“You brat, get out of the way!” The youth shouted from afar as he spotted Ye Jingyu standing in the middle of the street. Yet, Ye Jingyu was still somewhat bewildered about where he had landed and hadn't noticed the shout. Even if he had noticed, yielding was against his nature...

This youth was named Fang Yun, the sole heir to the lord of Snow Peak City. Spoiled rotten since birth, he had always been the city's little tyrant, and his mount was a peerless Dragon Steed, possessing formidable speed. Countless citizens had already perished under the reckless hooves of this beast.

Today, Fang Yun was under orders from his father to ride out and welcome his Uncle Liang, making him even more arrogant and overbearing. Seeing Ye Jingyu standing stubbornly in the center of the road, he directly spurred the Dragon Steed and charged straight at him...

Witnessing this scene, the surrounding populace wore expressions of pity, mourning the outsider Ye Jingyu about to be trampled to death by the Dragon Steed.

Many people couldn't help but close their eyes...

With a deafening "Rumble...", the crowd couldn't help but open their eyes to look. They expected to see a bloody mess, but Ye Jingyu, who should have been pulverized, stood there completely unharmed. Instead, Young Master Fang's Dragon Steed lay sprawled to one side, its entire skull burst open. Young Master Fang himself was crumpled in front of the dead beast, twitching sporadically, uncertain whether he was alive or dead...

What on earth happened? Those who closed their eyes couldn't be sure, but even those who kept their eyes open couldn't grasp the situation. All they saw was Young Master Fang charging on the Dragon Steed, colliding with the man, yet the man stood firm like a mountain. However, the Dragon Steed was sent flying violently backward, and Young Master Fang was thrown clear...

He was just an ordinary person; there wasn't even a trace of immortal power in his body! How could he be completely unscathed?

Many people stared, dumbfounded, unable to believe that someone appearing utterly powerless could withstand the full force of a charging Dragon Steed...

“Young Master...” The guards trailing behind Young Master Fang turned deathly pale when they saw him unseated. This was the City Lord's only son; what explanation could they possibly give if something happened to him?

Instantly, half the guards rushed toward Young Master Fang, while the remaining half swiftly surrounded Ye Jingyu...

The horses these soldiers rode were no ordinary steeds; they were actually Saint-level Unicorns! Furthermore, these guards were immensely powerful; the weakest among them was at the peak of the Earth Rank, and the leader had actually reached the Heaven Rank...

These were merely escort retainers, guards for a spoiled young master—how could they possess such formidable strength?

With the support of his attendants, Young Master Fang shakily managed to rise. His cultivation wasn't weak either; he had reached the Heaven Rank, and his physique was quite robust. Apart from a trickle of blood trickling from his nose, he was otherwise completely uninjured. However, his face was currently etched with pure fury...

Who was he? He was the honored sole son of Fang Wu, the Lord of Snow Peak City. His grandfather was the commander of the Iron Army, the foremost legion under the Heavenly Alliance, commanding millions of troops. In the entire Heavenly Alliance, no one, from childhood onward, had ever dared to provoke him. Yet now, this fellow had slammed him off his horse—was this not courting death?

“Kill him! Kill him for me!” Fang Yun pointed at Ye Jingyu, his voice nearly grinding through his teeth.

Hearing their young master’s command, the guards showed conflicted expressions. The City Lord maintained strict discipline and deeply valued his people; he would never permit them to casually harm common folk. But now their young master was ordering them to kill this man—how could they face the City Lord? Yet, refusing the order would undoubtedly displease the young master just as much!

Forget it, forget it. This fellow looks dull-witted, perhaps his mind is afflicted. Let's just subdue him first and deal with the consequences once the young master’s rage subsides, the guard captain mused inwardly. He raised his hand and waved to his subordinates. Immediately, eight guards drew their long spears and surrounded Ye Jingyu.

Seeing the charging cavalry, Ye Jingyu seemed to finally snap back to awareness. These people meant to attack him, and a sinister smirk involuntarily spread across his face. A few weaklings who hadn't even reached the Heaven Rank dared to make a move against him—was this not suicide?

With a single, effortless finger point, instantly, the horns of the eight Unicorns shattered entirely. Simultaneously, a burst of bloody mist erupted from the chests of the eight guards. Before the guard captain could recover, his eight subordinates had already crashed heavily to the ground, utterly devoid of life...

Witnessing this, everyone stared at Ye Jingyu as if they had seen a ghost. There was not a trace of immortal power within him, not even True Essence Power—how could he be this mighty?

Having dispatched eight men with a mere gesture, Ye Jingyu walked step by step toward the youth sprawled on the ground. This youth held a relatively high status; perhaps he could provide some answers.

For instance, where exactly was this place?

Seeing the unfathomably powerful young man advancing toward his young master step by step, the captain’s face changed completely. From the methods he employed, it was clear this person’s strength far surpassed his own by several magnitudes. Even if they all attacked together, they would surely be no match for him. But the duty to protect the young master forbade him from retreating.

At this moment, Fang Yun was also stunned speechless by Ye Jingyu’s power, daring no longer to shout and yell as he had before...

“Quick, get the Young Master away! Immediately notify the City Lord!” the captain rapidly issued the order, while his own body transformed into a streak of flowing light, shooting toward Ye Jingyu—he had to fulfill his duty of protecting the young master, even if it meant death...

Facing the charging guard captain, Ye Jingyu didn't even bother making a move. He merely swept his forehead's Moon Wheel slightly, sending a crushing force slamming into the captain’s body, instantly blasting him backward...

In a single stride, Ye Jingyu stood before Fang Yun. The guards who tried to intercept him were swept aside by a field of power emanating from his body; not one of them managed to get back up...

Placing a foot squarely on Fang Yun’s chest, a chilling voice emerged from his lips: “Speak, where is this place?”

Having witnessed his escorts being thrown away before they could even close the distance, Fang Yun was already paralyzed with fear and failed to register Ye Jingyu’s question...

Seeing Fang Yun remain silent, Ye Jingyu raised his hand to strike, but suddenly noticed that Fang Yun’s appearance seemed somewhat familiar...

(Well, having reached this point, perhaps many of you have questions. Have we transmigrated again? Certainly not. This is merely a massive turning point that you will all understand later. This transition has finally been navigated. The last two chapters were agonizing to write—written and deleted, deleted and rewritten—but they are finally finished. Please encourage me with your Golden Brick recommendation votes! This book is already two-thirds complete, and a different kind of myth is slowly unfolding before your eyes. Let’s strive forward together!)