Chapter 149 Escape Back to the Great Chu!

Master Chen felt as if he had been struck by lightning; the half-step he had just taken froze mid-air.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He understood that look.

That was the will of the Ancestor!

Before the Ancestor, he, the so-called Headmaster, was absolutely nothing!

Let alone the three venerables of the Great Chu Dynasty, even if the King of Heaven himself came, if the Ancestor wanted to kill, he would have to stand by and hand over the knife!

"Whew..."

Master Chen took a deep breath and closed his eyes, a bitter and helpless smile appearing on his face.

Then, under the despairing gazes of Ancestor of Great Chu and the other two, Master Chen silently retracted his step, turned around, and stood with his hands down, his back to the battlefield.

This action was a death sentence!

"No!! Chen Daoming! You're standing by and watching us die! You'll die a horrible death!!"

Ancestor of Great Chu let out a desperate curse.

"Noisy."

Chen Pufan had already arrived before the three of them, and he lightly tapped with the spring and autumn brush in his hand.

"Cripple."

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Three muffled thuds.

The dantian of Ancestor of Great Chu and the others instantly shattered. Their Martial Venerable cultivation, painstakingly built over thousands of years, drained away like floodwaters through a broken dam.

Immediately after, there were several crisp sounds of bones breaking.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Their limbs were forcibly snapped by an invisible force, twisted into bizarre angles.

"Aaaaaah—"

Their screams echoed through the clouds, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

Having finished all this, Chen Pufan waved his large sleeve as if throwing away trash.

Whoosh—

Three battered figures plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily onto the hard bluestone floor of the academy square.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dust rose everywhere.

The three once-lofty Martial Venerables who looked down upon all living beings were now like three dead dogs with broken spines, slumped at Ye Haocheng's feet, twitching all over and spitting blood, without even the strength to crawl.

The thousands of geniuses and elders present all held their breath, staring intently at the center of the square.

They knew a historic moment was coming.

Ye Haocheng lowered his head, looking down at the three people at his feet from a height.

There was not a hint of pity on his face, only the pleasure of revenge and a cold killing intent.

"Three ancestors, I hope you've been well."

Ye Haocheng said softly. His long sword slowly left its scabbard, the blade rubbing against the sheath with a tooth-gritting sound.

"Weren't you shouting quite happily when you were up in the sky?"

"Weren't you going to leave me with no path to heaven and no gate to the earth?"

"Now... why aren't you shouting?"

Ancestor of Great Chu struggled to lift his head, his blood-stained face filled with terror and pleading. "Palace... Palace Master Ye... spare... spare my life..."

"We... we were wrong... we are willing to submit... willing to be dogs..."

To save his life, this imperial uncle completely abandoned all dignity.

"Being dogs?"

Ye Haocheng sneered, his eyes full of mockery. "I'm sorry, but I don't lack old dogs that can't be tamed."

"And..."

Ye Haocheng slowly raised his long sword, the tip pointing directly at Ancestor of Great Chu's throat.

"Of all the things you shouldn't have done, you shouldn't have harbored the thought of killing me."

"With me, once you have the intent to kill, you must die!"

"In your next life, remember to keep your eyes open. There are some people... you cannot afford to provoke!"

As his voice fell...

A flash of sword light.

Chhi!

A head covered in age spots soared into the air, and hot blood splashed all over Ye Haocheng like a fountain.

But he didn't dodge; instead, he let the blood stain his robes red, making him look like an Asura demon emerging from hell.

"Bi... Big Brother!!"

The remaining two were scared out of their wits, letting out pig-slaughtering screams.

"Don't be in a hurry. A family should stay together."

With a flick of Ye Haocheng's wrist, two more flashes of sword light passed.

Chhi! Chhi!

Two heads rolled down, tumbling across the ground until they stopped next to Ancestor of Great Chu's head. Three pairs of eyes remained wide open, refusing to close even in death.

The three Guardian Martial Venerables of the Great Chu Dynasty had fallen!

And they were slaughtered in public like chickens!

This scene was deeply etched into the minds of everyone present, becoming a lingering nightmare for the rest of their lives.

In an inconspicuous corner of the crowd.

Two young men dressed in brocade robes, who originally had extraordinary temperaments, were now huddled together, trembling violently, their heavy robes already soaked with cold sweat.

They were the First Prince Chu Tian and the Second Prince Chu Di of the Great Chu Dynasty, who had come along with the three Martial Venerables.

They had originally come to watch the show, to see how their elders would torture and kill that ignorant boy.

But they never imagined in their wildest dreams that they would see their three invincible ancestors being slaughtered!

At that moment, their world collapsed.

Especially when they saw those three rolling heads and Ye Haocheng, who was covered in blood like a god of slaughter, the two of them were scared out of their wits.

"Run... run fast..."

The Second Prince's teeth chattered, unable to even speak a complete sentence.

"Can't... can't let him find us here..."

The other prince's legs were even weaker, and he almost crawled as he squeezed toward the back of the crowd.

They had only one thought now: Flee! Flee back to the Great Chu Dynasty! Flee back to their Imperial Father!

This Ye Haocheng is a devil! A madman!

Like stray dogs, the two of them mingled with the panicked crowd, running down the mountain with all their might, not even daring to look back.

And in the center of the square.

Ye Haocheng, who was wiping the blood off his sword with a clean white handkerchief, paused slightly.

The corner of his mouth curled into a playful arc, his gaze seemingly sweeping over the two fleeing figures.

Did he not see them?

No, with his system scan, he had long ago discovered these two Great Chu princes hiding in the shadows.

But he didn't make a move.

"Master, those two little mice have run away. Shall your old servant go and crush them to death?"

Chen Pufan appeared behind Ye Haocheng again at some unknown time, asking softly like a ghost.

"No need."

Ye Haocheng sheathed his sword and casually tossed the blood-stained handkerchief onto Ancestor of Great Chu's corpse.

"What's the fun in killing two ants that are scared out of their wits?"

"Let them run. Let them run back to the Great Chu Dynasty with their fear and tell that Emperor Chu everything that happened here today."

Ye Haocheng looked up toward the direction of the Great Chu Dynasty, a flame called ambition flickering in his eyes.

"Fear is sometimes more useful than swords."

"Besides... sooner or later, I will destroy the Great Chu Dynasty. If I kill everyone now, who will be there to welcome my arrival?"

"Let them... live for a few more days!"

The wind rose, swirling the scent of blood from the ground and spreading it around.