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

Upon hearing this, Yao Qianwei's face turned deathly pale, and fear froze in his heart like ice.

Deep inside him, a voice was screaming hysterically.

He had to survive and protect his family!

Witnessing the Shao family's fall from glory to abyss, their tragic end, was like a mirror reflecting his deepest fears and helplessness.

All he asks for now is to preserve the family bloodline and ensure the continuation of the Yao family line.

However, in this intricate game of chess...

He was nothing more than an insignificant pawn; with a mere shift of the winds of fate, he could be swept into an abyss of no return.

He longed to control his own destiny, but sadly discovered that he didn't even have the right to choose when faced with these forces.

Ye Chu, this name is like a sword hanging over his head. If he doesn't die, he will surely suffer Luo Shengdao's wrath and be shattered to pieces.

If Ye Chu were to truly perish, Wu Hongdao and Yang Xiao's fury would pour down like a storm, and he too would be unable to escape death.

This is a game with no way out; every step is like walking on thin ice, and the slightest mistake could lead to utter ruin.

Yao Qianwei knew perfectly well that he had been swept into the center of a whirlpool, surrounded by a raging storm with no way to escape.

Looking back, he spent half his life diligently cultivating his skills, enduring countless hardships, before finally achieving the prestigious reputation of a martial arts master.

He thought that with his extraordinary martial arts skills, he could transcend worldly conflicts, but unexpectedly, even standing at the pinnacle of martial arts in the eyes of the world, he was still far from being able to escape worldly strife.

He still couldn't escape the fate of being treated as a pawn by others, and this cruel reality was like a sharp knife, deeply piercing his heart.

Amidst a flurry of thoughts, Yao Qianwei felt a surge of turmoil in his chest, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red—a reflection of his inner despair and resentment.

When his gaze fell on Ye Chu again, a complex mix of emotions wove together into an impenetrable net, binding him tightly.

Regret surged like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming him.

In his eyes, Ye Chu's figure became blurry and eerie, like a vengeful ghost returning from hell, making him shudder.

Yao Qianwei's lips twitched, and a hysterical scream rose from the depths of his heart: If it weren't for his momentary greed and coveting of the Shao family's ill-gotten wealth, how could he have ended up in this state, in a state of no return?

This regret, like a maggot gnawing at his bones, gnawed at his soul, causing him unbearable pain and making him feel as if the world had turned upside down!

At this moment, Ye Chu didn't care about any of that.

"Dragon Shaking Fist!"

Ye Chu let out a long roar that shook the heavens. His brows shone with divine light, like stars exploding, instantly pushing his power to an unprecedented peak. A terrifying aura swept across the surroundings, making people's hearts tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a fist imprint as majestic as a mountain condensed from the void, carrying a deafening sonic boom. Golden dragon-shaped light and shadow wrapped around it, as if a true dragon had descended to earth, tearing through the sky and slamming towards Yao Qianwei opposite with a world-destroying force.

Wherever the fist imprint passed, the air seemed to be completely ignited, with endless air explosions forming shockwaves that spread wildly in all directions. Even the thick black clouds that covered the sky were torn apart by this force, revealing a clear void.

Yao Qianwei was already in a state of turmoil, his mind a jumble of emotions. Witnessing this scene, he was even more shaken and involuntarily activated the Grandmaster-level internal energy within his body.

He stretched his arms forward with all his might and pushed outward with a sudden movement. Instantly, the qi seemed to condense and transform into a visible wall of copper and iron.

It was incredibly solid, seemingly flawless and indestructible.

However, just as this impregnable fortress was taking shape, a deafening explosion suddenly rang out.

The Dragon Shaking Fist, like a meteorite from outer space, slammed heavily onto the protective aura shield with indescribable ferocity.

That once unyielding, seemingly invincible shield against all things in the world, became as fragile as paper under the impact of this unstoppable and invincible force.

In an instant, it shattered with a deafening roar, vanishing into nothingness, leaving only a vast emptiness and a sense of awe.

The residual force of the Dragon Shaking Fist was like a violent storm, unstoppable, and aimed directly at Yao Qianwei's vital heart meridian.

At this moment, Yao Qianwei's heart was filled with shock. What he saw before him was as unbelievable as a dream, which made him feel extremely shaken.

In his haste, he mustered all his strength to mobilize the remaining internal energy within him. However, the turmoil in his mind was like a candle flame in a storm, greatly diminishing his power. Compared to before, his internal energy was reduced to only one or two tenths.

But at this critical moment, the protective energy seemed to sense its master's danger and forcibly condensed into a thin shield around him, like a crumbling ruin, barely holding on.

With a dull and shocking impact, the protective shield of qi seemed to have been subjected to immense pressure. Its surface was instantly covered with dense cracks, just like fragile porcelain, which shattered inch by inch under the violent impact, clearly visible.

Immediately, under Yao Qianwei's astonished gaze, the Dragon Shaking Fist, carrying considerable power, slammed heavily into his chest.

At that moment, fine cracks suddenly appeared on Yao Qianwei's chest skin, which was as delicate as porcelain.

Immediately afterwards, thin streams of blood slowly seeped from the cracks, staining the clothes red.

Even more alarming was that the ribs inside his chest trembled slightly under the impact of this tremendous force, as if they might break at any moment.

Ye Chu's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, and with his ability to transform his qi into eyes, he could see through all the illusions of the world.

His gaze pierced directly through Yao Qianwei's flesh and blood, looking directly into the situation inside.

Under the influence of this terrifying force, Yao Qianwei's ribs showed fine cracks, and some even showed signs of breaking under the strain.

Suffering this heavy blow, Yao Qianwei staggered backward involuntarily, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, as if each step carried a thousand pounds of weight, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

With a deep, angry roar erupting from the depths of his throat, this master, renowned in the martial arts world, was...

In full view of everyone, he coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood, then slammed one knee heavily to the ground, the dust rising around him, revealing an indescribable sense of tragic grandeur.

This scene caused Luo Shengdao and Wu Hongdao, who were observing the battle from the sidelines, to change their expressions slightly, and a hint of disbelief flashed in their eyes.

They never expected that Ye Chu's seemingly ordinary punch would contain such earth-shattering power, forcing a martial arts master to such a desperate situation.