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As the news of the Wang Family Head being slain by the Ye Family Ancestor spread, panic gripped the city, and an ominous atmosphere loomed over all.
In the solemn and ancient assembly hall of the Ye family, Ye Xingchen sat at the head of the table, his presence towering like a majestic mountain, exuding an aura that commanded respect. Flanking him were several Elder Ye, their expressions serious, their eyes glinting with determination and resolve.
Ye Xingchen's voice resonated deeply within the hall, powerful like thunder: "Is our elite ready for action?" His tone carried an undeniable authority, as if he had already made a decision while posing the question. The elders rose in unison, bowing respectfully.
One elder, aged yet sharp-eyed, spoke with a grave tone: "Once you give the command, we will mobilize our elite to annihilate the Wang family and assert our dominance!"
Ye Xingchen nodded slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "The Wang Family Ancestor has already stepped into the Celestial Realm; such a formidable opponent must be dealt with by me. The rest can consider this an opportunity for our younger generation to gain experience." With that, he waved his hand lightly, signaling everyone to withdraw.
The elders took their leave, striding purposefully out of the assembly hall towards the Wang Family Mansion. The elite of the Ye family were already prepared, clad in black and wielding sharp blades like phantoms of the night, silently awaiting Ye Xingchen's orders.
When the elders conveyed Ye Xingchen's intent to them, fierce battle spirit ignited in their eyes as they envisioned the Wang Family Mansion reduced to ruins. "Let’s go; leave no trace of the Wang family!" commanded Ye Family Grand Elder Ye Nantian as he led a group of skilled fighters hastily toward the entrance of the Wang family estate. Their gazes were fierce and unwavering, as if they could pierce through any obstacles and uncover the secrets within.
At that moment, hurried and heavy footsteps shattered the silence. The figure of Wang Feilong emerged like a tiger descending from the mountain, striding forward with fury blazing in his reddened eyes as if he intended to burn down the world itself. "You Ye family are truly intent on exterminating us!" he roared.
Ye Nantian, a lean but sharp-eyed elder, smirked coldly at Wang Feilong's words. His smile was laced with both mockery and resolve. "Wang Feilong, has your family ever spared my Ye family? For years now, your clan has pressed us relentlessly; we have nowhere left to retreat."
"Today’s battle will be one where either you die or I do!"
Wang Feilong's expression darkened further upon hearing this; he understood that there would be no peaceful resolution today. Without further words, he vanished like a ghost and charged toward Ye Nantian.
He swiftly formed seals with his hands as a tremendous surge of spiritual power gathered in his palms, transforming into a brilliant bolt of lightning aimed directly at Ye Nantian. This was the Wang family's ultimate technique: Thunder Palm—a force powerful enough to shake mountains.
However, just at that critical moment, an overwhelming pressure descended from above like a collapsing sky. This oppressive force instilled an unprecedented fear and reverence in everyone present.
A figure slowly descended from the clouds—dressed in white and appearing ethereal—it was none other than Ye Xingchen. His cultivation in the Celestial Realm was fully manifested at this moment.
With piercing eyes fixed on Wang Feilong, his voice carried an undeniable authority: "No wonder you have such confidence; you too have reached the Celestial Realm." Hearing this declaration from Ye Xingchen caused all present to look on in astonishment; they had not anticipated that Wang Family Ancestor was also a Celestial Being. Yet here was a Celestial Being bullying a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator—"Wang Feilong," Ye Xingchen remarked disdainfully, "you seem to be regressing."
Wang Feilong's face paled as he processed Ye Xingchen's advancement into the Celestial Realm. Initially dismissive of his opponent’s strength due to their shared realm status, he now realized that Ye Xingchen was not merely an early Celestial Being but had already reached mid-level cultivation—a point from which there was no turning back.
Through gritted teeth he declared: "Ye Xingchen! Do not be arrogant! Even if it costs me my life today, I will not let you succeed!"
Ye Xingchen shook his head gently; pity and helplessness filled his gaze. "Wang Feilong, do you think reaching the Celestial Realm means you can contend with me? Not all Celestial Beings are equal."
With those words came an even greater oppressive force that left Wang Feilong gasping for breath.
Fear seeped into Wang Feilong's voice as he trembled while pointing at Ye Xingchen: "You... you are actually at mid-level Celestial Being!" The Celestial Realm spans from one to nine levels like a treacherous ascent; each step more arduous than the last.
Levels one through three are merely preliminary explorations; levels four through six represent mid-level cultivation—and here stood Ye Xingchen who had already attained this stage! His eyes burned with fierce determination mixed with despair as he stared at Ye Xingchen.
Wang Feilong had never felt such fear before. He had believed that with his early-stage Celestial Being cultivation—even risking his life—he could secure a glimmer of hope for his family. Yet before him stood Ye Xingchen like an insurmountable mountain separating them by an ever-widening chasm created by mid-level cultivation.
Was it destined that today would mark calamity for the Wang family? A cry of despair echoed within Wang Feilong as he trembled slightly, feeling as though he might collapse at any moment. His eyes flickered with desperation and madness.
He understood that this battle was likely to be his last stand. Without hesitation, he activated the forbidden secret technique passed down through generations in his family: Blood Shadow Palm.
Blood Shadow Palm—a name that sent chills down one’s spine—was akin to a scarlet hue against nightfall, steeped in endless slaughter and destruction.
This secret technique is an extreme measure that inflicts a thousand wounds on the enemy while costing the user eight hundred in return. The practitioner must expend all their vital energy to achieve a temporary surge in power, elevating their strength by three minor realms for the duration of a single incense stick's burn. However, after this brief brilliance, what awaits them is the tragic end of depleted vitality and fading life.
Wang Feilong's figure, propelled by the Blood Shadow Palm, resembled a ferocious beast as he lunged at Ye Xingchen. His palm wind was sharp as a blade, accompanied by a howling that tore through the air, unstoppable in its momentum.
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