"Boom!"
At this mont, a loud explosion ca from outside, followed by a chorus of wails.
With suspicion in his heart, he walked into the courtyard, his gaze imdiately becoming sharp.
"Ah!"
More than thirty Ye Family guards flew in, smashing the floor and shattering the main hall door into several pieces.
Dozens lay on the ground howling in pain, while a circle of martial artists retreated quickly. Eight shadows slowly approached, each holding a freshly severed head.
Seeing the eight, Ye Zhenkun turned pale, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Myanmar Eight Generals? How are you here?"
No one from the eight responded. One stepped forward and threw a punch.
"Roar!"
Fist power erupted like a cannon shot, the air burst apart, the martial artist guarding in front of Ye Zhenkun was scattered like leaves, blood spraying everywhere.
In an instant, dozens more were killed, leaving only Ye Zhenkun standing in the courtyard, trembling all over, both angry and fearful.
"Old Master of Ye Family, long ti no see!"
The man who punched grinned, revealing white teeth.
"Sai Ye? How dare the Myanmar Eight Generals appear here, aren’t you afraid my son will kill you one by one?"
Ye Zhenkun forced himself to stay calm, speaking coldly.
Sai Ye shook his head, his voice icy cold.
"Being injured by Ye Yan and Ye Gang back then and driven out of Huaxia was a great humiliation. We will never forget. This ti, we are here to settle that debt!"
Ye Zhenkun understood. During the counter-offensive war against Yue Country, Yan Wudao faced the enemy on the frontline.
But the Myanmar Eight Generals sneaked into Yanjing, hoping to win with surprise tactics, only to be defeated by Ye Yan and Ye Gang, fleeing in disgrace.
Now they quietly reappear, surely to wash away the sha, and he is in mortal danger at this mont.
"Back then, Ye Yan was so strong that we felt no match against him even now. Unfortunately for you, the Ye Family’s genius has vanished, and Ye Gang is not in Yanjing. Otherwise, we wouldn’t dare visit the Ye Family so boldly!"
Sai Ye stepped into the courtyard, the other seven generals with cold eyes, looking at Ye Zhenkun as if he were a dead man.
"Old Master of Ye Family, you always watched over the younger generation of the Ye Family. Yue Country’s Thirteen Earthly Fiends are currently dealing with Bai Fu Villa."
Ye Zhenkun’s pupils contracted, knowing he faced a certain death situation. But thinking that Ye Lei, Ye Shan, and Ye Miao were still there to hold the Ye Family up, he was not overly fearful.
But what Sai Ye said, that Yue Country’s Thirteen Earthly Fiends headed to Bai Fu Villa?
He knew their capabilities well; even with Yan Wudao at Bai Fu Villa, it would be hard to fend them all off.
A tinge of sadness welled up in his heart, as he heard Sai Ye continue: "Ye Gang’s wife is already being dealt with by the Tai Bang Three Witches; they will make her life worse than death. As for your life, Old Master, it is ours to take."
He sneered: "I’m sure Ye Gang will be quite ’surprised’ with the news of your death and his wife’s tragedy!"
Ye Zhenkun wore a look of despair as he suddenly felt his thoughts co to a halt, always assuming Yanjing was the safest place in Huaxia. But the appearance of the Myanmar Eight Generals was a rude awakening.
"Heaven has forsaken my Ye Family!"
Today, it wasn’t just his life at stake, even the three at Bai Fu Villa were in grave danger. If so, the Ye Family’s direct lineage would only have Ye Gang and Ye Qingfeng left, with no one outstanding among the younger generation, an unprecedented blow to the Ye Family.
Sai Ye showed no pity; killing, for him, made no distinction between n, won, young or old.
As his palm extended, a re spiritual power release could kill Ye Zhenkun from ten ters away.
At that mont, a calm voice suddenly emanated from the side.
"Though this old fellow disgusts , he’s not for you to kill!"
The voice was youthful, as if from the Nine Heavens, yet seed to be close by.
The Myanmar Eight Generals stiffened, turning to look.
A young man, elegant and dashing, handso like a star, lifted his eyelids, his expression indifferent.
He stood atop the high wall beside the courtyard, but the Eight Generals from Myanmar had the illusion that he was up in the clouds, unattainable, high above.
Ye Zhenkun felt both the voice and the "address" were familiar. He turned to look, his gaze freezing instantly.
"Xiao Feng?"
His eyes widened in disbelief at Ye Qingfeng’s unexpected appearance.
"Where did this brat co from? Get lost, now!"
Almost instantly, Ye Zhenkun’s expression changed to one of rage, shouting at Ye Qingfeng harshly.
While lowly roaring, he winked at Ye Qingfeng, intending for Ye Qingfeng to leave imdiately.
Ye Zhenkun was truly anxious; he dared not disclose Ye Qingfeng’s identity as a Ye Family descendant, nor let the Myanmar Eight Generals know that Ye Qingfeng was Ye Yan’s son, or Ye Gang’s nephew, or the Eight Generals would never let him go.
At this mont, Ye Shan and Ye Lei were already in imminent danger. If Ye Qingfeng were also killed by the Myanmar Eight Generals, the third generation of the Ye Family’s direct lineage would be wiped out, leaving only minor branches.
Yet Ye Qingfeng seed completely oblivious to his signals, smiling playfully.
"Old fellow, is that a hint for to escape?"
On hearing this, Ye Zhenkun almost exploded with rage. If Ye Qingfeng understood his hint, why ntion it aloud?
Sure enough, the Myanmar Eight Generals sneered coldly at his words.
"Oh? It seems this boy is also a mber of the Ye Family. For the Old Master of Ye Family to value him so highly, could he be Ye Yan’s son?"
Ye Zhenkun turned pale, his withered hand trembling, quickly denying it.
"Hmph, just a kid from a minor branch of my Ye Family. How could he earn my regard?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qingfeng suddenly replied: "Yes, I am Ye Yan’s son, Ye Gang’s nephew, so what?"
Hearing Ye Qingfeng’s admission, Ye Zhenkun wished he could slap the brat to death.
He had been desperately signaling, hoping he would escape, but Ye Qingfeng was walking himself into a trap.
"Oh? Are you truly Ye Yan’s son?"
Sai Ye’s eyes shone brightly; he hadn’t expected such an unexpected gain.
Their visit to Yanjing aid to eliminate the outstanding talents there and to seek revenge on Ye Yan and Ye Gang for past defeats.
They had planned to annihilate the Ye Family and let Liu i suffer the Soul-devouring Heart-piercing Curse, but hadn’t expected to encounter Ye Yan’s son.
This truly was a three-for-one dagger, sure to break Ye Gang’s heart, shattering him completely.
"Myanmar Eight Generals, what are your intentions?" Ye Zhenkun moved slightly toward the high wall, speaking coldly, "Seeking revenge, take this old bones of mine, why the need to annihilate completely?"
"Brat, run quickly, your Brother Lei and Brother Shan are already in danger. If you don’t leave, do you really want the Ye Family line to end?"
Ye Zhenkun turned to Ye Qingfeng with pleading eyes, tears almost welling up in his old eyes.
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