171: Chapter 171 You shouldn't have messed with the Wu family!

Wu Hao had just thought that with his father present, he was safe, thinking that hiding behind his father would mean nothing would happen.

But that Elder Wu De, who was standing less than three steps away from his father, had been split in two by a single finger from Ye Yun.

Wu Zhen lowered his head to look at the two halves of the corpse on the ground, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Just slightly.

Immediately, he raised his head, looked at Ye Yun, and finally, a trace of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

"Great Martial Master, Late Stage."

His voice remained steady, but his speaking speed was a few beats slower than before.

"No, looking at the refinement level of your Sword Qi, you should have already touched the threshold of the Great Martial Master, Peak."

He paused, his gaze sweeping back and forth across Ye Yun's face twice.

"How old are you this year? Eighteen? Nineteen?"

"At this age, with this cultivation, in my Qingzhou City, no, in the entire Tianyang Kingdom, you can be considered a top-tier Prodigy."

There was a trace of genuine admiration in Wu Zhen's tone, but in those hawk-like eyes, the killing intent was growing increasingly thick.

"What a pity."

He slowly raised his right hand, and the Mystic Power around his body began to surge.

"The more of a Prodigy one is, the more one must be strangled in the cradle."

"If I let you leave alive today, in the future, my Wu Family will be left with nothing."

As his voice fell, several core Elders behind him stepped forward simultaneously, unleashing their full Mystic Power.

The aura of the Great Martial Master, Late Stage, intertwined, forming a suffocating pressure that rolled toward Ye Yun.

Ye Yun did not look at them.

He lowered his head, looking at Fang Hansu, who had already run to his side.

Fang Hansu looked up at him with a red-rimmed face, tears still falling.

But the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned; she wanted to smile but didn't dare, fearing that if she opened her mouth, she would cry.

Ye Yun looked at her and asked softly.

"Are you hurt?"

Fang Hansu shook her head, her voice tearful, yet she tried hard to speak clearly.

"No. It's just that my Mystic Power was sealed, and there's also Bone-Softening Powder, so I have no strength in my body."

Ye Yun nodded and raised his hand to press gently on the top of her head.

"I understand."

His voice was very light and calm.

"Stand behind me."

Fang Hansu nodded vigorously and obediently moved behind him.

Her two hands unconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes on his back, gripping it tightly.

As if grasping the only light in this world.

Wu Zhen stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, his dark purple brocade robe fluttering without wind.

His gaze swept over the corpses covering the ground and fell upon Ye Yun, his expression remaining calm.

"Young man, I admit that you do indeed have some ability."

"At this age, with this cultivation, let alone Qingzhou City, even looking across the entire Tianyang Kingdom, you can be considered top-tier."

His tone shifted, becoming colder.

"Unfortunately, you should not have come to my Wu Family."

"If I let you leave alive today, I will write my name, Wu Zhen, backwards."

As his voice fell, the Mystic Power around Wu Zhen's body erupted with a roar.

The aura of the Great Martial Master, Peak, surged out like a tide, causing the candlelight in the hall to dim simultaneously.

The broken bowls and dishes on the ground were pushed by the airwave, clattering as they overturned, and the tables nearby were directly flipped over onto the ground.

Wu Zhen raised his right hand, his five fingers grasping the air, and a pitch-black longsword flew from the hands of the Disciple behind him into his palm.

A dark cyan Mystic Power radiance flowed along the sword body, and where the sword tip pointed, the air seemed to freeze.

"This sword is named 'Zhenyue', and it has followed me for twenty years."

He pointed the sword tip diagonally at the ground; his voice was not loud, but it carried full confidence.

"Using it to send you on your way today will not be an insult to you."

Ye Yun glanced at him.

Then he withdrew his gaze and looked down at the burning snow sword in his hand.

Blood was still dripping from the sword body; it was from when he killed Wu De just now.

He raised the sword and flicked it casually; blood droplets splattered on the ground, drawing a dark red arc.

"Are you done talking?"

Ye Yun raised his eyes, his gaze landing calmly on Wu Zhen.

"If you are done, then make your move."

"Why waste your breath?"

Wu Zhen's expression sank.

He said no more; he stomped his foot down hard, and the blue brick floor exploded with spiderweb-like cracks.

His whole body, like a purple lightning bolt, instantly crossed a distance of several zhang.

The Zhenyue sword, wrapped in dark cyan sword light, slashed down at Ye Yun's head!

In this strike, he held nothing back.

The Mystic Power of a Great Martial Master, Peak, was poured entirely into this strike; where the sword light passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek.

The few core Elders behind Wu Zhen wore sneers on their faces.

"Even someone who is also a Great Martial Master, Peak, would not dare to take the Patriarch's strike head-on."

"This brat is dead for sure."

Wu Hao cowered behind the Elders; seeing his father take action, that expression of a petty man gloating appeared on his face again.

"Dad! Kill him! Chop him into mincemeat!"

The sword blade descended.

Ye Yun did not dodge.

He raised the burning snow sword and swung it casually.

"Clang—!"

The two swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

A visible wave of air exploded from where the sword blades met.

The surrounding tables and chairs were sent flying, crashing into the walls and shattering into pieces.

The few guests hiding in the corners were pushed by the airwave, scrambling away.

One person directly knocked over the screen behind him and was trapped underneath, howling.

Then, everyone saw a scene that made them unable to believe their eyes.

Wu Zhen retreated.

He retreated a full three steps.

Every step he took on the blue brick floor left a deep footprint.

The bricks shattered, and the cracks spread several feet away.

The web between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, which was holding the Zhenyue sword, split open; blood dripped down the hilt, and his entire arm was trembling slightly.

And Ye Yun stood in place, not moving an inch.

Not even the corner of his clothes was blown up by the Sword Qi.

Wu Zhen raised his head abruptly, his pupils shrinking to the size of needle points.

"You—"

Ye Yun did not give him the chance to finish speaking.

The firelight on the burning snow sword surged; he swept his sword horizontally, and the fiery red sword light, like a crescent moon, slashed toward Wu Zhen's waist.

Wu Zhen gritted his teeth and raised his sword to block.

"Clang!"

He retreated three more steps.

Ye Yun advanced again, and the third sword strike descended.

"Clang!"

The Zhenyue sword in Wu Zhen's hand flew out of his grip, flipping several times in the air.

It stabbed into the pillar behind him, the sword body vibrating with a humming sound.

He staggered backward, his back crashing into the altar table, smashing it to pieces, and the fruits and pastries spilled all over the floor.

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his mouth, splattering onto the lapels of his chest, staining his dark purple brocade robe with a dark patch.

Wu Zhen clutched his chest, raised his head, and looked at Ye Yun with an expression of complete disbelief.

"You... you are also a Great Martial Master, Peak?!"

His voice was trembling, carrying a kind of shock that only comes with sudden realization after being crushed.

No, it was not just a Great Martial Master, Peak.

Those three strikes just now—the force of each one had made him unable to catch his breath.

That kind of Mystic Power, so thick it was almost unreasonable, clearly meant he had already stepped one foot into a higher Realm.

Ye Yun held his sword and walked toward him.

"Only realizing it now?"

His tone was very light, as if he were speaking of a trivial matter.

"It's too late."

Fang Hansu stood not far behind Ye Yun, her hands gripping the corner of the clothes on his back tightly.

From her angle, she could only see Ye Yun's back.

That grey figure of his back was not particularly tall, even somewhat slender.

But it was this very back, blocking in front of her, like a wall, like a mountain.