On our wedding day, I castrated my fiancée's white moonlight.

Ye Fan dismounted and entered the chaotic space with a single thought!

Before we arrive at the Forge of Heaven and Earth!

"Make 10,000 clone grenades!"

The spirit stones were being consumed at an alarming rate, and the Heaven and Earth Furnace was humming incessantly! Fist-sized iron balls flew out from it, piling up into a mountain!

A single thought!

He exited the chaotic space, raised his hand, and grenades poured out of his storage ring!

"These are hand grenades, five for each person!"

"Pull the metal ring, throw it, it will explode in three breaths! Remember, throw it far away, so you don't get blown up!"

Ye Fan demonstrated it once.

Wang Danian examined the grenade closely for a long time, turning it over and over: "Your Highness, can this iron lump really kill a Martial Grandmaster?"

"We may not be able to kill a Martial Grandmaster, but we can certainly make him suffer!"

Ye Fan looked up into the depths of the valley, where faint screams could be heard from the cluster of buildings!

"All troops, listen to my command! Follow me inside!"

Two thousand Imperial Guards responded in unison!

They marched straight in, stepping over corpses scattered on the ground.

……

The main hall of the Ye family.

The once magnificent main hall is now stained with blood, with broken beams and traces of severed limbs and flesh everywhere!

Countless servants and relatives of the Ye family were killed or injured, and their bodies were piled up haphazardly in the corner of the courtyard, like garbage!

All the survivors were herded into the hall!

Ye Zhendong's left arm was twisted in a strange way, with bones protruding from his flesh!

Ye Zhenxi's face was covered in blood!

Ye Zhennan's knee was stabbed through, and blood flowed all over the ground!

In the center of the hall.

An elderly man in his sixties lay sprawled on the ground, his legs long since withered, his wheelchair shattered into pieces and thrown aside!

His left hand was nailed to the bluestone floor with an iron nail!

Blood kept seeping from his palms. The old man's face was deathly pale, and the veins on his forehead bulged, but he didn't utter a sound!

This is Ye Fu, the patriarch of the reclusive Ye family!

"Old man, thirty years! Your Ye family has kept this hidden for a long time!"

At the head of the table, an old man in a red robe was playing with a blood-red scimitar, with blood still dripping from its blade!

Second Elder of the Blood-Clad Sect!

Ninth-tier Martial Grandmaster!

Behind him stood more than twenty Blood Robe Sect protectors, the weakest of whom were all third-level Martial Grandmasters, each with a bloodthirsty smile on their face!

"Ye Zhengrong killed my son, and I've been searching for him for thirty years! Thirty years!" The old man in the red robe stood up and stepped on Ye Fu's nailed hand!

"ah--!"

Ye Fu finally couldn't help but let out a muffled groan!

"father!"

Ye Zhendong struggled to stand up, but was kicked to the ground!

The old man in red robes sneered, "If we can't find Ye Zhengrong, then we'll make you pay with the lives of everyone in your Ye family!"

He glanced at the trembling Ye family women in the corner of the hall, licked his lips, and said, "The disciples have traveled such a long way; they deserve a reward!"

"Second Elder, there are a few pretty young ladies over there!"

A disciple of the Blood Robe Sect walked towards a corner with a grin.

"You beast! How dare you!"

Ye Zhennan flew into a rage and struggled desperately!

The disciple turned around and slapped Ye Zhennan across the face: "I dare you today! What are you going to do about it?"

Several Blood Robe Sect disciples surrounded them, reaching out to tear off the girls' clothes!

"don't want--!"

Screams rang out!

Just then!

boom!

The lobby door was kicked open!

Everyone turned around.

A young man stood at the door, with a dark mass of imperial guards behind him!

Ye Fan's gaze swept across the hall, his eyes cold and icy.

Everyone, stop what you're doing!

"Who?"

The old man in the red robe squinted his eyes.

Ye Fan walked in, his steps neither hurried nor slow.

"Ye Zhengrong's son!"

Just five words!

Like a thunderclap!

Swish-!

All the Blood-Clad Sect disciples in the hall fixed their gazes on Ye Fan! Their killing intent was undisguised!

The old man in the red robe was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter!

"Hahaha! So you're Ye Fan!!"

He stepped down from the head of the table, staring at Ye Fan: "You know what, kid, I have to thank you for finding this place!"

Ye Fan's brow twitched.

The red-robed elder said smugly, "What kind of 'Number One Auction in the World' you held in the Great Xia Dragon Capital? The whole world knows about it! Those three idiots from the Ye family went to join the fun, and my men followed them the whole way!"

"If you hadn't acted so boldly, I might not have been able to even get close to the Ye family even after searching for another ten years!"

Ye Zhendong, Ye Zhenxi, and Ye Zhennan looked ashen-faced!

It turned out that their whereabouts were discovered, leading to the exposure of the Ye family's location!

Ye Fan remained silent!

He never expected that the Blood-Clad Sect's search for the reclusive Ye family was actually rooted in himself!

Sudden.

"Xiao Fan?"

An aged voice came from the ground.

Ye Fu struggled to lift his head, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes, his lips trembling: "You are... Xiao Fan? Zheng Rong's son?"

Ye Fan looked at the old man who was pinned to the ground!

His legs were withered, his hair was completely white, and his face was covered in blood and wounds!

This is my grandfather, whose legs were crippled while protecting me as an infant!

"Grandpa, it's me."

Tears welled up in Ye Fu's eyes instantly: "So...so...like your father..."

Just then, a disciple walked over and whispered something in the red-robed old man's ear!

next second.

"Hahahaha! Ye Fan, just you alone? You brought two thousand imperial guards from the mortal realm?"

"Hahahaha!" The red-robed elder laughed wildly, shaking his head. "Ye Fan, Ye Fan! I really don't know if you're naive or just plain stupid!"

"You think these 2000 Imperial Guards can do anything to my Blood-Clad Sect?"

"Even with an army of 200,000, the Blood-Clad Sect could be wiped out with a flick of their wrist!"

Done.

The red-robed elder coldly ordered, "Seize this boy and cut him into a thousand pieces! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

"yes!"

Three fourth-tier Martial Grandmasters stepped forward in response!

Extremely fast, three afterimages surrounded Ye Fan from three directions!

Ye Fu cried out anxiously, "Xiao Fan, run!"

Dragon Blood Overlord Body Technique!

The Yanhuang Sword emerged from the void and landed in Ye Fan's palm!

One sword!

It swept out!

puff--!

The bodies of the three fourth-tier Martial Grandmasters exploded on the spot, spraying out blood mist!

The entire room fell silent!

The old man in the red robe's smile froze on his face!

He suddenly stood up, his pupils contracting violently!

Three fourth-tier Martial Grandmasters! They just died like that?

One sword!

He only used one sword!

"How is this possible..." The red-robed elder's voice trembled. "How could you, a first-tier Grand Martial Master, possibly kill three fourth-tier Martial Grandmasters with a single sword strike?"

"Unless you're a Martial Venerable! No... even a Martial Venerable couldn't do it this easily!"

The hall was eerily quiet!

The other Blood Robe Sect disciples, along with the remaining dozen or so Martial Grandmaster protectors, were so frightened that they retreated rapidly, even hiding behind the red-robed elder, their legs trembling!

The old man in the red robe stared intently at Ye Fan!

Three fourth-tier Martial Grandmasters were instantly killed with a single sword strike!

Even if he personally took action, he couldn't have done it so decisively!

The old man in the red robe had sweaty palms!

"Just what level of cultivation has this little beast reached?"

"You're bluffing me!"

The old man in the red robe gritted his teeth!

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Why don't you give it a try?"

He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread wide!

An invisible aura emanated from him!

That was the sword intent contained in the first move of the Nine Swords of Heavenly Punishment!

Although he didn't actually draw his sword, the destructive aura he exuded caused all the martial masters present to take a step back simultaneously!