High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

In Shao Wenlong's crazed, almost manic gaze.

Ye Chu's figure flashed by, so fast that only a fleeting afterimage remained, trembling slightly in the air.

This is a powerful and influential business tycoon in Zhenhai City.

Faced with Ye Chu, he finally had no choice but to shed his businessman's facade and return to the most authentic duel between martial artists.

However, in this decisive contest, the balance of power had already quietly shifted.

Shao Wenlong knew perfectly well that his defeat was inevitable, like the last rays of the setting sun in winter, an irreversible descent into ruin.

In an instant, Shao Wenlong felt a chill run down his spine to his head, and his neck felt as if it had been gently brushed by an invisible blade, bringing a barely perceptible coolness.

Then, his world began to collapse in an incredible way, and his vision became blurry and chaotic.

First, there was the pitch-black sky, oppressive and profound, as lofty as his past dreams.

However, this scene lasted only a moment before being interrupted by a dull and decisive "bang".

At that moment, Shao Wenlong's gaze refocused, only to see Ye Chu standing quietly, while he himself was like a kite with a broken string.

Its body and head were separated, lying quietly on the cold ground, its eyes filled with resentment and astonishment.

This scene, both cruel and resolute, is like the gentle touch of fate that rewrites a person's cycle of life and death.

"ah--!"

With only his head remaining, Shao Wenlong still had a sliver of strength left to let out a mournful cry. His wide-open eyes seemed to want to devour Ye Chu whole, filled with endless resentment and curses.

However, this resentment vanished in an instant; his pupils quickly lost focus, becoming deathly still, showing no sign of life whatsoever.

In contrast, Ye Chu felt an unprecedented sense of peace and relief.

At this point, among the Shao family members, only the high and mighty Grandmaster has yet to appear.

However, judging from the current situation, this grandmaster does not seem to have any intention of personally getting involved.

Both emotionally and rationally, Ye Chu felt it was necessary for him to meet this legendary figure.

With this in mind, Ye Chu did not hesitate for a moment. He walked lightly towards the tightly closed door and pushed open the portal to the Shao family's world of grandmasters.

After pushing open the door, Ye Chu expected to see someone.

But to his surprise, he was greeted by a completely silent, empty hall, so quiet that it seemed as if time itself had frozen.

He couldn't help but frown slightly, his pace slowing unconsciously as he began to stroll up the winding steps, each step seemingly an exploration of the secrets hidden in this empty space.

Halfway there, Ye Chu's gaze was drawn to a large floor-to-ceiling window, and he involuntarily stopped.

Outside the window, under the cover of night, flames raged, their light shooting into the sky and turning the night sky an unsettling red.

Memories flooded back—it was just a candle he had accidentally knocked over in the ancestral hall, but now it had spread like wildfire and become an uncontrollable disaster.

As he pondered this, he realized that what was burning fiercely was not just the flames before him, but also the glory and honor of the Shao family, the head of the four major families in Zhenhai City.

The once-prosperous mansion is now helplessly being devoured by flames, slowly heading towards destruction, as if it wants to bury all its past glory in ashes.

As Ye Chu watched this scene, he felt a mix of emotions, including regret for the unexpected disaster and感慨 about the impermanence of life.

But since it's already done, there's not much more to say.

……

The moonlight was as clear as water, the stars were sparse, and the night sky was like a deep ink painting, slowly unfolding between heaven and earth.

Wu Hongdao sat upright in a dimly lit corner of the office, the phone screen tightly gripped in his hand becoming the only flickering light in the silent night.

On the screen, a video urgently sent by his subordinates was playing silently.

In the scene, the Shao family mansion is engulfed in flames, with raging fire devouring the former prosperity and peace. The entire Shao family has become an innocent victim in this storm of revenge, with no one spared.

Wu Hongdao's brows furrowed slightly involuntarily, and a complex and unreadable expression flashed in his eyes.

"This kid is so ruthless, leaving no room for retreat."

He muttered to himself, his tone revealing both surprise at the ruthlessness of the younger generation and a hint of barely perceptible admiration.

"First, he cleverly spread rumors of his own death, causing panic and suspicion within the Shao family, plunging them into an invisible vortex of internal strife."

Wu Hongdao analyzed slowly, each word seemingly carrying a heavy weight.

"Then, under the cover of darkness, they launched a silent and fatal attack, striking straight at the heart of the enemy. Their path to revenge was meticulously planned, and their deep scheming was truly astonishing."

"However, I really can't bring myself to like Ye Chu."

Wu Hongdao thought to himself, but his face remained calm.

He always liked to plot in the shadows, seemingly without my help on the surface, but in the end, he always had to get my hands on everything.

After the video finished playing, Wu Hongdao slightly pursed his lips, looking helpless.

Logically speaking, the Shao family has a profound foundation, possessing four top experts, all of whom are genuine third-tier martial artists, and their strength should not be underestimated.

As for Navan, his vigorous blood and energy are also a rare sight.

But how exactly did Ye Chu kill him? The intricacies of it are truly perplexing.

"The power of Qi is indeed vast and boundless; however, cultivators follow different paths, and their manifestation of Qi varies greatly."

"Judging from Ye Chu's strength, he seems to have awakened an extremely sharp and aggressive Qi-based ability."

Without a doubt, this is another outstanding individual in Qi cultivation, and could even be considered to possess the rarest talent among those who utilize Qi.

So terrifying.

Wu Hongdao frowned, his thoughts racing, and he became increasingly lost in thought.

It must be admitted that Ye Chu's talent was truly astonishing.

Even he, a grandmaster with a long history of experience and profound martial arts skills, couldn't help but feel a touch of envy.

A moment later, Wu Hongdao gave a bitter smile.

"Forget it, let's not delve into such extraordinary talents."

Then, Wu Hongdao's gaze swept lightly over the inconspicuous file folder on the table. It was like a sleeping behemoth, containing one heinous crime after another committed by the Shao family.

If these crimes were made public, even being torn to pieces would not be enough to atone for them.

However, Wu Hongdao knew perfectly well that the Shao family was nothing more than a filthy glove in the hands of those powerful figures hiding in the shadows, and it would be no easy task to remove it.

In this complex power game, the Shao family plays a dishonorable role, while Wu Hongdao must carefully strategize within the game.

He realized that Ye Chu was a seemingly ordinary name.

At this moment, however, it was like a sharp sword in his hand, a sharp glove capable of severing the malignant vine that was the Shao family.

By using Ye Chu, Wu Hongdao was able to skillfully avoid those intricate entanglements of interests, strike at the heart of the matter, and uproot the Shao family, a malignant tumor deeply rooted in darkness.

This is not only a contest of wits, but also a profound insight into human nature and power.

On such a chessboard, every move must be made with caution, because the slightest carelessness could lead to total defeat.

Wu Hongdao is steadily moving towards his goal, bringing everything under his control.