Chapter 43

In the open space covered with withered leaves, Ye Zhong and the other three slowly walked out. Although the expressions of Jiang Le and the other three women were somewhat solemn, Ye Zhong's expression was incredibly calm, clearly showing that the scene before him had no pressure on him at all.

He walked out like this, and the slight sound of his footsteps seemed to fall into the hearts of the others, causing their eyes to twitch rapidly.

"Ye Zhong! Don't think that just because you defeated me, you can handle all of us!" Jiang Le looked at Ye Zhong with his eyes twitching, a mix of fear and ferocity flashing in his eyes. "There are so many of us here; dealing with you is as easy as squashing an ant!"

"Is that so? The words of a defeated opponent are really quite laughable." Ye Zhong took another step forward and then smiled, a faint smile on the corner of his lips. But this calm smile seemed extremely sinister to the strong ones of the Chiyun Martial Mansion.

"However, since you've already guessed who I am, you must also know what I've done before, right?" Ye Zhong's expression was calm. "Even Kōngxū Gongzi and Mo Fanlong couldn't do anything to me. Do you really think you can achieve anything with just these few people?"

"It seems you are really very confident in yourself!" Just as Jiang Le's expression turned ugly, a slightly sinister voice suddenly sounded. Meng Xu, who had been at the back of the crowd, slowly stepped forward. His evil face now carried a hint of solemnity, and as he stared at Ye Zhong, his eyes gleamed with a strange light.

"Looks like you are the main person in charge of the Chiyun Martial Mansion here? Where is your Young Mansion Lord Ning Yu? Is he not here?"

"If my brother were here, it wouldn't be your turn to show off!" Jiang Le said with a hint of gritted teeth.

"Is that so? Then I really look forward to meeting him," Ye Zhong said calmly. "But now, it seems you shouldn't be worrying about me, but rather preparing to deal with the situation at hand. My suggestion is that we shake hands and make peace, and you leave quietly. This way, we can all save some energy, what do you think?"

"Daydreaming!" Meng Xu sneered.

"Is that so? What a pity..." Ye Zhong sighed, then took another step forward. This time, as he moved, the Six Paths Burial Sword Technique within him slowly activated. The sharp aura dormant within him now burst forth like a sword being drawn from its sheath, incredibly sharp!

"Hmph! You really think that with just a few of you, you can handle all of us here?" Seeing Ye Zhong's actions, Jiang Le's face darkened, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Even if Song Shaochen and Rong Tian were here, they might not be able to do this. Isn't your ambition a bit too big?"

"You're wrong. I have no interest in letting those three guys take action..." Ye Zhong smiled faintly, but his laughter was filled with extreme ferocity. "To deal with you bunch of trash, I'm enough on my own!"

As he finished speaking, Ye Zhong took another step forward. The momentum he gathered surged forward like a tidal wave, clearly showing that he had no intention of continuing to talk nonsense with these strong ones of the Chiyun Martial Mansion, but rather to resolve them with a decisive move.

Faced with Ye Zhong's terrifying momentum, these strong ones of the Chiyun Martial Mansion all had their eyes twitching wildly. Although Ye Zhong was alone, the aura he exuded made many of them hearts race. Even Kōngxū Gongzi and Mo Fanlong couldn't do anything to him; how could these people be his match?

This was also because the events of that day at the City Lord's residence and the recent events in the hall had not yet spread. Otherwise, these strong ones of the Chiyun Martial Mansion would probably lose the courage to stand before him.

Seeing Ye Zhong's simple action bring such a powerful and oppressive presence, Meng Xu's expression changed drastically. He then said in a deep voice, "Ye Zhong, don't go too far! The Chiyun Martial Mansion has no grudge against you. Why must you push us to the limit? Leave a little room for the future!"

"Indeed, we don't have much enmity, but we both want the same thing, so conflict is inevitable, right?" Ye Zhong smiled faintly.

"You—"

Hearing this, Meng Xu was speechless. In the competition for such treasures, there is no right or wrong, only strength. The one with the stronger means gets the most benefits, and this is an absolute truth.

"Ye Zhong, although your means might not be weak, our brother won't be afraid of you!"

"If he were here, the one who would die would be you!"

"Unfortunately, he's not here, right?"

Ye Zhong smiled, having lost interest in continuing to talk nonsense with them. He tapped his toes, and his figure instantly darted forward, moving like a shadow towards the front. Then, a flurry of punches and kicks swept out, covering the area ahead.

"Bang, bang, bang—"

The strong ones of the Chiyun Martial Mansion instinctively reacted, but these ordinary strong ones were at most at the third level of Body Forging. Like the unfortunate children of the Ye family, they had no chance to resist and were sent flying, spitting blood and retreating.

Thus, wherever Ye Zhong went, the strong ones of the Chiyun Martial Mansion were instantly thrown into chaos. Those who were slower to run were thrown out, spitting blood. Even with nearly a hundred strong ones present, they were quickly routed.

Xiang Qiyu and the other three women watched this scene in shock, though they had already seen Ye Zhong's prowess before. They had thought the children of the Ye family were just too weak. But they never expected that even the strong ones of the Chiyun Martial Mansion would be so easily defeated by Ye Zhong.

"Ye Zhong, you're asking for death!"

Meng Xu watched this scene with an iron-gray face, his evil face filled with disbelief. Clearly, he never expected Ye Zhong's means to be so fierce. In the next moment, he stomped his foot and instantly lunged forward. Veins and meridians appeared under his skin, and his blood boiled violently. Then, he gripped a battle axe in his hand, and with a horizontal sweep of his right hand, the battle axe emitted an extremely sharp light, sweeping towards Ye Zhong.

"Inferior Spirit Weapon."

Seeing that even these minor characters could casually pull out Spirit Weapons, Ye Zhong felt a bit depressed. Fortunately, he was here to target high-grade Spirit Weapons; otherwise, if he went to the inheritance site to compete for the先天圣殿 (Xiantian Holy Hall) inheritance, seeing everyone with Spirit Weapons in their hands might blind him.

However, as he watched Meng Xu charging towards him, Ye Zhong's eyes also turned cold. Then, four Asura Sword Seals instantly overlapped on his fist, the blood-colored sword seals containing a killing aura.

"Asura Sword Seal!"

With a light shout in his heart, Ye Zhong's figure turned into a stream of light, advancing instead of retreating, and he launched a fierce punch without any hesitation.

"Bang—"

The axe and the fist collided almost instantly, and a huge explosion echoed, scattering the leaves on the ground. At the point where their attacks met, cracks suddenly appeared on the ground, a sight that was truly shocking!

"Crack—"

The huge battle axe suddenly exploded, and Meng Xu's figure trembled, retreating in a somewhat狼狈 (embarrassed) manner. As he landed, he staggered and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning extremely pale. Clearly, in the clash with Ye Zhong, he was completely at a disadvantage.

"How is this possible!?"

Meng Xu looked at Ye Zhong, who hadn't even wavered, with disbelief. He could clearly feel that Ye Zhong was at the fourth level of Body Forging, just like him. But the power within Ye Zhong was at least several times greater than his. How could this be possible!?

Although Ye Zhong was only at the fourth level of Body Forging, the combat power he displayed now was such that even a fifth-level Body Forging strong one might not be his match.

Could this guy be practicing the Body Forging Spirit Technique of the Star Image Sect?

This thought made Meng Xu's eyes fill with envy and hatred.

Jiang Le, who was covering his fingers, saw Meng Xu's defeat and his face turned even paler. He could clearly feel that if Ye Zhong had used this level of skill against him, his fate would not have been just two broken fingers.

"Get lost, while I'm still in a good mood." Ye Zhong casually gripped his hand and said calmly. Although he usually didn't like to leave tigers to become future threats, he wouldn't kill them if it wasn't necessary. After all, they only had a small conflict of interest, not deep-seated enmity.

Meng Xu and Jiang Le exchanged glances, their expressions somewhat ugly. After a moment, a look of retreat appeared in both their eyes. Even they had been defeated; what could they do if everyone attacked together? As Ye Zhong said, he wasn't interested in killing them now. If they really angered this demon, the outcome would be something they couldn't accept.

"Ye Zhong, we admit defeat this time, but this won't be the end. Our brother will seek justice for us!" Meng Xu stared at Ye Zhong for a moment, then finally sneered and waved his hand, leading a group of defeated soldiers to quickly retreat.

Seeing them leave, Ye Zhong smiled and then waved to Xiang Qiyu and the other three women. Their gazes had already fallen on the Tingtao Pavilion.

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