Ye Jingyu sprinted wildly, weaving through Lingyan City with blistering speed and agile maneuvers, but he was doggedly pursued by more than ten Grandmasters; no matter how adeptly he dodged, escaping their relentless chase proved utterly impossible…

Yet, he felt no sense of panic. In fact, seeing everyone drawn to him only made him relax further. Once he confirmed that Chi Yixiu and the others had broken through the encirclement, Ye Jingyu abruptly halted…

Bai Ziyun was the first to arrive, followed instantly by Bai Jingfei, and then the remaining eight Grandmasters appeared one by one. The ten men formed a perfect ring, boxing Ye Jingyu into the center. However, they made no immediate move to attack. In their eyes, Ye Jingyu must be utterly exhausted and incapable of fleeing further. Against ten Grandmasters, even with wings, escape would be unthinkable unless he were a Martial Saint…

“Run now, why aren’t you running anymore?” Bai Ziyun was boiling with suppressed rage. Bai Xiaomo was his son, and the face of the murderer was right before him. Yet, constrained by his father’s prior instructions, he couldn't strike immediately, which filled him with deep frustration. Secretly, however, Bai Ziyun resolved that throughout the coming ordeal, he would torment Ye Jingyu thoroughly, ensuring he would long for death but find no release…

“Even if this young master stops running, do you truly believe you can capture me?” Ye Jingyu countered with a strange smile, his gaze locking onto Bai Jingfei. Towards this young expert he had previously clashed with, Ye Jingyu felt profound caution; a master who reached the Grandmaster realm before the age of thirty could never be described merely as a genius…

He felt nothing but disdain for Bai Ziyun…

“Still putting on a brave front on the edge of death…” Bai Ziyun laughed fiercely. He truly could not fathom where this fellow derived his confidence from. Surrounded by ten Grandmasters, did he imagine he could still slip away?

“Heh heh, shall we make a wager then? If I manage to leave, I am your grandfather. If you manage to capture me, I become your son’s grandfather…” Ye Jingyu declared with a wicked grin…

Bai Ziyun froze, still puzzling over the source of Ye Jingyu’s audacity to propose a bet. But in a mere moment, the meaning of Ye Jingyu’s words registered, and he erupted in furious indignation…

“You court death!” Bai Ziyun roared, thrusting one hand forward. A phantom shape materialized in the air and lunged toward Ye Jingyu—it was the Bai family’s Azure Nether Claw…

Facing that formidable grab, Ye Jingyu didn't even glance at it. He spun and bolted toward Bai Da’s position instead. Bai Da sneered and slashed his hand through the void, preparing to unleash a punch at Ye Jingyu. But suddenly, a chill swept down his spine. Before he could react to what was happening, he felt an overwhelming force slam violently into his back, instantly scattering the Zhen Yuan energy he had just condensed. His body shot forward uncontrollably…

A silver glint flashed in Ye Jingyu’s eyes as a golden ripple blasted out, striking Bai Da while he was airborne, making his vision swim with golden spots. Seizing the moment, Ye Jingyu drew his Heaven Sovereign Blade in a swift arc, and a spurt of crimson blood instantly sprayed forth…

The other Grandmasters had barely registered the move when they saw a dark shadow shoot out from behind Bai Da, slamming him away. By the time they regained focus, Ye Jingyu’s Heaven Sovereign Blade had already sliced across Bai Da’s throat, and he himself was perched atop that dark shadow…

Only then did they realize it was a foal, a small horse entirely cloaked in black, though a small lump was beginning to form on its head, as if a horn were about to sprout…

“A Unicorn?” Bai Jingfei gasped, instantly darting toward Ye Jingyu. A mount possessing such speed could never be an ordinary warhorse. If Ye Jingyu truly managed to escape on it, how could they face their great-grandfather?

The others seemed to grasp this critical point as well. But Ye Jingyu, riding Ni Bo, hurled the remaining dozen or so hand grenades before spurring Ni Bo into a frenzied gallop…

Ni Bo had successfully evolved to Level Six; its speed was now many times faster than before. At full tilt, its pace surpassed the speed of sound. In mere heartbeats, it covered over a thousand meters, leaving Bai Jingfei and the others as tiny specks behind them…

Seeing the flagstones on the ground shattered by the impact and feeling the terrifying velocity of Ni Bo, Bai Jingfei’s expression turned grim. Bai Ziyun was so enraged his face flushed crimson. Ten Grandmasters had not only failed to stop the fellow, but he had managed to kill one of them before escaping. If word of this got out, how could the Bai family ever hold its head high again?

“We cannot let him simply leave! Chase!” Bai Ziyun roared, launching himself toward the direction Ye Jingyu had fled. Even knowing they couldn't keep up, he refused to give up hope, believing his elder brother, once he apprehended that monster, would surely come to their aid…

Bai Jingfei and the others naturally offered no objection, following close behind Bai Ziyun as they raced in the wake of Ye Jingyu’s escape, not even sparing a glance for the fallen Bai Da…

A quarter of an hour later, a dark shadow streaked in from another direction—it was Ye Jingyu and Ni Bo. Utilizing Ni Bo’s speed, he had executed a perfect U-turn evasion…

He spared a glance for the body of Bai Da on the ground, then looked toward the direction Bai Jingfei and the others had vanished. Ye Jingyu paid them no further mind, instead urging Ni Bo in the opposite direction, toward the South City. He muttered inwardly, “Brother, you must hold on, I’m coming to help you…”

In the North City of Lingyan, Liang Xiaoke’s body had returned to normal size, but it was streaked with blood. Facing the relentless pursuit of a Martial Saint, even with his significant recent advancement in power, he found himself completely helpless. It was at this moment that he truly understood what a Martial Saint represented…

Transcending the mundane to attain sainthood—it was truly a path beyond the ordinary, impossible to gauge by common standards…

“You cannot escape. Return with me obediently, and you will be spared physical torment…” Bai Tianyu walked down the street step by measured step, as if strolling through a park. Yet, no matter how fast Liang Xiaoke ran, Bai Tianyu always managed to catch up with a light stride…

“Damn you! What good comes from returning to you? Did your daughter strip naked or has your wife dropped her trousers waiting for me there?” Liang Xiaoke yelled venomous insults while desperately fleeing…

“You seek death!” Even with his extremely high cultivation, Bai Tianyu was driven to fury by Liang Xiaoke’s vicious words, causing his spirit to surge. He unleashed another punch across the void toward Liang Xiaoke. The devastating force of the blow struck Liang Xiaoke squarely in the back, immediately blasting him forward once more…