164: Chapter 164 The Mighty and Domineering Ye Jiesheng

The six of them panted heavily, looking at the ruins, shattered boulders, broken Flying Swords, and the raging fires burning everywhere, realizing that this ambush was likely a lost cause.

"General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng, how is your recovery?" Ye Yisong asked via secret voice transmission.

"I have barely recovered fifty or sixty percent. In a moment, I will pin down the two of them. You take Yisong and leave first. Reinforcements from the Family should arrive soon; you can come back to support me then," General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng replied to Ye Yisong, then sent a voice transmission to the other four.

"Don't think about running. If we don't take them out, no one will be able to escape," Ye Yisong said, interrupting them as if he had realized their plan, while also making his stance clear: he would never abandon his clansmen to live in disgrace.

"Yisong is right. You cannot hold them off alone," Grandfather Ye Tuantu said earnestly, as an elder.

Leaving General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng alone to fend off the two Late Stage Martial Ancestors would only lead to one outcome: his death.

After all, everyone had just experienced the might of Wei Chengxing, who had nearly wiped them all out by himself.

Taking a step back, it was impossible to leave General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng to cover their retreat. Currently, the Ye Family only had two seeds for the Martial King realm: one was Ye Jiesheng, who was in secluded cultivation within the Family, and the other was General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng.

The Family could not accept the death of General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng here!

"Are you finished chatting?" Wei Chengxing asked condescendingly. The previous shockwave had only grazed his cheek and a corner of his arm, causing him no significant damage.

Wang Jingyu, however, was covered in blood, with fresh blood dripping from his fingers onto the ground; he had likely been stabbed by the Flying Swords while breaking through the hundred-sword formation.

"Brat of the Ye Family, die!" Wang Jingyu roared in anger, sweeping his spear horizontally and attacking the weakest, Ye Jiechuan.

"Grandfather, the four of you work together to hold off the old ghost from the Wang Family. Uncle Jiefeng and I will take on the old ghost from the Wei Family," Ye Yisong said, assessing the situation. Before charging in with General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng, he left his remaining stock of five Tier 4 Talismans with them.

Comparing the two old ghosts from the Wang and Wei Families, Wang Jingyu's strength was clearly a notch lower. Four Middle Stage Martial Ancestors, coupled with five unactivated Tier 4 Talismans, were enough to hold off the injured Wang Jingyu.

Wei Chengxing was different; his strength was terrifyingly powerful. Without General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng, a Late Stage Martial Ancestor, at the front, no number of Middle Stage Martial Ancestors would be anything more than cannon fodder.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out, with colorful bursts of light flashing continuously in the narrow space.

Among the four—Grandfather Ye Tuantu, Ye Jietie, Ye Jiechuan, and Ye Xiaowu—none were six-star Martial Ancestors, and Ye Xiaowu was merely a four-star Martial Ancestor. It was truly difficult to hold off a Late Stage Martial Ancestor.

The four of them took turns burning their blood essence to boost their combat power, barely managing to block Wang Jingyu's attacks.

Every time Wang Jingyu got truly fired up and charged up a powerful ultimate move, his rhythm was interrupted at the last moment by a Low Grade Tier 4 Thunder-Fire Talisman, making him increasingly irritable.

Although a Low Grade Tier 4 Talisman was only equivalent to a full-force strike from an Early Stage Martial Ancestor, even a Late Stage Martial Ancestor could not completely ignore it; being hit would result in varying degrees of minor injuries.

Even ants can bite an elephant to death; when minor injuries pile up, they often become the deciding factor between life and death in the end.

It wasn't that Wang Jingyu couldn't take a few hits; after all, he was wearing Tier 4 precious armor!

But deep down, he was very reluctant to do so. Damaging the Tier 4 precious armor was costly; the Wang Family was not wealthy and had no spare armor to give him another one.

Or rather, he was waiting, waiting for Wei Chengxing to finish the battle first so he could reap the rewards.

"Just the two of you think you can stop this old man?" Wei Chengxing said disdainfully. "You're courting death!"

"Uncle Jiefeng, give me five minutes. I'm going to prepare something big for this old thing," Ye Yisong said, having made up his mind, his tone resolute.

"Alright."

General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng nodded in agreement without asking further questions about what methods Ye Yisong had to injure a Late Stage Martial Ancestor.

Ye Yisong watched the two fighting in the sky. General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng was clearly at a disadvantage, being beaten back step by step, his blood splattering across the sky and forming a mist of blood.

"Faster, faster," Ye Yisong muttered as he fused the three green lotuses in his hands. The lotuses gradually turned from their original pale green to a deep crimson red. A terrifying aura radiated from the red lotus, causing one's heart to palpitate.

If the power of the original green lotus was 1000, the power of the red lotus had now skyrocketed to 5000. Coupled with the red light that Ye Yisong continuously infused during the Fusion process, the power of the red lotus continued to rise, and even after breaking through the 10,000 mark, it showed no signs of stopping.

"Not good."

Wei Chengxing's confident expression broke for the second time today, turning grave. He finally realized something was wrong; if he let Ye Yisong continue to charge up, he reckoned he wouldn't be able to withstand this crimson red lotus.

"Get lost!" Wei Chengxing knocked away General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng, who was blocking his path, with a sweep of his spear. Moving at high speed, he raised his spear, aiming to pierce Ye Yisong's glabella.

"I've finally waited for you. Taste the flavor of this young master's enhanced Buddhas Fury Fire Lotus!" Ye Yisong, who had been standing still, finally moved. With a fierce gaze, he looked at Wei Chengxing, who was thrusting his spear toward him, and smashed the condensed, crimson Fire Lotus in his hands into his chest.

"Boom!"

A massive mushroom cloud appeared in the sky above Fire Cloud Stronghold, shocking all the Martial Artists who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, making them too afraid to take another step forward.

"What on earth happened in Fire Cloud Stronghold?"

"How could there be such a shocking commotion?"

"Could it be that a Martial King is fighting over there?"

"Impossible!"

"If it were a battle at the Martial King level, the pressure generated would be something we absolutely could not withstand."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After the dust settled, Wei Chengxing's tattered figure jumped out of the explosion crater. One of his arms was missing, leaving him with only one arm holding his spear. His body was covered in burn marks and bloodstains. He turned his head slightly, staring with bloodshot eyes at Ye Yisong, whose clothes were in tatters not far away.

"He didn't even die from that?" Ye Yisong said, dumbfounded.

"Brat, hahaha, you have completely enraged me. Die!"

Wei Chengxing glanced at his severed arm and laughed furiously. With wide, angry eyes, he roared. Although he only had one arm left, it did not hinder him from wielding his spear with great ferocity. With one strike, he shattered Ye Yisong's defensive Talisman and hoisted him into the air. The next instant, he was about to pierce Ye Yisong's throat.

"Yisong!" General Affairs Elder Ye Jiefeng shouted in a panic.

"Who dares to harm my son!"

Just at this critical moment, a thunderous roar resounded throughout the entire Fire Cloud Stronghold. Ye Jiesheng was seen stepping through the air, flipping his palm, and catching Ye Yisong in the palm of his hand.