.

Yefeng was right. They had indeed agreed to help Ye Long for a little favor, a selfish act. Many were ashamed and lowered their heads.

"Yefeng, what you say is true, but you should consider our situation. We are old, and if we don't make a breakthrough, we will only turn to dust. If you were in our position, what would you do?" The second elder sighed, not wanting to see the Ye family in this state.

"Ridiculous! If I were in your position, I would never do this. In the end, it's still your selfishness and desires." Yefeng sneered.

"Regardless, we are the elders of the Ye family. Your words today have already violated the family's ancestral rules!" The fourth elder said.

"Remembering the rules now? What did you do just now? If I had died, would you have spoken like this? You would have pointed at my body and mocked me, saying I deserved it." Yefeng sneered.

Yefeng's words left everyone speechless, knowing that no one could stop him today. The strength Yefeng displayed could easily kill an innate realm practitioner, let alone them.

"Even if what you say is true, have you considered the family's future? If Ye Long could inherit the Ye family, the Ye family would not be in this state. After all, the Ye family would have an innate realm expert." The fourth elder continued.

"Ignorant!" Yefeng sneered.

"Father, Mother, please release your realms!" Yefeng sneered and turned to his father Ye Wu and mother.

"Boom, boom!" Two long rainbows shot out from behind them, spreading thick innate qi throughout the ancestral hall. The dozen elders could not stand, being forced to the corners by the two's aura.

"This... This is impossible!" The third elder said in a fearful tone.

"Nothing is impossible. I can create more innate realm experts if needed." Yefeng continued to sneer.

"What do you mean, you can create more innate realm experts?" The first elder's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He had not spoken much until now, but he stepped forward to speak.

"Yefeng is right. We two ascended to the innate realm with Yefeng's help." Ye Wu spoke, knowing Yefeng's intentions, to temporarily win them over and suppress them.

At this moment, everyone's gaze toward Yefeng changed. The promises Ye Long had made were just small favors, which were nothing compared to Yefeng's ability to elevate to the innate realm. Everyone's faces were hot, and many showed friendly looks.

"I told you, this morning a magpie was chirping at my door, and I knew something good would happen today." The fifth elder said shamelessly, and Yefeng inwardly scoffed.

These elders really had no shame, with faces as thick as walls. Knowing Yefeng could create innate realm experts, they immediately changed their attitude.

What about the Dalu Academy, Ye Long, and even Ye Wen? They were all forgotten, their eyes fixed on Yefeng.