196: Chapter 195 Lei Family War God? I'm Holding the Hammer

God of War of the Lei Family stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in mid-air, looking down at Xiao Ye and the others. His voice was not loud, but it rolled across the sky like muffled thunder, making people's eardrums ache.

Hao Qiqi's pupils dilated, her expression turned ugly in an instant, and she subconsciously gripped her mother's sleeve beside her.

"It's God of War of the Lei Family... the Lei Family's God of War." Yang Rong's voice trembled slightly. "A ruthless person who can battle those at the Mahayana Peak Stage while only at the Mahayana Late Stage. A true powerhouse of the Central Region."

Her eyes became increasingly solemn, and her brows were furrowed so tightly that a mosquito could be crushed between them.

God of War of the Lei Family is not an ordinary Mahayana Late Stage Cultivator, but a ruthless person capable of cross-rank battles.

Such a person is someone who can walk sideways across the entire Central Region.

Yang Rong pursed her lips, wearing a look of forced composure, and the hand holding her daughter's also subconsciously tightened a little.

God of War of the Lei Family's gaze passed over Yang Rong and her daughter, landing on Xiao Ye.

His Divine Sense swept over Xiao Ye—He-Ti Initial Stage. The Qi was fairly thick, but in the Central Region, this level of cultivation wouldn't even stir up a ripple.

He didn't care, turning his gaze to Yang Rong, his voice growing a bit colder.

"Yang Rong, this Venerable One is asking you a question, why aren't you answering? Who killed Lei Dong?"

Yang Rong opened her mouth, intending to make up some random excuse to fool him.

At this moment, Xiao Ye put down his teacup, stood up slowly, brushed off the non-existent dust on his robes, and spoke calmly.

"I killed him."

His tone was as if he were talking about the nice weather today, calm and unruffled, like an ancient well without ripples.

God of War of the Lei Family was stunned for a moment, then laughed up at the sky. The laughter was like a thunderclap, making the entire Hao Family compound hum, causing roof tiles to fall with a rustle.

"You?" He stopped laughing, looking down at Xiao Ye as if looking at an ant that didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. "A mere He-Ti Initial Stage, killing an Elder of my Lei Family at the Mahayana Middle Stage?"

"Yang Rong, is this the scapegoat you prepared?"

Before the laughter died down, God of War of the Lei Family struck down with his palm casually.

The movement was as casual as shooing away a fly, but the palm wind carried the terrifying spiritual power of a Mahayana Late Stage, pressing down on Xiao Ye like a great mountain.

This palm strike was enough to smash a He-Ti Initial Stage Cultivator into meat paste.

Yang Rong's face turned deathly pale, and Hao Qiqi gasped in shock.

Xiao Ye did not retreat.

He looked up, watching the palm print drawing closer, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly as he pulled a card glowing with red light from his bosom and gently crushed it.

The red light flared brilliantly.

His black hair began to turn red from the roots, inch by inch, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was crimson as blood, glowing brilliantly in the sunset. An aura of extreme violence erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption, like a tsunami, shattering the palm print of the God of War of the Lei Family into pieces.

His cultivation soared like a rocket—He-Ti second level, third level, fourth level... Mahayana first level, second level, third level... until it rushed all the way to the Mahayana Peak Stage before it barely stabilized.

His robes fluttered, and his long hair danced. Xiao Ye stood in the red light, his body exuding a suffocating pressure, as if he had become a different person.

No, as if he had changed species.

The whole scene was deathly silent.

God of War of the Lei Family's pupils shrank to pinpoints, his extended hand froze in mid-air, the contempt on his face shattering inch by inch, replaced by unbelievable horror.

"You... this..."

"You what you?" Xiao Ye took a step, his figure appearing before the God of War of the Lei Family like a ghost, raising his hand for a punch.

There were no fancy Moves, no release of spiritual power, just a simple punch.

Where the fist wind passed, space twisted, the air exploded, and even the light was bent by the pressure.

God of War of the Lei Family hurriedly blocked, crossing his arms to protect his chest, but was sent flying by the punch like a kite with a broken string, crashing through three hilltops before barely stopping.

Debris splashed, and smoke filled the sky.

God of War of the Lei Family climbed out of the rubble, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his arms numb, bones rattling. He stared wide-eyed, glaring fixedly at Xiao Ye, with only one thought left in his mind: This is impossible.

Xiao Ye didn't give him a chance to catch his breath, flashing again to appear in front of him, and threw another punch.

This time, God of War of the Lei Family had learned his lesson; not daring to take it head-on, he dodged to the side and struck out with his palm.

Xiao Ye didn't dodge or avoid, taking the palm strike head-on. His robes shattered, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his chest, but he didn't even frown, instead backhanding a punch onto the shoulder of the God of War of the Lei Family.

"Crack—" The sound of bone shattering was clearly audible.

God of War of the Lei Family let out a miserable scream, flew backward, slammed into the ground, slid a long way, and dragged a long trail of blood.

Xiao Ye stood in the smoke, red hair fluttering, robes tattered, covered in blood, yet he looked like a demon god crawling out of Hell.

He looked down at the wound on his chest, then at the God of War of the Lei Family struggling to get up in the distance, his mouth curling up to reveal a mouthful of white teeth.

"Is that it? And you call this cross-rank battle? I thought you were much stronger."

In the distance, the hilltops were densely packed with Loose Cultivators watching the excitement.

They had originally come to see how the Lei Family would crush the Hao Family, but instead, they saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

"Damn... what did I just see? The Mahayana Late Stage God of War of the Lei Family... being hammered by someone?"

"Who is that red-haired guy? Wasn't he just at the He-Ti Initial Stage a moment ago? How did he suddenly reach the Mahayana Peak Stage?"

"Did he take medicine? Where can I buy this medicine? I want one too!"

"It's over, it's over, the Lei Family has kicked an iron plate this time..."

Discussions rose and fell, and the hilltops were in an uproar.

Some were so excited they were dancing, some took out recording stones to frantically record, and others had already started planning how to cozy up to Xiao Ye later.

The Lei Family Cultivators, however, had no heart for watching the fun.

Xiao Ye had blocked their path before they knew it, and the pressure of the Mahayana Peak Stage surged like a tide, pressing them until they couldn't breathe.

"Kill—" A Lei Family Elder at the He-Ti Late Stage gritted his teeth and rushed up.

Xiao Ye slashed down with his sword, and the Elder didn't even have time to scream before being split in two.

Fresh blood splattered the ground, and the remaining Lei Family Cultivators turned deathly pale, their legs trembling.

Someone turned to run, but was caught by Xiao Ye and beheaded with one sword strike.

Someone knelt down to beg for mercy, but Xiao Ye ignored him, sending him on his way with a casual sword strike.

In less than half a cup of tea's time, over a dozen Lei Family Cultivators at the He-Ti Realm were completely wiped out.

Corpses lay scattered across the Hao Family villa, blood staining the bluestone slabs red.

God of War of the Lei Family knelt on the ground, covered in wounds, his robes tattered. Where was any of the majesty of the "Lei Family's God of War" left? His arms were broken, and several of his ribs were snapped, making it difficult even to stand up.

He looked up at Xiao Ye, his eyes full of fear and unwillingness.

"Who... who exactly are you?"

"Who I am is not important." Xiao Ye squatted down, patted his face, and said with a smile, "What's important is that you provoked the wrong person."