211: They all knelt down!

"Protect the Old Master!!!"

Wang Zhenshan was the first to react. He roared hoarsely, his Mid Profound Realm cultivation erupting without reservation. His palms took on a metallic grayish-white hue as he resolutely blocked the path in front of Wang Zhenyue!

Third Master Wang and several other Xuan Realm enshriners also shouted sharply, each employing their ultimate techniques. Their qi surged as they constructed a defensive line!

However—

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of muffled, heavy thuds exploded almost simultaneously!

Ye Chen's figure flashed past them like a phantom.

Every flash was accompanied by the crisp sound of shattering bones and an arc of spraying blood.

Wang Zhenshan's Black Iron Palm, which was claimed to be able to withstand a full-strength strike from the Late Profound Realm, shattered instantly like fragile glass before Ye Chen's fist!

His arm bones twisted and deformed, and he was sent flying backward while screaming in agony!

Third Master Wang tried to neutralize the force with soft energy, his palms drawing circles. Just as the air vortex began to form, Ye Chen's fingertips struck his chest like a steel awl!

"Pfft!"

Third Master Wang felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs and fell flat on his back!

The other Xuan Realm enshriners couldn't even withstand a single move. Under the irresistible, overwhelming force, their tendons snapped and bones broke as they were sent flying, crashing into the crowd behind them and causing a chorus of screams!

The defensive line was pierced in an instant!

Ye Chen's hand had already gripped Wang Zhenyue's throat!

The ebony cane in Wang Zhenyue's hand fell to the ground.

His aged face turned red, and his eyes were finally filled with boundless fear.

"Ugh..."

He clawed futilely at Ye Chen's fingers, a rattling sound coming from his throat.

"Grandfather!!!"

Wang Yuan's eyes nearly split from rage as he lunged forward recklessly.

Without even turning his head, Ye Chen threw out a slap.

"Slap!"

Wang Yuan was sent flying backward.

Ye Chen didn't care what happened to him. He looked directly at Wang Zhenyue and spoke with a cold voice, every word like a knife.

"Wang Zhenyue."

"Who did you say you were going to leave a way out for just now?"

Wang Zhenyue's pupils dilated, and his struggling strength grew weaker and weaker.

The shadow of death, like a cold tide, completely submerged him.

He knew... the Wang family was finished.

A century of foundation would be completely destroyed tonight at the hands of this young man!

"Let go of the Old Master!"

"Ye Chen! If you dare touch a single hair on the Old Master's head, the Wang family will fight you to the death!!!"

The remaining Wang family experts around them roared hoarsely in fury.

But they were afraid of hurting the hostage and didn't dare to step forward.

Ye Chen's hand on Wang Zhenyue's throat tightened slightly as his gaze swept across the scene like ice.

"To the death?"

"Do you have the right to say that to me now?"

"Drop your weapons."

"Kneel."

"Otherwise..."

Ye Chen's fingers applied a bit of pressure. Wang Zhenyue's eyes immediately bulged, and his face turned from red to purple.

"His neck will snap in the next second."

The air seemed to freeze.

Every Wang family expert's breath hitched, and the hands holding their weapons began to tremble.

"Stop! Stop now!!!"

Wang Zhenshan struggled to climb up from the ground, cold sweat dripping down his old face, his eyes full of panic.

He suddenly turned his head and roared hoarsely at the clansmen and enshriners still standing behind him.

"Drop them! Everyone drop your weapons!!!"

Third Master Wang also coughed up blood and with difficulty propped up his upper body.

"Listen... listen to Second Brother! Drop your weapons! Everyone drop them!"

"Mr. Ye... Mr. Ye! Let's talk this out! Everything is negotiable! Please don't hurt the Old Master!!!"

Clang—

Clatter—

Following the roars of the two Wang family elders, swords, daggers, and various exotic weapons were thrown onto the ground by their owners.

Immediately after.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The dense crowd knelt down one after another, like wheat being cut down by a scythe.

Some faces were full of humiliation, some eyes held fear, but most people were pale and looked as if they had lost their souls.

In just over ten seconds.

On the front lawn of the villa, except for Ye Chen and his group, every member of the Wang family was kneeling on the ground!

Ye Chen asked back indifferently.

"Talk this out?"

"Everything is negotiable?"

"That's not what you were saying when you were driving the tanks just now."

The light words were like invisible slaps, fiercely striking the face of every Wang family member!

The faces of the people kneeling on the ground turned red and blue; they were utterly ashamed!

Indeed... how arrogant had they been just now?

With tanks approaching and cannons pointed, they thought victory was in their grasp and that they held the power of life and death!

But what about now?

The Old Master was being held by the throat like a little chicken.

These so-called elites and enshriners were all kneeling, their weapons discarded on the ground.

Just like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered!

This contrast and extreme humiliation made many Wang Family Members wish they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

"Hahaha!!!"

"Awesome! Master is awesome!!!"

After a moment of dead silence, Chu Niubi's excited howling suddenly exploded!

He had jumped to the edge of the steps at some point, dancing with joy, his face glowing with excitement.

"Do you see that? Do you see? This is my Master!!!"

"One man holding the pass, ten thousand cannot force it!"

"I don't care about your century-old family or your tanks and cannons. In front of my Master, they're all just clay chickens and pottery dogs! Paper tigers!"

He pointed at the kneeling Wang Family Members, shouting at the top of his lungs, spit flying everywhere.

"Weren't you acting tough just now? Huh?"

"Weren't you going to level this place?"

"Weren't you going to leave someone's corpse intact?"

"Why are you all kneeling now? Huh? Speak up!!!"

With every shout from Chu Niubi, the heads of the Wang Family Members hung lower, and the embarrassment on their faces grew thicker.

Some young and aggressive disciples clenched their fists until their knuckles cracked, their nails digging deep into their palms, yet they didn't even have the courage to look up and glare.

Wang Zhenshan and Third Master Wang looked even more dejected, their eyes closed tightly and their bodies trembling slightly.

After tonight... regardless of the outcome, the Wang family would become a massive joke in Yanjing and in the eyes of all the aristocratic families!

A joke about a family crushed by a single person, with everyone kneeling!

But.

Just then.

A somber voice suddenly broke the dead silence.

"Impressive."

"To think such an existence like you exists in the secular world..."

"It truly is shocking."

The voice seemed both far and near, erratic, as if coming from all directions at once, with a raspiness like metal grinding that made one's scalp tingle.

Chu Niubi was in the middle of gloating when he was startled by this sudden voice.

The next second.

He looked around in shock and anger, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Who? Who the hell is playing tricks there?!"

"Get the hell out here!"

Ye Chen, however, seemed to have expected it.

He didn't release his grip on Wang Zhenyue's throat, but merely turned his head slightly, casting a calm gaze toward a shadowed corner to the front left of the villa that wasn't fully lit by the car headlights.

He didn't speak.

He just watched quietly.

That shadow slowly writhed and stretched like ink.

Immediately after.

A figure emerged silently, as if peeling away from the darkness.

The person was tall and thin, wearing a large black cloak and a pale ghost-face mask.

The eye sockets of the mask were deep, like two ancient wells, devoid of any emotion.

He didn't walk fast, but every step he took seemed to fall on a strange rhythm, causing the surrounding light to distort slightly.

Seeing the person's attire and entrance, a chill inexplicably rose up Chu Niubi's back. His arrogant aura instantly diminished, and he subconsciously leaned closer to Ye Chen.

The kneeling Wang Family Members all showed expressions of bewilderment.

Was this person... a hidden card of their Wang family?

But why had they never seen him?

Ye Chen's gaze met the deep eye sockets of the ghost-masked man.

He suddenly smiled.

"Are you trying to meddle in other people's business, or..."

"Are you also from the Black Prison?"

From beneath the "ghost face," a raspy chuckle was heard.

"Good eyes."

"I am the Grand Commander of the 'Dark Crow,' the primary blade under the Prison Master. You can call me... Nether Spring."

He paused and pointed at Wang Zhenyue.

"Let him go."

"He is the father-in-law of the Prison Master and an in-law of my Black Prison."

"If you harm him, you will be making an enemy of the entire Black Prison, a fight to the death."

"When that time comes, not just you..."

"Everyone related to you will be placed on the Black Prison's highest kill order."

"It will bring disaster to your friends and family, and ten clans will be exterminated."

The words "ten clans" were said nonchalantly, yet they made the kneeling Wang Family Members shudder involuntarily!

The Dark Crow is distributed by regions, with a Crow Head in the southeast and other leaders in different regions, each governing their own territory.

But above these regional leaders, there is one person, mysterious and rarely seen, who commands all "Dark Crows" and holds the power of life and death. He is revered as the Grand Commander—Nether Spring!

Rumor has it that this person's strength is heavenly, having long surpassed the Xuan Realm and entered the Earth Rank!

In Wang Zhenyue's murky old eyes, a wild light of joy from surviving a desperate situation suddenly erupted!

His throat was being gripped, but he desperately forced out a few raspy, broken words from between his teeth: "Kill... kill him!!!"