The guards wanted to use the Ji family's last trump card to scare away the monster in front of them.

Ye An's target is Ji Yunhai. As for the elders, if they get in his way, he'll deal with them as well.

"Where is he?" Ye An asked.

The other young guard's mental defenses had completely collapsed.

Upon hearing Ye An's words, he could no longer hold on and knelt down with a thud, throwing the broken gun in his hand far away.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! The Ancestor... the Ancestor and the Patriarch are in the conference room on the fiftieth floor! I don't know anything else, I'm just a doorman!"

Ye An got the information he wanted.

He didn't need any survivors to reveal his whereabouts, nor did he need any prisoners to waste his time.

Under the horrified gazes of the two, Ye An moved.

He strolled between the two as if taking a leisurely walk, casually raising both hands.

"Click."

"Click."

Two crisp cracking sounds rang out clearly in the empty corridor.

The two guards went limp, their eyes wide open, their faces frozen with the fear of death.

Ye An did not turn around.

……

The 50th floor, the most luxurious conference room at the deepest part.

The piercing alarm and the faint sounds of loud noises coming from outside made all the senior executives of the Ji Group in the conference room restless, their faces growing increasingly grim.

Ji Yunhai sat in the main seat, his face ashen, forcibly maintaining his composure.

But the trembling thigh he placed under the table betrayed his inner fear.

"Master, something seems to have happened outside!" A senior executive wearing gold-rimmed glasses said, his voice trembling.

Ji Yunhai slammed his hand on the table, the mahogany surface making a dull thud.

"What's the panic!" he roared, as if trying to bolster his own courage. "With Elder Zu here, even if the army storms in, they'll die!"

His voice was loud and echoed in the conference room, but it did not reassure the people; instead, it added to the impression that he was all bark and no bite.

Sitting next to Ji Yunhai was an old man who had been resting with his eyes closed, not even moving his eyelids, as if everything outside was irrelevant to him.

Ji Yunhai had just finished speaking.

"boom--"

A loud bang.

The heavy alloy door of the conference room, which was said to be able to withstand bombs, suddenly dented inward in the shape of a terrifying footprint.

Countless fine cracks spread across the entire door panel, centered on the footprint.

Before anyone could react...

The entire door panel was kicked away from the outside.

The heavy alloy door flew sideways into the conference room with a whooshing sound, slamming heavily onto the expensive mahogany conference table.

"Splash!"

The long table snapped in half on the spot, splinters flew everywhere, and documents, teacups, and laptops were scattered all over the floor.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

A tall, slender figure slowly walked in from outside the door.

He was dressed in simple, spotless casual clothes, and his expression was as calm as if he had just taken a walk downstairs.

The conference room was deathly silent; everyone was stunned by the horrifying scene.

Ye An's gaze bypassed all the executives whose faces were filled with terror, and landed directly on Ji Yunhai, who was sitting in the main seat with a deathly pale face.

Just then, the old man who had been resting with his eyes closed suddenly opened them.

A glint flashed in his eyes, and a powerful aura emanated from him, instantly enveloping the entire conference room.

The executives present felt a tightness in their chests, making it difficult to breathe, as if they were being pressed down by an invisible mountain.

"Who are you?" the old man's voice was hoarse but powerful. "Why are you trespassing on the sanctuary of the Ji family!"

Ye An shifted his gaze from the old man and returned it to Ji Yunhai's face.

He ignored the old man's words, only looking at Ji Yunhai and calmly retorting, "You still have the nerve to ask me? Didn't your Ji family say they were going to eliminate everyone around me?"

He took a step forward, and all the executives in the conference room instinctively shrank back.

"Excuse me, but I'm not only coming to your home," Ye An's voice remained calm, but his words chilled the air in the entire conference room. "I'm also going to kill everyone in the Ji family."

After a brief silence, Ji Yunhai smiled.

The executives behind him, and the bodyguards still holding weapons, all laughed along.

The laughter was loud and full of undisguised sarcasm.

Slaughter the entire Ji family?

This was the funniest joke they had heard all year.

What has enabled the Ji family to stand tall in Shanghai for a century?

It's money, it's power, and it's also unfathomable military force.

Let alone some greenhorn who appears out of nowhere, even if the entire martial arts community of Jiangnan Province were to unite, they might not dare to make such a boast.

Ji Yunhai looked at Ye An with the same gaze he would give a madman.

The fear he had just felt from being kicked in the door was now completely replaced by a sense of absurdity.

Beside him stood a muscular executive in a bespoke suit, a glint of ruthlessness and greed in his eyes.

This is a great opportunity to shine.

If we can deal with this arrogant brat in front of the family head and the elders, we might be able to increase our share in the new project.

He bowed slightly to Ji Yunhai and the elder, then stepped forward, pointed at Ye An's nose, and sneered: "Who the hell do you think you are, daring to touch our Ji family?"

After saying that, without waiting for Ye An's response, he suddenly exerted force with both legs.

Expensive Italian handmade leather shoes made a harsh, screeching sound as they stepped on the polished floor.

He shot forward like a cannonball, instantly covering several meters and rushing to Ye An's side.

He possessed ancient martial arts skills and had already reached the level of "transformation energy" where his muscles and bones resonated together.

With this movement, his muscles bulged, his arms under his suit jacket became noticeably thicker, and his clenched fist carried a powerful, oppressive force as it slammed straight toward Ye An's face.

He used all his strength in that punch, confident that he could kill a cow on the spot.

Seeing the young man's lack of reaction, his smile grew even more cruel.

He could almost see the other person's skull shatter and their brains splatter.

However, just as the force of the punch was about to touch Ye An's nose...

Ye An made a move.

His body only shifted slightly to the side, and the powerful punch grazed past his cheek.

Did it all fall through?

The executive was startled, and before he could retract his move or change his strategy, he was caught off guard.

Ye An's left foot had already taken half a step, and his knee rose smoothly, landing on Ye An's lower abdomen without any hesitation.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The executive's smile froze instantly, replaced by extreme pain.

He felt as if his internal organs had been struck by a giant battering sledgehammer, instantly displaced and shattered.

An indescribable pain spread from his abdomen throughout his body, and he couldn't even let out a scream.

A mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs gushed out of his mouth.

But it's not over yet.

The moment his body arched into a shrimp-like shape from the excruciating pain, Ye An's large hand reached out and grabbed the back of his neck like he was catching a chick.

Then, he swung his arm.

Ye An used this burly man, who weighed over 200 pounds, as a human weapon, hurling him fiercely at the other restless bodyguards and executives in the conference room.

"call--"

Its heavy body carried the sound of the wind, unmatched.

"Bang! Crash!"

Those who were blocking the way had no time to dodge and were knocked off their feet, staggering about.

Tables, chairs, instruments, and documents were all shattered on the floor.

The entire process, from the executive making the move to being used as a weapon and thrown away, took less than three seconds.

In three seconds, more than half of the people who were still standing in the conference room were lying on the ground, groaning in pain, completely incapacitated.

The conference room, which had been filled with laughter just moments before, was now deathly silent, filled only with heavy breathing.

Ji Yunhai's smile froze. He stared blankly at the mess in front of him, at the executive he had placed so much hope in, who lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, seemingly lifeless.

His mind went blank.

Just then, a sudden burst of applause rang out.

"Slap, slap, slap."

The Ji family patriarch, who had been resting with his eyes closed as if he were detached from the matter, slowly opened his eyes, clapped his hands, and stood up.

A glimmer of light finally appeared in his cloudy eyes as he looked at Ye An with great interest.

"Good, very skillful." Elder Zu spoke, his voice hoarse. "I didn't expect that besides that old fellow Yun Jingxing, Jiangnan Province could produce a young man like you. It seems I underestimated you."

He had been using his Qi to lock onto Ye An.

From the moment Ye An broke down the door to the moment he made his move, he had roughly assessed Ye An's strength.

He could kill Ji Ting with a single finger, and bring down a half-step Celestial like Chaiya Anan. Now he has shown such swift and decisive methods.

This kid's cultivation level should have just entered the Martial Dao Celestial Realm.

A martial arts prodigy in his early twenties is indeed a genius that is rare to see in thousands of years.

Unfortunately, he had only just entered the realm of celestial beings.

He, the pillar of the Ji family, has practiced martial arts for nearly a century, and ten years ago, he had already firmly stood at the peak of the early stage of the Celestial Realm.

He is only one step away from the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm.

In the small world of Jiangnan and Shanghai, apart from the elusive Yun Jingxing, he was an invincible figure.

With this thought in mind, the elder felt much more at ease.

The difference between a fledgling genius and a seasoned veteran is immeasurable.

He looked at Ye An, reverting to his superior demeanor, with a hint of seniority and benevolence towards a junior.

"Boy, I don't care who you are or who your master is. Today you broke into my Ji family and killed our people, which is a capital offense."

"But I value talent. If you kneel down now, cut off your own arm, and then serve me as your master for a hundred years, I can decide what happened today and forgive your past transgressions."

He felt that the conditions he had offered were already generous enough.

However, he hadn't finished speaking.

Ye An, on the other side, had already moved.

"You talk too much."

The voice was icy cold, as if it came from the deepest hell.

Under the astonished gaze of the patriarch, Ye An's figure left a faint afterimage in place, and the next moment, he appeared in front of him like a ghost.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple punch that came straight at his face.

"How dare you, you brat!"

The old man was both shocked and furious.

He hadn't expected the kid to be so ungrateful, nor had he expected him to be so fast.

But his years of fighting instincts left him no time to think. He frantically circulated his inner energy and threw a punch to meet the attack!

Two fists, one enveloped in powerful cyan true energy, the other unremarkable, yet carrying an aura of world-destroying force.

"You, a mere junior who has just entered the Celestial Realm, dare to exchange blows with me!" Elder Zu roared, his face contorted with ferocious killing intent. "Overestimating yourself! Die!"

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