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Zhao Kui grinned menacingly and commanded, "Charge in and capture them alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so Martial Guards behind him lunged at the members of the Shen Family like wolves.
"Impudent!" Shen Yunting shouted angrily, his figure suddenly moving forward like a wisp of green smoke.
His right hand formed a sword-like gesture, and a faint white light flickered at his fingertips—this was the Shen Family's ancestral skill, Azure Cloud Finger!
With a light tap of his fingertip, a sharp sword aura shot through the air, aimed directly at the throat of one Martial Guard.
That Martial Guard, merely at the fifth level of Blood Condensation Realm, had never encountered such a fierce attack. He was instantly terrified and hurriedly raised his blade to block.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, the steel blade in the Martial Guard's hand shattered. The sword aura continued unabated, piercing through his throat as fear filled his eyes.
"Third Brother!"
"Big Brother!"
The remaining Martial Guards were enraged at the sight and roared as they charged toward Shen Yunting.
Unfazed, Shen Yunting moved with an unpredictable grace, weaving through the crowd like a dragon. With each strike he made, another Martial Guard fell.
His attacks were ruthless and decisive; in an instant, several Martial Guards had met their end at his hands.
"Well done, Big Brother!" Seeing this, Shen Yunlei's blood surged with excitement. He laughed heartily and plunged into the fray.
In contrast to Shen Yunting's elegant wisdom, Shen Yunlei was hot-tempered and aggressive. He wielded a heavy hammer with ferocity, sending those Martial Guards flying wherever he struck. Bones shattered and screams echoed around him.
"Damn it!" Zhao Kui felt a jolt of alarm in his heart at this sight. If this continued, all the low-level Martial Guards he brought would be wiped out here!
It couldn't be delayed any longer! Zhao Kui thought to himself.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward with force, his aura surging as he became a blur charging toward Shen Yunting.
"Big Brother, be careful!" Shen Yunlei exclaimed in shock upon seeing this. He wanted to rush to help but was entangled by other Martial Guards and couldn't break free.
Shen Yunting's expression turned grave; he couldn't afford to be careless. He quickly formed seals with his hands and shouted, "Azure Clouds Block the Sun!"
Suddenly, a torrent of true energy erupted from within him, forming a blue light curtain above his head that enveloped him entirely.
"Break for me!" Zhao Kui roared as he unleashed a punch. A powerful surge of true energy manifested as a golden fist imprint that slammed down onto the blue light curtain.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, the azure light barrier trembled violently, ultimately failing to withstand Zhao Kui's attack, shattering into pieces.
Shen Yunting let out a muffled groan, his body flying backward as a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.
"Big Brother!" Shen Yunlei's eyes widened in fury at the sight, and he roared as he recklessly charged toward Shen Yunting.
"Seeking death!" Zhao Kui sneered, his figure flickering as he instantly appeared before Shen Yunlei, striking toward his chest with a palm.
"Second Brother!" Shen Yunting was alarmed, wanting to rush to the rescue, but it was already too late.
Just as Shen Yunlei was about to meet his end under Zhao Kui's palm, suddenly, a blood-red light shot through like a silver needle.
The crimson light moved at an incredible speed; no one could see what it was. All they heard was a crisp sound, like metal clashing, followed by a muffled groan.
Zhao Kui felt a sharp pain in his palm and looked down to see a small cut on his previously fair hand, blood slowly oozing out.
"Who is it?!" Zhao Kui exclaimed in shock, his voice sharp and commanding.
He had been confident that even someone at the seventh level of the Blood Condensation Realm would struggle against his palm strike, yet this sudden blood light had blocked it. The person who intervened must be stronger than him!
The members of the Shen Family were equally astonished; they had thought Shen Yunlei was doomed this time but were taken aback by the unexpected turn of events that saved him.
Who is it? Who is secretly helping? Shen Yunting couldn't afford to be surprised; he quickly pulled Shen Yunlei behind him and scanned the surroundings warily.
It was silent all around; aside from the rustling leaves in the wind, there were no other sounds.
"Playing tricks!" Zhao Kui's anger flared even more when no one responded. He snorted coldly and moved again to attack Shen Yunting. "Since you refuse my invitation to drink, don't blame me for being rude!"
Shen Yunting took a deep breath, enduring his injuries as he prepared to face Zhao Kui once more.
"Big Brother, I'm coming to help you!" Shen Yunlei disregarded the pain in his palm and joined the fray with a heavy hammer in hand.
The two brothers teamed up and fought fiercely against Zhao Kui.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom of the Shen Family courtyard, an infant lay in a cradle, wide-eyed and curiously watching the battle outside.
This infant was Chen Li.
"Oh dear, Uncle is too impulsive," Chen Li thought as he observed the perilous fight outside, unable to resist nibbling on his fingers.
Though he had just exerted all his strength to condense a thread of Vital Energy into a needle and shot it toward Zhao Kui's palm to buy Shen Yunlei a chance at survival, this was not a long-term solution.
At present, he was merely an infant; the tiny amount of Vital Energy within him was insufficient to sustain prolonged combat.
"Grandpa, when will you recover?" Chen Li cast his gaze toward the old man sitting on the bed not far away. That old man was the head of the Shen Family, Shen Zhentian.
At this moment, Shen Zhentian's face was flushed, and his breath was chaotic, clearly in a critical stage of healing. Chen Li felt an overwhelming anxiety in his heart; if this continued, his uncles would likely be killed. But he was just an infant now, and all he could do was worry—there was nothing else he could do.
Bang!
With a loud crash, Shen Yunting was sent flying by Zhao Kui's palm, crashing heavily against the courtyard wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Big Brother!" Shen Yunlei's eyes widened in rage upon seeing this. He let out a furious roar and charged recklessly at Zhao Kui.
"Overestimating yourself!" Zhao Kui sneered coldly and struck out with a palm, unleashing a powerful surge of true energy that formed a golden giant hand aimed directly at Shen Yunlei.
Just as it seemed that Shen Yunlei would meet his end, a fierce gust of wind suddenly swept out from the bedroom, accompanied by an angry shout: "Stop!"
A figure darted out like lightning, arriving just in time to block in front of Shen Yunlei. With hair standing on end and eyes wide open, an imposing aura pressed down like a mountain—it was none other than Shen Zhentian!
"Father-in-law!"
"Dear!"
Yeh Jing-Shu and Bai Qianyin were filled with panic but immediately felt a surge of hope upon seeing him.
Shen Zhentian paid no mind to anyone else and fixed his gaze firmly on Zhao Kui, coldly stating: "Zhao Kui, you have some nerve to come to my Shen Family and cause trouble!"
Zhao Kui was momentarily intimidated by Shen Zhentian's sudden presence and took half a step back. However, he quickly regained his composure and retorted with a fierce expression: "Shen Zhentian, you're just a useless man; how dare you show off in front of me!"
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