Chapter 318: Someone You Shouldn’t Mess With Translator: Tim Editor: Fish Creek

“Oh, your He Liu Sect people are this cocky? But you really took the words right out of my mouth: even if the Heavenly Emperor comes, I, Ye Mo, will still annihilate the He Liu Sect.” An even colder voice sounded.

“Brother…” Ye Ling reacted first, rushing into Ye Mo’s arms.

“Who hit you?” Ye Mo saw Ye Ling’s red and swollen face and surged with fury. He put his hand on her face, and using chi, removed the internal bleeding. Soon, her face was smooth again.

The four looked at Ye Mo, surprise crossing their eyes. They didn’t know when he’d arrived but reacted quickly, splitting into four to corner him. They thought he should be in Chun An. How had he appeared in Beijing? But since he was here, he wouldn’t be leaving.

“I hit her, and I also smacked out her two teeth, so what? Oh, I forgot to tell you, I also broke Ye Zifeng’s leg. And you saw the ten coffins outside? They were all killed by me. Originally, I wanted to go to Chun An to kill you, but you came here yourself. Haha, perfect.” The short man sneered.

Ye Mo’s eyes were ice cold. Though he knew Ye Ling wasn’t his biological sister, she was his sister in his heart, no different from Tang Beiwei. Someone daring to insult her ignited his fury.

“It is perfect.” Ye Mo moved before the short man, grabbing his chest. He raised his hand, delivering countless slaps. The short man couldn’t struggle, only staring as Ye Mo continued.

The beating echoed across the hall. When the others reacted, Ye Mo was back beside Ye Ling. The short man lay discarded on the ground, shriveled like a shrimp. The others saw his meridians were destroyed.

His face was devoid of flesh, much less teeth; only bone remained. Yet, Ye Mo’s hands were clean, as if he’d done nothing.

“You’re asking to die…” Another man lunged at Ye Mo with his long sword, fast as lightning.

Clank! The sword was sliced apart, falling to the ground.

Ye Mo’s hand flashed, and the man was decapitated. Blood spurted, but the body landed several meters away. No one saw how Ye Mo broke the sword or decapitated the man; only a purple light. A clank, and the man was headless.

Seeing the bodies, the remaining two men paled. Was Ye Mo this petrifying? Had he surpassed the Great Heaven state? Even a Great Heaven wouldn't kill so cleanly and swiftly. This was instant death.

Dumbfounded, the two men stood still.

Ye Mo sneered, “Mere four Earth level fighters dare to start trouble here. You He Liu Sect think too highly of yourselves.”

Ye Beirong stared, disbelieving Ye Mo was from the Ye family. Mere four Earth level fighters? God, one could easily decimate the five great families, yet he called them mere four. Who was this grandson of his?

Ye Beirong shivered, looking at the vomiting Ye family members, and ordered, “All members of the Ye family leave. There’s no business for you here. Beiguang, take care of the burial of the dead. Ye Long, you stay.”

Then, Ye Beirong looked at the pale He Liu Sect warriors, excitement surging through him. He felt like he’d returned to a warring era. Earth level martial artists, standing shakily in the Ye family hall. Ye Beirong wanted to laugh, to release his pent-up satisfaction. But remembering the deceased’s humiliation yesterday, despondency returned.

“What do you want?” the older man said shakily.

Terror-stricken, the two remained motionless. They knew Ye Mo’s terror. He could easily kill the entire He Liu Sect. Funny, they’d been laughing about bodies in the Ye family, about the Ye family begging just moments ago.

There was begging, but it wasn't from Ye Mo. It was from them.

The He Liu Sect was over. They’d messed with someone they shouldn't have. They were finished. They’d never encountered such a master. It was their bad luck.

Before, if someone said Ye Mo killed Earth levels like scarecrows, they’d have thought him crazy. Now, the reality was undeniable. There were such masters in the world.

The era of hidden sects at the world’s top had passed; a monster like Ye Mo had appeared. Unless a hidden sect had a Great Heaven level master, no one could match Ye Mo. Killing a sect was too easy for him. If he said he’d exterminate the He Liu Sect, he wasn’t bluffing.

Ye Mo sneered, “What do I want? You came to Beijing to kill my brother and sister, and you ask me what I want? You said the Ye family would disappear from Beijing. Why ask me now?”

“How can you let us go? Anything you want, we’ll do.” The older man begged.

Ye Mo extended his hand, and two fireballs flew out, reducing the bodies to dust.

“Inner qi condensing into fire?” The older man’s face paled further. He’d underestimated Ye Mo, far from understanding his true power. Inner qi condensing into fire—even Great Heavens couldn’t do that, yet this young man had. Their He Liu Sect deserved annihilation. He wasn’t thinking of the sect, only his own safety.

“Ye qian bei, spare Si Hong’s life, and I’ll tell you where the He Liu Sect is.”

Seeing the fireballs, the older man, overcome with fright, knelt. Facing death, he wasn't willing to die. He still had unfulfilled wishes. How could he die like this?

Hidden sect cultivators were proud, but they feared death. Except for old age, nothing could take their lives. But Ye Mo could kill them with a flick of his hand. Given another chance, he'd rather hide than see Ye Mo again. He understood how easily Earth level masters could die.

“Let you go? You killed so many people, and you want me to let you go?” Ye Mo sneered.

“I didn’t kill any Ye family members, qian bei. Really!”

Hong Si realized he hadn’t killed a single Ye family member. Perhaps he could survive. His will to live strengthened.

“I killed them. Give me your life.” The silent man leaped, his sword a beam aimed at Ye Mo’s head.

If Ye Mo were still at stage 3 chi gathering, he could barely dodge and kill the opponent with his flying sword. But he knew this wasn’t the end of the attack. Even if he dodged, more would follow. He might be at a disadvantage.

But Ye Mo wouldn’t give him a chance. His flying sword was far faster. Before the beam reached him, Ye Mo’s sword cut the man’s wrist. Simultaneously, he kicked the man’s dantian. It all happened in a breath. One breath, and it was over.

The man flew backward, spitting blood. His soulless eyes glared at Ye Mo, yelling, “Gong Qiunian, you animal…”

Before finishing, he died.

Hong Si, still kneeling, sadly watched the man whose dantian had been shattered. More fear gripped him. This was the second time, yet he still hadn’t seen what Ye Mo used to cut his companion’s wrist. Only a pale purple ray. But the kick—that kick shattered his companion’s dantian—was unforgettable.

Ye Mo plainly regarded the kneeling Hong Si, silent.

Hong Si couldn’t bear the silence of death, saying shakily, “Elder Gong Zizai wanted the blood coral to ascend, but he died in qian bei’s hands. Gong Qiunian is Gong Zizai’s brother, seeking revenge…”