"Savage! You dare call me a savage? I, the Young Master, am handsome and dashing—how dare you call me a savage? I..." Ye Jingyu cursed, his body instantly surging toward Sato...

The more than one hundred soldiers also drew their weapons and rushed at Ye Jingyu, immediately plunging the deck into chaos, punctuated intermittently by the shocked cries of the women.

Facing the charging soldiers, Ye Jingyu didn't even bother drawing his saber. He simply walked forward step by deliberate step. Soon, three or four soldiers had lunged before him. One of them raised the battle saber in his hand and brought it down toward Ye Jingyu's head. He clearly remembered his superior's order: kill this savage, and if he’s the first to strike him down, his commander might reward him with a beautiful woman...

The thought of those soft bodies sent a hot surge of fire rising within him, making his strike faster than usual by a fraction.

Facing the whistling saber, Ye Jingyu made no move to dodge. He simply raised his fist and smashed it directly against the blade...

Seeing Ye Jingyu commit such an idiotic act by striking the blade with his bare fist, the soldier actually thought Ye Jingyu was not only a savage but also an idiot, a smirk of triumph playing on his lips as if he could already feel those beautiful women beneath him...

But his smile vanished abruptly. Ye Jingyu’s punch landed heavily on the battle saber. The tungsten steel weapon shattered into fragments, yet his fist remained entirely unmarred...

Such terrifying force not only stunned the soldier who swung the blade but also froze the others nearby, leaving them momentarily uncertain whether to continue attacking.

Ye Jingyu paid no mind to the astonished looks of the common soldiers. His fist, having pulverized the saber body, drove straight into the soldier’s chest cavity...

A force weighing a million jin erupted. Forget an ordinary soldier; even a Grandmaster, or perhaps a Great Grandmaster, struck with such power without protective Zhenyuan Li would have their bones ground to dust. The soldier’s sternum instantly caved in, and a cloud of blood mist erupted from his back. His entire chest cavity was a mass of gore... His body was sent flying straight back, colliding with and knocking over more than ten soldiers following behind. Several of their own sabers became lodged, half-stuck, in their comrades' bodies, and screams immediately filled the air...

This terrifying display of strength once again shocked everyone present. Even the soldiers who had been excited moments ago were now sweating profusely, their eyes filled with pure dread...

Was this the strength of a man? A casual punch could reduce someone to this state—never mind crushing bones, the diffused power had completely destroyed the entire chest cavity...

"He's just one man! Kill him! Whoever kills him, I will immediately reward them with ten women! Ten beautiful women!" Sato’s face transformed as he felt the extreme might emanating from Ye Jingyu. Seeing Ye Jingyu walking step by step toward him, he shouted in alarm...

The soldiers, whose eyes were also filled with fear, suddenly brightened upon hearing the reward of ten women. It had only been an imaginary prospect before, but now their commander had given a clear order: kill this fellow, and ten women would be the prize—this was tangible...

These soldiers, who had suppressed their desires for who knows how long, momentarily forgot their fear and terror under the temptation of beauty, forgetting everything that had just happened. In their eyes, there was only one person: the man who could be traded for ten women...

"Kill!" someone shouted, and at least ten soldiers charged at Ye Jingyu once more, raising their battle sabers to hack at him from every direction...

Facing the whistling blades, Ye Jingyu didn't even glance at them. His gaze was fixed solely on Sato, still aiming for the one blocking his path...

The result was the same as before: the blade shattered. This time, however, his fist connected squarely with the man’s head, causing it to explode instantly...

The other sabers crashed against Ye Jingyu’s body with sounds like metal striking metal, but they couldn't harm him in the slightest, only tearing his already ragged clothing even further...

Everyone froze, staring dumbfounded at Ye Jingyu, who had suddenly stopped moving. How could this man be impervious to blades and bullets? Had he mastered some technique like the Iron Shirt? But why wasn't he using any Zhenqi or Zhenyuan Li? How could a person be this durable?

The women who had been humiliated by Sato and the others were also staring, wide-eyed and horrified, at the disheveled Ye Jingyu...

They even began to wonder if this was a messenger sent by the gods to rescue them, though this messenger’s appearance left much to be desired...

Ye Jingyu, however, remained rooted in place. He looked down at his tattered garment, then at the stunned crowd around him, and muttered with genuine confusion, "This was my last good-looking outfit, and you all tore it up like this. You’ll have to compensate me, won't you?"

The others were astonished again. This rag was his best outfit? If that were true, there were no beautiful clothes in the world. As for compensation, how would they even manage that? Were they expected to strip their own clothes off?

"Die..." Ye Jingyu suddenly uttered these two words. Immediately after, a blinding flash of blade-light sliced through the air. Under the stunned gaze of the onlookers, it swept across the bodies of at least thirty soldiers. Thirty streams of blood immediately spurted out—some from their necks, others from their chests. This inconsistency indicated that Ye Jingyu’s control over Dao Qi (Blade Energy) was far inferior to that of Dugu Bacen...

Of course, in this world, no one understood the blade better than Dugu Bacen, at least not yet...

Even so, such a razor-sharp strike plunged the others into despair. Sato, in particular, felt the aura of a Great Grandmaster within that single cut, and his mind involuntarily flashed back to the spirit technique Ye Jingyu had used upon his arrival.

A Soul Master who had reached the Lingxian (Spirit Manifestation) Realm, combined with the martial cultivation of a Great Grandmaster—did such a person exist in this world?

The news that Ye Jingyu had been captured by the Bai family a year and a half ago and subsequently rescued by Dugu Bacen had not spread. After all, the Bai family valued their reputation, and the sudden reappearance of an ancient entity like Dugu Bacen, who had lived since three hundred years ago, would inevitably cause a significant stir. Therefore, very few people were aware of the events.