162: Chapter 162 Killing Three Martial Grandmasters

Middle Stage Martial Ancestor?

Before General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng, Ye Jietie, Ye Xiaowu, and Ye Jiechuan were about to make their move, they finally realized what was wrong.

Ye Yisong had only been out for the Cangjiang Prefecture Examination for a few days, right? They could barely accept a Breakthrough to Martial Ancestor, but how did he jump several Ranks in a row to become a Middle Stage Martial Ancestor powerhouse directly?

After thinking for a few breaths, the eyes of Ye Jietie, Ye Xiaowu, and Ye Jiechuan all converged on General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng and Ye Yisong. What lucky guys, the two of them.

"Later, attack the Martial Artist holding the blade first. Strive to kill him in one blow. All of his life-saving trump cards were used up when he fought me just now," Ye Yisong said to the other four, pointing at the blade-wielder walking against the wall.

"Understood." The four men's gazes were cold and sharp; each took out a Thunder-Fire Talisman, preparing to act.

"After killing him, use the second Talisman to force back the two archers. Grandfather Ye Tuantu and I will surround and kill the tall one. Uncle Jietie, Uncle Jiechuan, Uncle Xiaowu, you surround and kill the short one. Once you kill your opponent, immediately support the other side."

"Finally, we will surround and kill the two Late Stage Martial Ancestors."

The four heard Ye Yisong's plan and all nodded in response. Finally, Grandfather Ye Tuantu added, "After the Talisman strike, remember to finish off the blade-wielder to avoid him not being completely dead and biting back at us in the end."

"Everyone, get ready," General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng transmitted his voice. They were already very close, less than three kilometers away, so it was not suitable to whisper anymore. "Activate the Formation!"

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"Do you guys feel like something is wrong?" Wang Jingyu said vigilantly.

"The number of people in this mountain stronghold is pitifully small, but there are too many Martial Masters. Since we entered here, we have only killed forty or fifty people, and half of them were Martial Masters," Wei Chengxing said gravely. "Where did so many Martial Master powerhouses come from in such a small stronghold?"

"When things go wrong, there must be a demon. Everyone, be careful."

"What are you afraid of? No matter how many Martial Masters there are, they aren't enough for us to wipe out in one pot."

"Brother with the blade, caution is the parent of safety; it's better not to be careless!"

"Hmph, coward." The blade-wielder was singled out and lectured by the Wei Family member, wanting to retort, but was stopped by a look from Wang Jingyu. Feeling resentful, he slashed at the low wall nearby with his blade, but surprisingly, he didn't manage to cut it all down.

"Eh, this wall... oh no, retreat quickly, it's a Formation!"

Realizing it at this moment was undoubtedly too late. Before they had flown back even a few meters, eight huge pillars of light rose into the sky, connecting into one piece and wrapping all five people within them.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Five giant Thunder-Fire Dragons directly engulfed the blade-wielding Martial Artist. Before he could even show an expression of terror, his whole body was burned to charcoal. This was not the end; immediately following were five black shadows charging before him. With his severely injured body, he had to Face five Martial Artists of the same Rank; how could he possibly withstand it?

Clang, clang! He held his blade horizontally to protect his heart and pulse, blocking some of the five people's attacks. The five figures drifted past, and the blade-wielder's hands and one leg vanished into thin air, leaving him standing on one leg in the sky like a golden rooster.

"Let's see what you use to block this time." Grandfather Ye Tuantu and the others deliberately left the final finishing blow to Ye Yisong. Ye Yisong slashed off the blade-wielder's head with his sword. The head rolled onto the ground, still maintaining an expression of shock.

The blade-wielder probably never understood until he died why he had such great Face. To kill him, not only did they use five Tier 4 Talismans to focus fire, but after he was severely injured, five Martial Artists of the same Rank surrounded and attacked him from all sides to put him to death.

"Jingkun, you are courting death!" Wang Jingyu shouted angrily. His long spear pierced towards Ye Yisong like a Dragon. How could General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng let him have his way? He activated the Formation control token, and countless huge boulders fell from the sky, blocking Wang Jingyu's line of sight.

"Everyone be careful, it's the Eight-Gate Golden Lock Formation." Wei Chengxing recognized the Formation trapping them immediately. He struck the Formation's defensive light screen violently with both palms. The yellow light on the screen trembled violently, as if it would shatter in the next instant.

"We cannot let him attack the Formation so wantonly. His strength is too great; the Formation cannot withstand a few more of his attacks," General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng said worriedly, feeling the wailing sound coming from the Formation.

"These two guys are so strong? Relying only on the Formation is not enough to completely block the two of them. Damn it, we still have to rely on close-quarters combat to truly hold them off for a moment." Seeing Wang Jingyu rushing out of the Rolling Stone Formation, and Wei Chengxing wandering freely in the Formation looking for its weak points, General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng had to take the initiative to meet them and fight them head-on.

"Just by yourself, you want to block the two of us? Wishful thinking." Wang Jingyu spat on the ground, spitting out the blood in his mouth. Apparently, he had suffered some minor injuries while forcibly breaking out of the Rolling Stone Formation just now.

"Brother Wei, don't hide your head and show your tail at this time. If we don't quickly solve this kid, aren't you afraid that your precious pair of twin archers will also perish in this Formation?" Wang Jingyu goaded Wei Chengxing, wanting to join forces with him to quickly kill General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng.

"That is not for you to worry about; you had better take care of yourself." Wei Chengxing had maintained an indifferent demeanor from beginning to end, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

Although he said that, his actions were not slow at all. Spiritual Qi surged on his right palm, and black light attached to his entire arm, grabbing fiercely at General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng's throat.

Apparently, what Wang Jingyu said just now had influenced his decision.

On the other hand, over at Ye Yisong's side, after the five of them joined forces to kill the blade-wielder, they did not stop for a moment. Using the cover of the Formation, they directly separated and surrounded the two archers.

According to the original plan, they used the Thunder-Fire Talisman to temporarily separate the two who were close together. When the two wanted to reunite, five figures were standing firmly between them.

"Quick battle, quick decision. General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng cannot hold on for long." Grandfather Ye Tuantu threw his golden bowl forward, magnifying it several times, trying to cover the tall archer, but he failed.

"Grandfather, narrow his range of movement first, then you use the golden bowl to cover him." Ye Yisong raised his sword and charged forward.

"Understood." Grandfather Ye Tuantu responded.

Facing such a predicament, the tall archer was obviously panicked. He rushed left and right, unexpectedly coming to a dead end, and was trapped inside by Grandfather Ye Tuantu's golden bowl. As the golden bowl contracted, the tall archer fought for his life, burning his essence blood to shoot his final arrow. Although he broke the Seal of the golden bowl, he himself was buried under Ye Yisong's two green lotuses.

"Good bow."

Ye Yisong picked up the precious bow that had fallen to the ground, shining with golden light. He tried to draw it once and couldn't help but praise it.

Looking back, the battle on the side of Ye Jietie, Ye Jiechuan, and Ye Xiaowu had also ended, but Ye Xiaowu's abdomen was blood-red, staining his entire lower body.

"Xiaowu, are you okay!" Grandfather Ye Tuantu asked with concern.

"It's nothing, I can still continue fighting. It's just a penetrating wound. At worst, I'll just recuperate in the Family for a few more months." Ye Xiaowu forced a smile and replied with a pale Face.

"Let's go, go over there. General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng cannot hold on much longer."