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In mid-air, the energy surged, and rings of force shot out as Ye Zhentian and Ning Zhiyuan's figures flickered in and out of sight. Each appearance was accompanied by the clash of fists and feet, producing thunderous booms.
The members of the Ning Family at Silver Moon Square were terrified and scattered in all directions. The clash of experts at the Eighth Layer of Yuan Martial Realm unleashed a residual force that these Martial Realm warriors could not withstand!
"This... is this the true power of an Eighth Layer of Yuan Martial Realm expert? My cultivation is already at the Third Level of Yuan Martial Realm, yet why is there such a vast difference in strength? Whether it's my grandfather or that old man from the Ning Family, they could probably wipe me out with just a finger!"
Ning Hong stared blankly at the battle unfolding in mid-air, murmuring to himself.
"The Origin Martial Realm, like the Martial Realm, is also divided into nine levels. The further you go, the harder it becomes to break through, so the difference in strength is naturally immense. However, your talent is quite good; at such a young age, you have already reached the Third Level of Yuan Martial Realm. As long as you cooperate well with our Imperial Family of the Capital, you will eventually grow to your grandfather's level!"
Leihua, standing beside Ning Hong, heard his muttering and turned to him calmly.
"Is that so?" Ning Hong clenched his fist and suddenly thought of Ye Feng. "If he were still alive, he would have limitless potential. Fortunately, that kid is foolish; otherwise, he would truly be a tough opponent!"
"Uncle Lei, who do you think has a better chance of winning—my grandfather or that old man from the Ye Family?" Ning Hong asked cautiously.
"Their cultivations are already different. Ye Zhentian is only one step away from breaking through to Yuanwu Realm Ninth Level, while Ning Family Head is still in the mid-stage of Eighth Layer of Yuan Martial Realm. Moreover, both his movement martial techniques and combat martial techniques are not as powerful as Ye Zhentian's! But don't worry; Ning Family Head's actions this time are merely a probe. With his cultivation level, it won't be easy for Ye Zhentian to defeat him. Ning Family Head can withdraw at any time!" Leihua said calmly after glancing at the fierce battle in the air.
"Uncle Lei can see clearly what's happening in the sky; it seems your cultivation level is definitely higher than theirs!" Ning Hong said with great respect.
Leihua snorted lightly but did not respond to this remark.
At that moment, the explosive sounds in mid-air came to an abrupt halt. After several exchanges, both men appeared simultaneously and slowly descended to the ground from more than ten feet apart.
"Ning old man, ten years ago when we fought, you were only at the early stage of Eighth Layer of Yuan Martial Realm. I didn't expect that over these ten years, your cultivation has improved to the mid-stage of Eighth Layer of Yuan Martial Realm. I thought that today I could easily take you down!"
After this fierce battle, Ye Zhentian's breathing rate was only slightly faster than before; he was hardly affected. In contrast, Ning Zhiyuan's face was flushed red, panting heavily and appearing somewhat strained.
"Ye Zhentian, I didn't expect that at your age, you still haven't given up on cultivation. Do you really want to protect the Ye Family for a lifetime?"
Ye Zhentian chuckled dismissively and walked directly in front of Ye Zhan, embracing the seemingly weak Ye Zhan.
"Since your abilities are insufficient and you can't bear to see the Various Forces suffer casualties, I'll take Zhan Er with me. When you launch a full-scale attack on my Ye Family, I'll compete with you again!"
"Fine, it's just Ye Zhan. Even if I return him to you, your Ye Family won't be able to stir up much trouble!" Ning Zhiyuan said with a somewhat grim expression.
"Hahaha, consider it an old man's debt to you!" Ye Zhentian laughed heartily, lightly stepping on the ground and using his Willow Technique to float up like a wisp of smoke.
At that moment, the seemingly completely exhausted Ye Zhan suddenly pulled out a dagger from his embrace and fiercely stabbed it toward Ye Zhentian's abdomen!
Ye Zhentian was fully on guard against an ambush from the Ning Family and never expected that his own grandson would turn against him at such close range, leaving him no time to evade!
"Beast!" Ye Zhentian shouted angrily, striking down on Ye Zhan's shoulder and sending him flying! His own body then paused for a moment before slowly descending from the air, revealing a gray dagger embedded in his abdomen, blood staining his white robe!
"Hahaha, Ye Zhentian, this is the good grandson you raised. How does it feel to be betrayed by your own flesh and blood? What a pity; it seems I, Ning Zhiyuan, will no longer have the chance to fight you. Brother Lei, Yuan Brother, if we don't act now, then when?" Ning Zhiyuan laughed maniacally from a distance, his voice filled with killing intent.
"Attack! We must kill that old man!" Leihua coldly commanded as he shot toward Ye Zhentian like an arrow released from its bow.
"Understood!"
In an instant, two black-clad warriors leaped out from the Ning Family crowd!
Having been betrayed by the grandson he risked his life to save, the furious Ye Zhentian could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Dad!!" On the other side of Silver Moon Square, a gray figure darted in like lightning, directly blocking the path of two black-clad warriors.
The suddenly appeared Gray-Clad Man had disheveled hair and a scruffy beard, looking somewhat disheveled, but the fierce light shining in his eyes made both black-clad warriors pause.
"Get lost!" the Gray-Clad Man shouted coldly, completely disregarding the two black-clad warriors.
"You are also from the Ye Family. What great courage you have to dare come here to die. Just right, I'll send you and your family head straight to hell!" The Skinny Man beside Leihua had never been looked down upon like this before. He immediately drew a short sword from his back and, with a flicker of his figure, appeared behind the Gray-Clad Man.
"Die!" The Skinny Man sneered, slashing his short sword directly at the Gray-Clad Man's neck.
With a loud bang, as the Skinny Man struck, he felt a blur before his eyes, followed by an overwhelming force hitting him squarely in the chest, so fast that he couldn't react in time.
"Yuan Li!!" Leihua exclaimed in shock, rushing forward to support the already gasping Skinny Man.
"A Ninth Level Yuanwu Realm expert! When did the Ye Family produce such a strong warrior! Ning Zhiyuan, what else are you hiding from us?" A cold glint flashed in Leihua's eyes as he turned to look at Ning Zhiyuan.
Ning Zhiyuan was completely stunned by what was happening before him. He had originally thought that the Gray-Clad Man was just another Ye Family disciple come to die. He never expected that someone with comparable cultivation to himself would be knocked out so easily!
"You are Ye Honglin, no doubt about it! You are Ye Honglin, the designated heir of the Ye Family. Impossible! Impossible! Didn't you fall into addiction and waste away your cultivation? How could you appear here!" Ning Zhiyuan finally recognized the face of the Gray-Clad Man and exclaimed in surprise.
"Ye Honglin, the one who suddenly announced ten years ago that he would give up his claim to the Ye Family inheritance!" Leihua's brows furrowed tightly, his expression growing increasingly grim.
"That's right, it must be him. Although he has changed somewhat in appearance, his talent was simply too astonishing back then. Old Man's impression is extremely deep; there's no way I could be mistaken!" Ning Zhiyuan declared loudly.
"If it really is Ye Honglin, then it's not your problem. A Ninth Level Yuanwu Realm expert? I didn't expect there would actually be a time when I need to use all my strength!" Leihua sneered, seemingly unfazed by Ye Honglin's cultivation level.
“Ye Honglin, if you want to save your father, it all depends on whether you have the ability!” Leihua laughed loudly, his aura surging dramatically as his cultivation level soared from the Eighth Layer of Yuan Martial Realm to the Yuanwu Realm Ninth Level!
It turned out that Leihua had been hiding his strength all along, and now he unleashed all of it, his powerful presence even faintly overshadowing Ye Honglin.
However, Ye Honglin paid no attention to Leihua's actions. After injuring Yuan Li, he went straight to Ye Zhentian's side, took out a dagger, and pressed down on several acupoints before pulling out a few pills from his pocket and directly stuffing them into Ye Zhentian's mouth.
Ye Zhentian let out a muffled groan, tears welling in his old eyes as he looked at Ye Honglin and softly said, “I knew it; my son Ye Zhentian is definitely not a useless coward!”
“You're over a hundred years old; why do you insist on showing off? Stop talking nonsense and quickly circulate your energy to heal. I don't have time to take care of you!” Ye Honglin said coldly.
“Give it to the Old Man; kill that traitor Ye Zhan and cleanse our clan!” After struggling to say this, Ye Zhentian finally sat cross-legged and began to channel the Vital Energy within him.
At this moment, lying on the ground in pain was Ye Zhan. Seeing Ye Honglin reveal his true strength only intensified the anger in his eyes.
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Under the night sky, a blue-clad youth and a purple-clad girl were sprinting through the desert with incredible speed, raising clouds of dust that obscured the sun.
The unusual scene in the desert was soon noticed by the Ning Family Descendants atop Ximen City. To the west of Silvermoon City lay the Silver Moon Secret Realm, and the swiftness of their movements quickly led the Ning Family Descendants to speculate about the identity of the newcomers!
“Quickly, dispatch personnel! I never expected there would still be survivors from other Various Forces in the Silver Moon Secret Realm!” commanded a tall middle-aged man in golden armor through gritted teeth.
A commotion erupted atop the city wall, and before long, numerous soldiers armed with bows and crossbows filled the battlements.
“Wang Qi, hurry back to the family and request reinforcements. Inform them that young members from other families have escaped from the Silver Moon Secret Realm.”
"Yes, yes sir!" a Red Armored Soldier hurriedly responded and immediately ran into the city.
"Miss Chen, Ximen seems to have been occupied by the Ning Family. It appears the Zhang Family has completely disappeared from Silvermoon City!" After breaking through to the Fourfold Elemental Martial Realm, Ye Feng's vision was further enhanced. At this moment, Silvermoon City was dim, illuminated only by a few torches.
"The Zhang Family... the Zhang Family has been destroyed!" Chen Xiaobing's expression became dazed; she never expected that her greatest fear would finally come true.
"There's no time to waste. I'll go ahead and deal with those guards on the city wall. After that, I'll open the city gate and meet up with you!" Ye Feng said in a deep voice.
"Brother Ye, be careful. We made quite a commotion coming here, so they must be prepared," Chen Xiaobing nodded.
"Don't worry!" Ye Feng sneered and fully unleashed the Wind Chaser Step. His figure suddenly flickered in place, and when he was seen again, he had already dashed over ten meters away.
Chen Xiaobing's gaze sharpened; she never imagined that Ye Feng could move at such speed. She had been struggling to maintain her top speed but realized she was barely reaching one-third of Ye Feng's full speed.
Ye Feng's ghostly figure was soon spotted by the Ye Family Disciples on the city wall.
"Fire! Shoot quickly! Don't let him get close to the city gate!" The Golden Armored Man and Divine Soul were both shaken, shouting in panic.
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