"The last one!" Chen Zheng's voice was like the north wind in the depths of winter, cold and far-reaching. His movements were elegant and succinct. With his palm slightly raised, he began a silent dance of snow.

In his palm, Ice Pearls gathered like stars, each as large as a thumb and crystal clear.

SWOOSH—

With a gentle wave from Chen Zheng, the Ice Pearls flew like a flock of eagles, piercing the air with a sharp whistle. It was a symphony of ice, beautiful yet cruel.

"Ah!" Zhao Wuxuan roared like an enraged lion, fiercely striking the air with both palms. However, his attacks were as fragile as paper in front of Chen Zheng's Ice Pearls.

The next moment, the Ice Pearls descended upon him in a carnival of ice and snow. Zhao Wuxuan squeezed his eyes shut, gathering all his strength before him to form what he hoped was an impregnable wall of qi. Yet, the icy killing blow still penetrated this wall, crashing into his chest.

"AH—!"

As if struck by a giant hammer, blood gushed from Zhao Wuxuan's mouth. His body could not withstand the sudden impact, and he collapsed to his knees on the cold ground.

The entire battle had lasted no more than three minutes.

Ye Cangtian lay heavily wounded like a withered maple leaf. Lin Guozheng, resembling a great dragon struggling to right itself, pushed himself up from the shattered ground with blood staining the corner of his mouth. Zhao Wuxuan remained on one knee, blood dripping from his lips like the unstoppable, fading light of a sunset.

Lin Xiaolong and Zhao Qin rushed to support Ye Cangtian, their eyes filled with fear and concern. In contrast, the onlookers in the hall stared at Chen Zheng with eyes burning with adoration, like meteors in the night sky.

Chen Zheng's voice was as cold as the northern wind, laced with contemptuous mockery. "This is all the Ye Family has?"

Ye Cangtian looked utterly defeated, speechless. His thoughts fluttered like leaves in a wild wind, suddenly returning to that night at the hotel.

"Please rest assured, Young Master. With all three Grandmasters present, what clever strategy could we possibly need? We can simply crush them!"

"It's just the Li Family and some successor of the Eight Extremes. Having three Grandmasters in attendance already shows him more than enough respect."

A bitter smile touched his lips. Our actions were nothing but a farce!

"Chen Zheng! I admit I have lost to you," Ye Cangtian said, suppressing his thoughts and warning in a low voice. "But don't get too arrogant. The wrath of the Foshan Ye Family is not something you can bear."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he turned to leave.

"Wait a minute," Chen Zheng called out. "You think you can just escape?"

Ye Cangtian froze, stunned by his words. Does he actually want to flee after making such a threat? I struck with all my might to prevent a counterattack from the Ye Family, and now nearly all their remaining elites are here. How could he possibly have the audacity to think he can just run away?

Ye Cangtian's turning motion halted completely. He stared at Chen Zheng in disbelief. "What… what do you mean? What are you planning to do?"

"Chen Zheng, you dare threaten the Young Master of the Ye Family?" Lin Guozheng and Zhao Wuxuan, having recovered slightly, rebuked loudly.

Why had they been so arrogant upon arriving at the Li Family's estate? It wasn't just confidence in their own strength; it was the powerful backing of the Foshan Ye Family. They were a true behemoth, the Mount Tai of the martial arts world, a power no one dared to ignore.

However, they were mistaken. Chen Zheng was an exception.

"I'd hit you all the same even if you were the head of the Ye Family," Chen Zheng said mockingly.

How absurd! Still posturing at a time like this?

Ye Cangtian and the others stared, their eyes filled with shock and confusion. They could feel Chen Zheng's unyielding determination. This was no joke; it was an undeniable threat. A cold tide of fear swept through their hearts, gradually seeping into their very bones.

"We must protect the Young Master!" Zhao Wuxuan's voice shattered the silence like a tempest. His arms, like iron, gripped Ye Cangtian tightly as power erupted from his body. The next moment, Ye Cangtian was flung away like a stone.

Lin Guozheng immediately followed suit, his palms striking the air and sending two powerful bursts of energy that hit Lin Xiaolong and Zhao Qin, launching them like arrows after Ye Cangtian.

Having done this, Lin Guozheng and Zhao Wuxuan turned their resolute gaze back to Chen Zheng and charged.

"You think he can escape?" Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow as the moisture in the air condensed into an ice blade in his hand. With a flick of his finger, the blade shot toward Ye Cangtian like a bolt of lightning. Cold white streaks, like the marks of the Grim Reaper, scarred the air.

The moment Ye Cangtian landed, he began to run without the slightest hesitation, his heart pounding with a premonition of danger.

"Young Master, run!" Zhao Qin's voice rang out as he threw himself in front of Ye Cangtian, becoming a human shield.

The ice blade, like Death's scythe, mercilessly pierced through him. Zhao Qin's eyes bulged, his face a mask of horror. Yet, the blade's power did not diminish. It grew even more ferocious, continuing its flight like a raging storm.

Lin Xiaolong roared in anger, his hidden power erupting as he slammed both fists into the ice blade. But it pierced through his arms without hindrance and flew onward. Lin Xiaolong was impaled. He looked down at the wound, his eyes filling with terror when he saw no blood flowing out. A moment later, his life force began to dissipate.

Suddenly, a scream tore from Ye Cangtian. The intervention of Zhao Qin and Lin Xiaolong had slowed the ice blade just enough. As a Grandmaster, Ye Cangtian's reaction was swift, allowing him to avoid most of the attack. But in the chaos, one cold blade pierced his defenses.

However, his cultivation had reached the Grandmaster Realm, and his Inner Strength was as deep as the ocean. He mobilized the power within his Dantian, forming a great shield that intercepted the ice blade. Though he was wounded and bleeding profusely, his life was not in danger.

Just as Chen Zheng prepared to pursue, Lin Guozheng and Zhao Wuxuan appeared before him like specters, blocking his path. The air around Lin Guozheng seemed to solidify as he tapped his fingers, shooting out sharp bursts of qi like arrows. Not to be outdone, Zhao Wuxuan slammed his palms forward, his hand striking like a hammer and creating a palm print that crashed down like a mountain.

Chen Zheng cursed inwardly and activated his "Golden Bell Shield." A golden halo materialized in front of him.

CLANG!

A thunderous sound echoed through the Li Family estate, and Chen Zheng's advance was momentarily halted. Although their attacks had failed to cause any substantial harm, their interception prevented him from moving forward. They immediately engaged in close-quarters combat, each punch a furious torrent filled with destructive power.

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