Chapter 6: Bullying my Ye family will cost you your life

Zhao Dao waved his hand with a look of utter disdain, signaling his men to escort the guests out. Once the room was cleared, he issued a cold command: "Seize him. If he dares to resist, root him out and execute him on the spot!"

As the words left his lips, ten murderous Zhao family disciples lunged at Ye Fan with aggressive momentum.

Boom!

The moment Ye Fan’s brows arched, his fists erupted. Before the ten men could even react, he struck each of them down with a single blow. In barely five minutes, all twenty-plus Zhao disciples lay dead on the floor.

Zhao Dao, who had been arrogant and overbearing only moments before, turned deathly pale, his expression twisted in shock. He never imagined that Ye Fan—a man he deemed worthless three years ago—could now single-handedly slaughter more than a dozen of his master-level fighters.

Drawing on his years of experience in the underworld, Zhao Dao quickly regained his composure. He glared at Ye Fan with contempt. "You brat, Ye Fan, so what if you defeated them? Can you defeat me, a true Martial Venerable? I have dominated the ancient martial arts scene in Yunzhou for years; who dares to stand against me?"

In the ancient martial arts world of the Dragon Kingdom, the ranks from low to high are: Warrior, Half-Step Grandmaster, Grandmaster, Half-Step Martial Venerable, Martial Venerable, Half-Step Martial Emperor, Martial Emperor, Half-Step Martial God, and Martial God.

For the past century, reaching the Half-Step Martial Emperor rank was a feat achieved by one in ten thousand, and the Martial Emperor rank was even rarer. Generally, those who attained the Martial Venerable rank could rule over an entire region. Zhao Dao was one of the few Martial Venerables in the Yunzhou ancient martial arts circle.

Boom!

Ye Fan’s brows arched, his aura surging with intensity. "A Martial Venerable? So what? In my eyes, you are nothing!"

Ye Fan was right. When he descended from Kunlun Mountain, it was only after defeating his nine masters. His eldest master, the most powerful of them all, was already at the Half-Step Martial God level, and even if all nine masters joined forces, they were no match for him.

As Ye Fan finished speaking, Zhao Dao didn't even see the strike coming before he was slammed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

The man who had been so arrogant moments ago now clutched his bloodied, shattered mouth, his eyes wide with horror. As Ye Fan approached, Zhao Dao trembled, his face ashen with terror. He never dreamed that he, a dignified Martial Venerable, couldn't even withstand a single strike from Ye Fan—he didn't even have the power to parry, let alone fight back.

Trembling uncontrollably, he looked up at the man standing over him and stammered in panic, "Ye Fan... what else do you want?"

Boom!

Before Zhao Dao could react, Ye Fan stomped on his face and demanded in a thunderous voice, "Speak! Why did you send men to hunt down my sister? Was the destruction of the Ye family your doing?"

Seeing Zhao Dao hesitate, Ye Fan didn't wait for an answer; he stomped twice more, snapping both of Zhao Dao’s arms. The agonizing pain sent Zhao Dao into a state of shock.

At that moment, Ye Fan received a call from Wang Jiu, the king of the underworld. "Report, sir. Just received word: Zhao Dao secretly sent his top disciple, Zhu Wu, with men to dig up your family's ancestral graves!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan crushed Zhao Dao’s legs with another stomp, his eyes bloodshot as he glared down at the man beneath his feet.

At this moment, Ye Fan was consumed by fury—a heaven-shattering, world-burning rage. They hunted his sister, forced his benefactor into a marriage, and now they dared to send men to desecrate his ancestral graves!

Wherever Ye Fan’s bloodshot gaze landed, it spelled certain destruction and total annihilation. Zhao Dao, a man who had lived by the blade, took one look into Ye Fan’s eyes and dared not look again. In that gaze, he saw rivers of blood and fields of corpses.

Boom!

Ye Fan stomped on Zhao Dao’s face again. "Speak! Or I will slaughter your entire clan."

Gurgling blood, Zhao Dao nodded frantically. He was terrified; he had finally succumbed. For the first time, he felt the crushing weight of Ye Fan’s presence, making it impossible to breathe. He stammered, "I'll talk! It was an order from a high-ranking official in Shangjing. I don't know his name; the messenger who relayed the orders always wore a mask, and the official himself wore a mask when we met. But based on the token he carried... I am certain he is from the Shangjing military department!"

"Did he order the massacre of my Ye family?" Ye Fan asked, every word dripping with deep-seated hatred.

Seeing Zhao Dao nod repeatedly, Ye Fan continued, "Who else in Yunzhou helped you massacre my family?"

Zhao Dao shook his head violently. "Ye Fan, I truly don't know. During the operation against your family, all of us wore masks and covered our faces, as per the official’s orders!"

Boom!

Ye Fan stomped on Zhao Dao’s bleeding mouth again. "Was the order to dig up my ancestral graves also from Shangjing? Why do they want to dig up my family's graves?"

Zhao Dao convulsed, his face deathly pale, his voice trembling. "He ordered me to dig up the graves to find your family’s ancestral relic, the Yin-Yang Cauldron!"

After gasping out the words, Zhao Dao pleaded bitterly, "Ye Fan, you’ve just returned to Yunzhou. You need money and assets. If you spare me, I will give you anything you want from the Zhao family!"

"I only want your life!"

With those words, Ye Fan crushed Zhao Dao’s neck. Blood sprayed as Zhao Dao died, never having imagined he would meet his end at his own son's wedding.

Boom!

Ye Fan severed Zhao Dao’s head and placed it into a black plastic bag. The murderer of his family, the villain who ordered the desecration of his ancestors—Ye Fan would take this head to his ancestors' graves and offer it as a blood sacrifice.

Moments later, carrying the bloodied head, Ye Fan reached the back exit of the hotel where Su Xue had gone. He looked at her and said, "Su Xue, I have urgent matters to attend to. Go back to the Su family first; I will come to find you once I am finished."

Su Xue nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of concern. "Ye Fan, please be careful. I will wait for you at the Su family residence."

Ye Fan nodded silently. He waited until Su Xue had left before turning and racing toward his family's ancestral graves.

The Ye family had been loyal subjects for generations, their blood shed for the peace of the Dragon Kingdom. They had never once complained, nor had any of them ever retreated. A family that served their country with such devotion—yet not only did they secretly orchestrate the massacre of ninety-nine members of the Ye family, they hunted his sister to the ends of the earth. And now, they would not even spare the graves of his ancestors!

Ye Fan quickened his pace, his eyes burning with blood-red rage. Whoever dared to torment the Ye family like this—he would make them pay with their lives!