Fang Jiuyan blinked, this fellow’s appearance had changed so suddenly? And he had become so handsome? Perhaps even a bit more handsome than the Young Master himself? Yet, his appearance seemed strangely familiar, where had he seen it before? The more Fang Jiuyan stared, the more familiar and bizarre it felt?

He was certain he had never met this man, yet he felt such a strong sense of familiarity?

Suddenly, Fang Jiuyan seemed to recall some documents his father had left behind when entering seclusion—documents that mentioned a man the Yuan Ling Cult was ordered to kill at all costs; didn't that man look like this?

What was that person’s name? What was his name again? In an instant, Fang Jiuyan's expression drastically changed…

“You… you are Ye Jingyu?” Fang Jiuyan exclaimed, and most of those present showed no reaction, only a very few paled upon hearing that name…

But the moment Fang Jiuyan spoke, Ye Jingyu’s body was already before him, giving him no chance to react. The Heavenly Punishment Palm shot out, striking directly onto the crown of his head. The immense force shattered Fang Jiuyan’s skull completely, causing it to break apart like a watermelon. White, viscous brain matter sprayed out like thick paste, splattering all over Ling Xueran beside him, while the tyrannical Overlord Yuan Force simultaneously pulverized his body and soul along with his head…

Ling Xueran turned deathly pale, his eyes rolling back, apparently terrified into a stupor…

This sudden turn of events horrified everyone present; many even rubbed their eyes vigorously, trying to confirm if they were hallucinating or dreaming…

Who was this person? How dared he commit murder at the Ling Family’s banquet, and the victim was the Young Master of the Fang Family! Did he not know what a powerful clan the Fang Family was? Even though the Fang Family had suffered heavy losses, as long as Fang Zhentian still lived, they remained one of the Nine Great Families; how could anyone dare kill him?

At this moment, Fang Jiuyan’s guards finally snapped back to reality. Seeing their Young Master blasted to pieces and his soul scattered, they were instantly struck with terror themselves. Fang Jiuyan was dead; they could not escape the blame. If they failed to capture the murderer, nothing awaited them but complete annihilation.

The several Sixth and Fifth Heaven realm guards who had been lurking nearby rushed toward Ye Jingyu, ready to defend to the death…

Ye Jingyu let out a cold laugh, about to summon the Heavenly Sovereign Blade from within his body, when Xi Yang beside him ignited with crimson flames, and a strange aura spread out, enveloping everyone present.

Whether man or woman, under this aura, everyone felt their blood begin to boil uncontrollably, their essence starting to burn away. Despair flickered in their eyes…

In mere moments, at least a hundred bodies withered away, much like blades of grass drying up. Their entire essence had been incinerated, transforming into the purest Fire Force and merging into Xi Yang’s body.

Only those guards at the Fifth and Sixth Heaven realm remained alive, but their life force was still rapidly burning away. Their charge toward Ye Jingyu was forced to halt as they struggled to resist this irresistible scorching heat…

Ye Jingyu, however, granted them no respite. The Heavenly Sovereign Blade materialized in his right palm; grasping the hilt, he swept it across. A blinding blade light erupted, instantly cleaving the remaining guards in two…

Such a drastic turn of events naturally alerted the Ling Family’s masters, and several powerful auras immediately washed over the area…

“Go…” Ye Jingyu softly urged, while his body bolted toward the distance. Fang Jiuyan was dead, and everyone present who knew his identity had also been killed. If they didn't leave now, were they planning to stay and wait for death? Although the Ling Family had no Ninth Heaven masters, Ling Tian himself was a Seventh Heaven expert, opponents Ye Jingyu could not casually handle right now, let alone the other masters present…

Silver light flickered beneath his feet as he unleashed the Phantom Star Step, instantly covering several thousand meters. As for Xi Yang, her body shimmered, turning into a streak of firelight, vanishing without a trace.

She was a descendant of the Vermilion Bird; her speed was naturally exceptional—at the same cultivation level, no one could surpass her pace.

Ye Jingyu sprinted using the Phantom Star Step, inwardly marveling at Xi Yang’s ability. He had distinctly felt a power envelop the surroundings just now, like a domain field where, unless one’s cultivation surpassed Xi Yang’s, their vital essence would be completely burned away.

Didn’t he also possess the green ancient bell back then? This was terrifying; was this also a divine ability of the Vermilion Bird?

Thank goodness she was his friend…

Both traveled at incredible speeds, covering tens of thousands of meters in just a few leaps before finally landing on a mountaintop…

“Brother Ye, why have you stopped?” Xi Yang asked, quite surprised to see Ye Jingyu suddenly halt.

“I want to go too, but it seems we can’t!” A wry smile played across Ye Jingyu’s face.

“Hmm?” Xi Yang was momentarily stunned. Just then, a man with snow-white hair, yet appearing youthful in countenance, materialized out of thin air directly in front of Ye Jingyu and Xi Yang…

Seeing this suddenly appearing man, Xi Yang’s expression shifted slightly. How come even she hadn’t sensed him? Yet Ye Jingyu sensed him first, and his cultivation level should presumably be lower than hers?

“Who are you?” Xi Yang coldly questioned the man with white hair and smooth skin.

“Hand over that ancient bell obediently, and I will grant your soul a chance to reincarnate; otherwise, I will scatter your soul to the winds!” The man completely ignored Xi Yang and addressed Ye Jingyu directly…

“Do you think that’s possible?” Ye Jingyu scoffed, gripping the Heavenly Sovereign Blade even tighter. This person must be from the Fang Family, and certainly someone at the same realm as Feng Xing. If he were alone, he would stand no chance against him, but now?

Ye Jingyu glanced at Xi Yang beside him and noticed a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks—a flush brought on by anger…

Who was she? She was a descendant of the ancient divine beast, the Vermilion Bird, always the focus of attention. Yet this fellow completely disregarded her presence. How could she not be furious?

And the consequences of this young lady’s anger were severe, exceptionally severe…

(Tired, tired, tired, truly exhausted. Four consecutive days of six chapters each, four days without leaving the house, four days spent typing constantly at the computer—I am truly worn out. But seeing the brothers support me so much, even exhaustion feels worthwhile. However, Xingchen is not a god and simply cannot hold on; I need rest. Today will be four chapters only. Although it's not the explosive six, I hope everyone continues to support Xingchen so that I have the motivation for a larger burst next week, right? Mobile golden bricks, computer votes, and don't forget the collections! Your support is the driving force behind my writing!)