“What in the blazes? Has that idiot Ye Wuyun returned?” Hearing the commotion outside, the old man seemed to sense something? A chilling voice escaped his lips...

“My Lord, whenever Master Ye returns, it is always with silence. There’s no way he could cause such a massive disturbance. Please allow your subordinate to investigate!” the leading chieftain quickly interjected, his heart pounding with terror every time he faced this Master...

The old man offered no reply, merely waving a hand dismissively...

The men felt as if they had received a grand pardon, turning tail and fleeing. As for the old man, a deep confusion clouded his eyes...

Only he and Ye Wuyun dared to cause such a ruckus here. But that fellow’s disposition had always been steady; how could he possibly cause such an uproar? Could an outsider have trespassed?

Impossible. Ordinary people wouldn't even know this place existed. Could they have stumbled upon it by sheer accident? That was also impossible. The lakes surrounding this island were teeming with over forty Grade Six Water Beasts. Even a Grandmaster arriving here would only meet his demise. Furthermore, if someone had managed to cross the waters and reach the island, he would surely have known...

Various expressions flickered across the old man’s eyes. Though cruel, perhaps even tyrannical, he was certainly no fool. On the contrary, serving as an executive under the Third Elder Yuan Xuan of the Primordial Spirit Cult, managing such a secret location flawlessly was proof enough of his capability...

Even this sudden noise was enough to raise his alarm. Nevertheless, this was a place he had managed for many years. Even if someone had managed to break in, he remained supremely confident in the strength at his command...

“Xuanlong, Xuanhu, Xuanbao, the three of you, come with me to investigate!” Since he was an executive under the Third Elder Yuan Xuan, both the old man and his subordinates were required to bear the surname Xuan. Of course, if one’s strength reached the Martial Saint realm, they could reclaim their original name, much like Ye Wuyun, who was slain by Ye Jingyu and the others...

However, even though this old man had attained the Martial Saint realm, he still retained the name Xuan Xue, both to express his unwavering loyalty to Yuan Xuan and because he genuinely favored the name...

As Xuan Xue’s voice rang out, three dark shadows materialized in the void. Each figure possessed a tightly constrained aura. Even if they weren't Martial Saints, they undoubtedly possessed the peak strength of a Grandmaster. Such individuals would command respect from any power structure elsewhere, yet here, they were merely the most common enforcers...

Seeing the tightly held auras of the three, Xuan Xue nodded in satisfaction. With three peak Grandmasters and a Martial Saint like himself, what was there to fear?

“No need to go out...” Yet, before Xuan Xue could take a single step, a cold voice sounded. Immediately, a man with delicate skin and handsome features appeared at the entrance of the stone chamber...

Beside him stood another figure, his complexion as pale as a corpse—or perhaps, he actually was a corpse...

Seeing the two who had appeared so suddenly, Xuan Xue’s face shifted dramatically. While he lacked many top masters outside, those who had just left were all at the Master realm. Coupled with dozens of other innate martial masters and masters, how could they have failed to stop even these two men...?

“Who... who are you? How did you get in?” Xuan Xue asked in shock, unable to help himself.

“We killed our way in, naturally!” Liang Xiaoke sneered. As for Ye Jingyu, standing at the forefront, his eyes were fixed directly upon the pile of infant corpses behind Xuan Xue...

There were at least several dozen infants there. Each one had a gaping hole where its heart should be, the organ clearly ripped out. Some bodies were utterly smashed. Looking at Xuan Xue’s right hand, the warm blood of the infants had not yet cooled...

Witnessing how these vibrant, small lives had been so brutally harvested for their hearts, Ye Jingyu felt the anger within him about to explode...

He had earned the moniker ‘Tyrant’ long ago, and his methods had always been notoriously bloody. But compared to this old man, what did that amount to? He didn't even spare defenseless infants. Did this man possess any conscience at all?

Rage—an uncontrollable fury—erupted from Ye Jingyu’s body. Without waiting for any reply, his figure lunged forward...

The moment Ye Jingyu moved, Xuan Xue's guardians, Xuanlong, Xuanhu, and Xuanbao, moved simultaneously. Though they were only at the peak Grandmaster realm, perhaps due to years of collaboration, their coordination was seamless. They simultaneously unleashed a sword strike, their three blades aimed at Ye Jingyu’s neck, sternum, and lower abdomen—the most fatal points of the human body...

Furthermore, the momentum of their three swords completely enveloped Ye Jingyu. In this situation, even a Martial Saint would struggle, forced to focus entirely on evasion. But Ye Jingyu, consumed by fury, had no intention of dodging. A dazzling golden light suddenly illuminated his body’s surface, and he violently raised his right hand, slamming it directly towards the trio...

Heavenly Punishment Palm...

An invisible force solidified in the void. The three immediately felt their bodies seem to be instantaneously constrained. Before they could comprehend what was happening, they saw their companion’s entire head shatter...

And their own consciousness began to blur...

Were they truly about to die like this? Such a question flashed through the minds of the three, but none could find an answer...

When Xuan Xue witnessed Ye Jingyu annihilate the three with a single strike, his confident smile vanished without a trace. He dared not confront Ye Jingyu head-on, instead spinning around and sprinting toward the back. A stone door opened directly behind him...

It must be admitted that Xuan Xue exhibited the absolute limit of speed in his escape. The instant his figure vanished through the stone door, it slammed shut...

But Ye Jingyu seemed entirely unconcerned. His body instantly arrived before the stone door, channeling the full might of his Primordial Force, he hammered the structure with a fierce punch...

Rumble... A deafening sound erupted. The stone door, easily over a meter thick, was pulverized into dust by Ye Jingyu’s single blow, sending countless fragments flying. Xuan Xue’s body trembled in terror. Who in the world was this man? How could he possess such terrifying strength? Could this be the person the Third Elder spoke of?

Thinking of this, Xuan Xue’s flight accelerated, virtually turning into an afterimage as he fled down a dim corridor...

Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke followed slowly behind him, as if the fleeing Xuan Xue were nothing more than a field mouse...

Led by this 'mouse,' Ye Jingyu and Liang Xiaoke arrived at a cavern featuring an underground lake. Xuan Xue, whom they had been relentlessly pursuing, stopped abruptly on the lake's surface. His look of panic settled, achieving a strange calm in that moment...

(Seventh chapter update, two more to come! A brief word here: some friends have said that each chapter is only two or three pages now, meaning less word count. Star feels genuinely wronged, truly wronged. My chapter word counts have always been over two thousand characters, absolutely no less than before. If doubters don’t believe it, they can take the time to count. Being falsely accused feels awful. Also, some friends said the protagonist is less narcissistic and less humorous than before. This leaves me speechless. Little Yezi was initially just an ignorant youth. After everything he has endured, would it be normal if he remained the same? A book cannot remain purely comedic either; after all, this isn't a joke book. Humor is merely supplementary. I admit, the humor has been lacking recently. I want to write humorously, but writing relies entirely on feeling, and writing something funny requires a relaxed state of mind. But I am not relaxed right now. Setting aside complaints about low updates this month—today is the 15th, and I’ve already updated 140,000 characters. Updating this much daily keeps my mind in a state of constant exhaustion. Many online writers are like me: under such high-intensity operation, what is depleted is not just the body, but also the mind. Online writers are perhaps the most tragic group. Physical depletion is one thing, but mental exhaustion results in being able to write for perhaps only two or three years before burning out—it's the same for many authors, not just me. Therefore, I hope all readers can offer some understanding! Well, I have many more things to say, but I won't waste your data here. Two more updates later tonight!)