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A dramatic scene unfolded at Silver Moon Square, shocking everyone present. No one expected that the strongest member of the Ye Family was not Ye Zhentian, but the previously unknown Ye Honglin.
"Ye Honglin, I didn't expect you to hide so deeply. However, since you have thrown yourself into the net today, you won't escape with your life. Ning Family disciples, listen up! Use all your strength to eliminate the Ye Family father and son. Do not let them escape back to the Ye Family!"
Due to Ning Zhiyuan's oversight, a guest who rushed from the capital had already been injured, and according to what Ning Hong said earlier, even Special Envoy Zhao Qingyang had been killed. Even if he managed to take Silvermoon City, it would be difficult to explain to the Imperial Family of the Capital.
Furious, Ning Zhiyuan issued the order for a full-scale attack. Suddenly, dozens of Origin Martial Realm warriors surged out around Silver Moon Square. Most of these individuals were elite members of the Ning Family, with a small portion coming from the Imperial Family of the Capital. This formidable force was enough to deal with any faction within Silvermoon City.
Ye Honglin also realized the gravity of the situation. Most of the Ye Family members were still stationed at East Street, and Leihua was already difficult to handle, not to mention the dozens of suddenly appearing Origin Martial Realm warriors.
“Father, it seems that we can't kill Ye Zhan now. We can only wait until later to settle this score. We should quickly return to the Ye Family and use the defenses we have set up there to respond!” Ye Honglin frowned and said to Ye Zhentian, who was sitting cross-legged healing his injuries.
Ye Zhentian sighed deeply, glanced at Ye Zhan behind Leihua, and nodded in agreement with Ye Honglin's suggestion.
“Daring to harm my brother? You think you can leave so easily? Today, both of you will die here!” Leihua had already noticed Ye Honglin's movements. With a sinister smile, he suddenly lunged forward.
“Yang Thunder Style, Pure Yang Thunder Palm!”
Leihua shouted fiercely as his Vital Energy erupted within him, causing cracks to form in the solid ground of Silver Moon Square. As he charged forward rapidly, fiery red lightning threads wrapped around his entire body.
“It's actually a low-grade Xuan rank Martial Technique, Yang Thunder Nine Styles! This person has cultivated dual attribute Martial Techniques!” Ye Honglin's heart sank as he realized that Leihua was not easy to deal with.
“Thousand Leaf Palm!” Unwilling to back down, Ye Honglin launched an attack, instantly creating thousands of palm shadows to block Leihua's path.
“Foolish! You dare compete with me using a mid-grade Yellow rank Martial Technique?” Leihua sneered as a dazzling burst of fiery red light erupted from his hand and directly struck into the palm shadows.
Facing the attack of the Pure Yang Thunder Palm, the Thousand Leaf Palm was almost instantly shattered without any resistance, easily broken by Leihua. However, a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face, and he inwardly shouted that it was bad.
Indeed, just as Leihua had guessed, Ye Honglin's Thousand Leaf Palm seemed impressive, but all the thousands of palm shadows were nearly all illusions.
He had deliberately stopped to directly compete in palm strength to injure Ye Honglin, but unexpectedly, the opponent chose to avoid confrontation. Taking advantage of Leihua's momentary pause, Ye Honglin reached out and pulled Ye Zhentian into his embrace, swiftly retreating like a wisp of smoke.
"Scoundrel! How dare you play tricks on me! Cloud Step!" Leihua shouted angrily as he watched the figure drifting away in the distance, and without hesitation, he unleashed his strongest movement technique!
Leihua lightly tapped his feet and soared into the air at incredible speed to pursue them.
At this moment, he was not anxious. Although Ye Honglin's Martial Technique was impressive, escaping while carrying someone else would not be so easy. Moreover, three elite members of the Ning Family were approaching from the direction where Ye Family's father and son were retreating. While these individuals were not a match for Ye Honglin, most were at the First Level of Yuan Martial Realm or Second Level cultivation; they could effectively obstruct Ye Honglin.
Ye Honglin also noticed several elite members of the Ning Family coming to intercept him not far ahead. His heart sank; if these people teamed up to block him, it would be difficult for him to kill them quickly, and it would definitely allow Leihua to catch up relentlessly.
"Honglin, that dagger is coated with deadly poison. My Vital Energy has been continuously draining; there's no use in you saving me now. Just leave me here; I will help you hold off these guys while you escape alone!" Ye Zhentian also realized the dire situation.
"That little brat really wants to kill you!" Ye Honglin was furious. He regretted not risking his life earlier to take down Ye Zhan.
"The family has produced such a disgrace; it's also my responsibility as your grandfather. If this matter gets out, I, Ye Zhentian, will have no face to see anyone again. It’s better for you to leave me here; I can still ensure your escape!" Ye Zhentian said gloomily.
"Old man, stop saying useless nonsense! No matter what happens today, I, Ye Honglin, will take you out!"
A fierce look flashed in Ye Honglin's eyes as he was about to stop when suddenly a series of screams echoed from ahead.
A boy dressed in a gray bodysuit, wielding the Azure Longsword, suddenly appeared from nowhere. With a swift motion of his hands, without any visible action, two of the three elite descendants of the Ning Family blocking Ye Honglin fell to the ground.
As for the third Ning Family descendant, who was paralyzed with fear, he was easily decapitated by the boy's Azure Longsword.
“Father, Grandfather, you must leave now!” The boy raised his head and calmly said to Ye Honglin and the other.
This boy was none other than Ye Feng, who had hurriedly come from the Silver Moon Secret Realm.
“Feng Er, you’re safe! That’s wonderful!” Ye Honglin was both surprised and delighted upon recognizing the boy's face. However, he also understood that the situation was extremely urgent, so he did not stop but swiftly moved past Ye Feng with Ye Zhentian.
“Feng Er, you should quickly return to the Ye Family. The one pursuing us is a master at the Peak of the Ninth Level of Yuan Martial Realm; you are no match for him!”
Ye Feng cast a cold glance at Leihua, who was rapidly approaching. Suddenly, he vanished from his spot and followed Ye Honglin as they rushed home.
At this moment, Ye Feng was also shaken by his father's powerful aura. He was currently at the Fourth Level of Origin Martial Realm and could sense cultivators below the Eighth Layer of Yuan Martial Realm. His father’s cultivation level was beyond his detection range, indicating that his father was at least at the Ninth Level of Yuanwu Realm!
His father, who had always been gloomy and drowned his sorrows in alcohol within the family, turned out to be the most powerful martial artist in Silvermoon City. This revelation instantly elevated Ye Feng's spirits.
“Ning Family, if you want to fight, then let’s fight! My Ye Family will never back down!”
Leihua also witnessed what had transpired ahead. He could hardly believe that his only hope of stopping Ye Zhentian and his son had been effortlessly shattered by such a young boy.
Three Origin Martial Realm warriors couldn’t even last a single round against this boy; it was simply unbelievable.
"How many strong individuals does the Ye Family hide? That young man looks like he is only at the Fourth Level of the Origin Martial Realm. Could it be that he is also concealing his true strength?"
When the Imperial Family of the Capital sent him to assist the Ning Family in sweeping through Silvermoon City, he felt it was somewhat of an overestimation. He assumed that in a small border town like Silvermoon City, the strongest martial artist would merely be Ning Zhiyuan from the Ning Family. With his cultivation at the Peak of the Ninth Level of Yuan Martial Realm, he thought it would be easy to handle.
"Wait, why does that young man's Azure Longsword look so familiar? That's right, it's Young Master Zhao's Azure Dragon Sword. If Ning Hong is correct, this young man should be Ye Feng from the Ye Family. Zhao Qingyang was killed by this person!"
Leihua recognized the Azure Dragon Sword in Ye Feng's hand and felt an uncontrollable rage. With a sudden stomp, his feet emitted faint glimmers of light, and his figure sped up noticeably, clearly demonstrating that he had mastered the Cloud Step to perfection.
"Ye Zhentian and Ye Honglin won't catch up for now, but Ye Feng, how dare you lay hands on Young Master Zhao of the Imperial Family of the Capital? Even if it costs me my Vital Energy, I will tear you to pieces!"
Ye Feng sensed Leihua closing in on him. Both their martial techniques—Cloud Step and Wind Chaser Step—were high-quality Yellow Rank techniques, nearly equal in capability. However, their cultivation levels were vastly different; Leihua's peak at Yuanwu Ninth Level allowed him to easily close the distance between them.
"This won't do!" Ye Feng frowned. Although his strength had increased, facing a master at Yuanwu Ninth Level, he would likely have no choice but to surrender.
"It seems I have no choice!" Ye Feng wasn't just focused on fleeing; he was constantly sensing Leihua's movements. Each martial technique has specific footwork patterns that allow one to channel Vital Energy and significantly enhance speed. He was currently analyzing Leihua's stepping patterns.
After all, as a mere Origin Martial Realm warrior, even a peak Ninth Level Leihua couldn't fly indefinitely; there would always be moments when he needed to land and gather strength.
Just as Ye Feng anticipated, Leihua's figure slowly descended from the air. At this moment, the distance between them was less than ten zhang. Seizing this opportunity, as Leihua stepped forward using Cloud Step, Ye Feng suddenly jolted his wrist, sending three dark red Blood Pattern Steel needles shooting out from his sleeve!
Utilizing the powerful sensing ability of a cultivator, Ye Feng precisely controlled the direction, force, and angle of these three Blood Pattern Needles as they shot forth!
"What is this?!" Leihua, who was closely following Ye Feng, was taken aback. As a strong practitioner at Yuanwu Realm Ninth Level, his reaction speed to danger was extremely quick. The dark red Blood Pattern Needles were difficult to detect in the night; however, he still managed to evade them swiftly due to his body's reflexes.
However, in his attempt to dodge, he lost his composure, causing the steps of Cloud Step to fail to land in the correct position. The circulation of Vital Energy in his leg's Meridian came to a halt, and Leihua stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
"Brat, you actually know how to use hidden weapons, and your luck is quite good; you just happened to interrupt my Cloud Step!" Leihua exclaimed in surprise. As he tried to chase forward, Ye Feng had already vanished without a trace.
"Hey, those three Blood Pattern Steel have disappeared!" What shocked Leihua even more was that the three Blood Pattern Steel that should have been embedded in the ground suddenly vanished the moment he looked up!
"Hmph, the Ye Family is right here in Silvermoon City. I don't believe you would abandon your entire family. When the time comes, I will uproot all of you Ye Zhan!" Leihua snorted coldly and turned back toward the main force of the Ning Family.
"Feng Er, how did you escape?" While fleeing ahead, Ye Honglin was worried that Leihua would catch up with Ye Feng, as their cultivation levels were simply too different.
It wasn't until Leihua's overwhelming presence suddenly disappeared that Ye Honglin finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowed his pace, waiting for Ye Feng to catch up.
"Dad, this is a long story, and it's not convenient right now. Once we return to the Ye Family, I will explain everything in detail. How is Grandpa? Is he alright?" Ye Feng looked nervously at the unconscious Ye Zhentian.
"The situation is not looking good. The dagger that stabbed him was poisoned. It seems Ye Zhan really intended to kill his own grandfather!"
"What? It was him!" Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's expression turned as cold as ice. "Ye Zhan, you bastard! If I don't skin you alive and tear you apart into pieces, then I am not worthy of being a Ye Family Disciple!"
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