“Heh…” Hearing the man’s words, Ye Jingyu merely offered a faint smile. How was this guy speaking with such the same irritating arrogance as himself? So incredibly narcissistic…

As for his killing intent, well, sorry, but how could someone who had never taken a life possibly possess any? This was nothing more than the puffed-up rage of someone who had read too many novels…

Looking at this fair-skinned, haughty youth, Ye Jingyu saw a reflection of himself from years ago—perhaps just as arrogant, just as oblivious to the immensity of the world. The only difference was that back then, he lacked the real foundation for such arrogance. By that measure, wasn't he actually worse off than this boy?

At this thought, the smile on Ye Jingyu’s lips turned slightly bitter…

But his bitter smile appeared, in the eyes of Young Master Fang, as blatant mockery, triggering a burst of fury in the young man…

“I will kill you with my own hands…” Fang Jiuyou’s teeth ground together with a vicious clack. Who was he? He was the Young Master of the Fang family. And what was the Fang family? They were one of the largest clans in the Asian Alliance, directly controlling the entire Yuan Ling Sect. And what was the Yuan Ling Sect? It was the hidden hand governing the Nine Provinces!

These people, perhaps princes or nobles with lofty statuses within the Nine Provinces, were nothing more than lab mice in his eyes.

If he wished, forget destroying him, what would it matter if he destroyed the entire Nine Provinces? Now, such a person dared to mock him like this—how could he not be enraged?

The moment his words fell, a wave of white light surged from Fang Jiuyou’s body. That immense aura was at least that of a Martial God, First Heaven realm. However, unlike a standard First Heaven Martial God, Fang Jiuyou’s aura was accompanied by an additional layer of icy chill…

“Die, Heavenly Profound Cold Palm!” Fang Jiuyou roared, slamming a palm strike directly towards Ye Jingyu. Before he even arrived, a terrifying cold swept out, instantly solidifying the surrounding air, as if the ambient temperature had dropped several degrees…

And his palm wind carried a bone-chilling cold that made even Huangfu Buyue involuntarily shiver, causing her speed to slow down involuntarily…

However, Ye Jingyu simply smiled faintly, grabbing Huangfu Buyue by the shoulder and rushing backward…

He had just endured several fierce battles and had no desire to tangle with Fang Jiuyou. Under the scan of the Reincarnation Eye, he clearly saw at least several Martial Sages lingering nearby. In his current condition, lingering to fight would leave him with absolutely no chance of victory…

It was precisely because of the Reincarnation Eye that he could detect the arrival of Fang Jiuyou and Xuanyuan Ruoxing at the earliest moment…

“Trying to run? Not so easily done…” Seeing Ye Jingyu retreat without a fight, a mocking look flashed across Fang Jiuyou’s face. What right did such a coward have to ridicule him? He had conveniently forgotten that the other party had just emerged from a massive confrontation…

As he spoke, Fang Jiuyou suddenly pulled out a blue iron chain and tossed it into the void. The chain rapidly elongated, stretching for thousands of feet in the blink of an eye, shooting towards Ye Jingyu at tremendous speed…

In mere moments, it reached Ye Jingyu and Huangfu Buyue. Ye Jingyu’s eyes were sharp; he recognized this as a Soul Artifact surpassing the Profound Grade—at least a top-tier Earth Grade artifact. He certainly wouldn't allow it to bind them. In their current state, being ensnared meant no chance of recovery…

While inwardly astonished by Fang Jiuyou’s power, silver light began to manifest beneath his feet…

“Young Master Fang, is it? I, Ye Jingyu, have noted your name. Next time, I will personally pay a visit to settle accounts,” he stated dismissively, already unleashing the Phantom Star Step. With one stride, he was a thousand meters away; with a second, tens of thousands of meters. As the third step landed, he vanished without a trace…

Only his voice clearly reached Fang Jiuyou’s ears, fueling the already enraged youth with even greater fury…

He had boasted to Xuanyuan Ruoxing that he could dispatch Ye Jingyu and Huangfu Buyue effortlessly. Now they had escaped—how could this not infuriate him?

“Brother Fang, there’s no need to be vexed. This Ye Jingyu is the new War God of the Nine Provinces, invincible; even my Imperial Grandfather is no match for him. Yet, under your divine might, he fled without a fight. Doesn't that attest to your unparalleled majesty? Moreover, our men have already gone to his residence and rounded up his cronies. When that happens, won't he come running to beg your pardon?” Seemingly noticing Fang Jiuyou’s embarrassment, Xuanyuan Ruoxing stepped forward and said ingratiatingly. He knew exactly what kind of organization the Yuan Ling Sect was, and precisely what benefits this young man before him could offer…

“Hahahaha, that is true. Once we capture his cronies, I doubt he won’t come looking for me. Then I’ll show him exactly why the flowers are so red! A mere Martial God? He doesn't even register in this Young Master’s eyes…” After hearing Xuanyuan Ruoxing’s flattery, Fang Jiuyou immediately burst into triumphant laughter, completely forgetting the frustration of Ye Jingyu’s escape…

Watching Fang Jiuyou’s smug expression, Xuanyuan Ruoxing sighed heavily internally. How could this young master have such low intelligence? He was the Young Master of the Fang family? What right did such a person have to control the Nine Provinces? Perhaps, just as the Ancestors said, the mandate over the Nine Provinces truly needed to shift…

“Oh, right, your sister is indeed quite beautiful. When are you sending her over to this Young Master?” Fang Jiuyou suddenly asked, seemingly oblivious to Xuanyuan Ruoxing’s expression, a lewd smile spreading across his face…

“Heh heh, with Brother Fang’s talents, my sister is bound to fall for you sooner or later. Wouldn't it be better if it were a matter of mutual affection, of willing union?” Xuanyuan Ruoxing replied with a sly grin…

“Heh heh, exactly, exactly. How could I, the great Young Master Fang, resort to coercion? Such things are best when mutual… Hahahahaha…” Fang Jiuyou laughed heartily, while Xuanyuan Ruoxing felt a wave of contempt wash over him. You resort to coercion? Who was responsible for those eighteen rapes of daughters from ministers and nobles in Tian Yuan City? Even I wouldn't dare act so openly about such matters…

As for the daughters of the common folk, I truly don’t even want to speak of them anymore…