My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

"Arrogant! They're utterly courting death!"

Ye Hongtu was so enraged by Ye Xunhuan's last words that he trembled all over, and the malice on his face was almost overflowing.

He clutched his still throbbing knee, then violently waved his hand and roared, "Men! Guard battalion! Break down the door! Shoot this monster to death!"

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility from the military region!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the guards downstairs simultaneously pulled back their bolts, the crisp sound of bullets being chambered echoing throughout the room.

The wooden door to the second-floor ward wasn't very thick to begin with. When a dozen submachine guns fired simultaneously, the "rat-a-tat-tat" of gunfire was so loud it hurt your eardrums. The thick wooden door was instantly riddled with holes, and wood chips and fragments flew all over the room.

At the same time, a dark shadow flashed outside the window, and more than a dozen fine needles coated with deadly poison shot into the broken glass window through the cracks. The angles were tricky, and the intentions were extremely malicious!

A pincer attack from both sides, leaving no room for escape!

The elders inside the house were so frightened that they huddled in the corner with their heads in their hands, muttering under their breath, "Damn monster!"

"We've been dragged into this mess!"

The First Elder Ye Cang roared, his inner energy surging, and the aura of a peak Xuan-rank expert spread out. His withered hand, carrying a strong wind, struck towards Ye Xunhuan's crown, seemingly intending to kill him in the chaos.

Everyone felt that Ye Xunhuan was doomed this time.

Just as the bullets and poison needles were about to hit him, Ye Xunhuan, who was standing in front of the French windows, suddenly swayed.

Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and he, who was standing in the same spot, turned into a blurry afterimage and disappeared in an instant before their eyes.

The bullets were all hitting the glass windows and walls.

The dozen or so poison needles were blown off course by a gust of wind and were all pinned to the ceiling, their tails still buzzing and vibrating.

"this one?"

A nonchalant voice rang out from above everyone's heads.

Ye Xunhuan, with half a strawberry lollipop dangling from his mouth, half-squatted on the chandelier stand, casually licking the candy with the tip of his tongue.

His narrow eyes looked down at the group of dumbfounded people below him, and he couldn't help but sneer, casually flicking the plastic candy stick between his fingers.

"call out--"

The translucent candy stick shot out of the air, faster than a bullet.

Two muffled groans came from outside the window. The two assassins from Youge who were hiding under the eaves and shooting arrows were pierced through the throats by the candy sticks and collapsed limply.

"You can't even hold a gun properly, and you want to try hunting?"

Ye Xunhuan swayed and floated down from the chandelier without making a sound when he landed.

He casually pulled three black iron silver needles from the cloth bag at his waist, flicked them slightly with his fingertips, and the silver needles turned into three cold beams that shot straight toward the guards who rushed in through the door.

"ah--!"

Three screams rang out almost simultaneously.

The three guards at the front all had bloody holes in their wrists. Their submachine guns clattered to the ground, and they rolled around on the ground in pain, clutching their wrists.

Before the remaining guards could react, Ye Xunhuan had already darted into the crowd.

He was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, moving so fast that only a blur remained.

With a casual flick of the wrist, a guard was sent spinning on the spot, several teeth flying out.

With a slight flick of the toe, someone's leg bone breaks, causing them to gasp in pain.

The whole thing took only a dozen seconds. He hadn't even chewed the half-eaten lollipop in his mouth when he had already taken down all the guards who rushed into the room.

"You...you..."

Ye Hongtu turned pale with fright and instinctively hid behind Elder Ye Cang.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw Ye Cang's raised hand frozen in mid-air, his face turning purplish-red, as if he had been frozen in place and could not move.

The moment Ye Xunhuan landed, a crumb of sugar casually flew out and struck Ye Cang squarely on his Qihai acupoint. The peak Xuan-level internal energy was instantly blocked, making it difficult for him to even lift his arm, let alone fight.

"Elder? Why don't you go!" Ye Hongtu's voice trembled as he kept urging Elder Ye Cang.

Ye Cang was in agony. He wanted to make a move, but could he actually do it?

While he was still in a daze, a figure flashed before his eyes, and Ye Xunhuan was already standing in front of him.

"Make way, you old folks, don't strain your back."

Ye Xunhuan casually shoved him aside, and Ye Cang, like a scarecrow, staggered to the side, plopped down on the ground, his face ashen.

The next second, Ye Xunhuan's hand grabbed Ye Hongtu's neck.

With one hand, he effortlessly lifted Ye Hongtu, who weighed 140 or 150 pounds, off the ground.

"Ugh, you little beast who was born of a mother but raised by one... let... let me go..."

Ye Hongtu's feet were dangling in the air, his face flushed like a pig's liver, and he desperately tried to grab Ye Xunhuan's wrist with both hands, but that hand was as solid as iron and did not budge.

He could clearly feel the approach of death drawing ever closer.

"You just said someone was going to be chopped into mincemeat?"

Ye Xunhuan tilted his head, a smile still playing on his lips, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

He raised his other hand and slapped Ye Hongtu hard across the face with a loud "smack".

The crisp sound of the slap was particularly loud in the quiet hospital room.

"This slap is for Qingyuan. Her mouth is dirty, she needs to wash it off."

"Smack—?"

"And... who are you calling someone who was born of a mother but raised without one?"

"Slap slap—!"

"This slap was for the old man."

"Even a dog knows to wag its tail; you're not even as good as a dog."

"Slap! Slap! Slap—!!"

One crisp sound after another, incessant.

Ye Xunhuan was extremely measured in his blows, each strike hitting the most painful spot, neither knocking him unconscious nor killing him, but simply subjecting him to pure torture.

After being slapped more than a dozen times, Ye Hongtu's face was swollen like a pig's head, his mouth and nose were full of blood, he had lost three or four teeth, and his eyes were glazed over.

The clan elders inside huddled in the corner, too frightened to even breathe, their faces pale and their bodies trembling.

Who would have thought that this seemingly carefree, street-smart kid would be so ruthless?

What's even more terrifying is that he had a lollipop in his mouth the whole time, with a smile on his face, as if slapping someone was the easiest thing in the world.

How could this be a thief who steals scriptures?

This is clearly a killing god who crawled out of hell!

"No...stop hitting me...I was wrong...I was wrong..."

Ye Hongtu begged for mercy in a muffled voice, tears and snot mixed with blood streaming down his face. There was no trace of his previous arrogance left.

"Wrong?" Ye Xunhuan grinned, casually tossed him to the ground, and stepped on his chest.

The toes ground mercilessly, followed by the cracking sound of ribs breaking.

"Simply admitting your mistake isn't enough."

"Come, tell the elders how you poisoned the old man, and how you colluded with Youge to seize military power from the Ye family?"