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At this moment, the group of Stewards truly realized the terror of Ye Tian. They first looked at Ye Tian in fear, and upon seeing his cold smile, they shifted their gaze to Wang Weiyang, clearly seeking help.
"Sigh... a bunch of useless fools," Wang Weiyang said lightly, though his tone was filled with disdain.
The Stewards were momentarily stunned by his words, but then their expressions turned fierce. Although they understood that it would not be difficult for Ye Tian to kill them, they still had not awakened from the misconception that they could harm Ye Tian.
"Come," Ye Tian said with a cold smile, his expression extremely provocative.
The group exchanged glances, their eyes filled with even more ferocity. Most of these Stewards were in their fifties or sixties; those who practiced Martial Cultivation were not ordinary people. The older they were, the longer they had practiced. Yet this group of "pioneers," who had cultivated for several decades longer than Ye Tian, could not even handle a young child.
Adding to this was their master's obvious dissatisfaction, which ignited a blazing fury within the Stewards; they wished they could immediately tear Ye Tian to pieces.
Ye Tian stared at them with a cold smile, while Wang Weiyang wore a similar expression. In a tone as if watching a play, he said, "If you can't kill him this time, then you won't have another chance."
Wang Tianba had not left earlier; he understood his beloved son and knew that this group of Stewards was quite detestable to him. However, facing a great enemy, how could one let chaos ensue?
"You all step back; I will personally take care of him!" This statement sounded very resolute, but his actions betrayed him. He glanced at Wang Weiyang while speaking, clearly asking: Can I defeat him?
Wang Weiyang slowly shook his head and said, "Father, just watch. These useless fools are already dead; there is no need for retreat."
"Yang'er, what do you mean by that? They have worked for our Wang family for many years..." Wang Tianba treated Wang Weiyang's disdain for helping as mere reluctance. His tone was more soothing; however, his concern for the lives of these Stewards did not stem from affection. On the contrary, he felt it would be too much trouble to find trustworthy people again.
"Head of the family, we are willing to sacrifice ourselves for the Wang family!" The Stewards understood Wang Tianba's character well but did not expect him to act so protectively today. For a moment, they felt greatly comforted and thought that Wang Tianba's usual rudeness was due to not being in a critical situation.
"Father, how many times do I have to say it? It's not that I won't save them; it's that they really can't survive," Wang Weiyang's patience seemed to be wearing thin. His father's repeated persuasion made him quite impatient.
"This... this..." Wang Tianba seemed very indulgent towards his beloved son. Even when faced with rebuttal, he did not get angry; instead, he appeared somewhat at a loss.
"Young Master, we know you look down on us, but a mere Brat probably doesn't have the ability to take us down!" The Long-Faced Elder, not only talkative but also ill-tempered, felt displeased as he heard Wang Weiyang repeatedly treat them like dead men.
As he spoke, the other Stewards chimed in. They had long been dissatisfied with this young master, and now that someone had taken the lead, complaints arose one after another.
Wang Tianba understood Wang Weiyang's character best. He knew that even if this group of people were not killed by Ye Tian, they would inevitably fall victim to Wang Weiyang's wrath afterward. Thus, he quickly shouted, "What nonsense are you spouting! Get out of here!"
"Head of the family..." The crowd was stunned, unsure why he suddenly became furious.
Before they could speak again, Wang Weiyang's actions confirmed Wang Tianba's concerns. His expression flashed with anger before returning to calm.
Calmness sometimes represented gentleness, but at other times it signified—execution!
"Am I here to listen to your family disputes?" Ye Tian finally couldn't hold back any longer. At this moment, he felt somewhat helpless for Wang Weiyang because this group of Stewards was truly too decayed and foolish.
"You can make your move now." Hearing Ye Tian's words, Wang Weiyang smiled lightly and then gestured, "Please."
The Stewards were even more confused; they first looked at Wang Tianba and then at Wang Weiyang, their faces showing bewilderment.
Ye Tian stood with his hands behind his back and coldly smiled at them again, "Are you prepared?"
"Killing you requires no preparation!" The Long-Faced Elder was extremely furious. His anger stemmed from Wang Weiyang's disdain, but he could only complain about the latter. Thus, all his pent-up rage naturally turned toward Ye Tian.
Ye Tian shook his head helplessly and said with a smile, "I meant to ask if you are ready to die."
"Arrogant brat! We will skin you alive!"
After saying that, the Long-Faced Man exchanged glances with the others, and they began to gather their Martial Origin Power in preparation for an attack.
"Ye Tian, don't be Narrow-Minded; hurry up and make this group of flies disappear from my sight," Wang Weiyang urged. This ignorant group of Stewards made him feel quite embarrassed.
“Dog Eyes Look Down on People!” The group of Steward felt even more dissatisfied, but it was limited to muttering under their breath. As their discontent grew, they no longer hesitated in their desire to prove themselves and all leaped forward to attack Ye Tian.
This time, their attack was fueled by resentment, so they focused solely on offense, making their power several times more intense than before, aiming to kill with a single strike.
Ye Tian observed the fierce expressions of the group but did not dodge at all. As Wang Weiyang had said, they were already a group of dead men; when they would die was entirely up to Ye Tian.
Whoosh...
The sharp sound of air being sliced through echoed as several powerful strikes cut through the night, like daggers aimed at Ye Tian.
At this moment, Ye Tian finally moved, but only his lips stirred.
His thin lips parted slightly, and he softly uttered a single word: “Break.”
Bang!
A muffled sound erupted suddenly. The expressions on the faces of those who were about to slay Ye Tian were still filled with ecstatic anticipation, but in the next moment, they felt a violent pain coursing through their bodies, followed by sprays of Blood Mist bursting forth from each of them...
Dismembered limbs fell to the ground, and blood quickly stained the blue stone pavement red, mingling with the screams of the still-living Jingfeng Lei Kuan Ti. The scene was gruesome and brutal.
Plop...
A drop of blood splashed into the wine glass that Wang Weiyang had just lifted, and his gaze turned suddenly fierce.
The real battle had only just begun!
Whoosh!
After slaughtering the group of Steward, Ye Tian did not pause for a moment. He forcefully stomped on the ground while simultaneously unleashing the Yuqi Tayan Jue. The Thunder Palm shone with golden light as it shot straight for Wang Tianba.
Ye Tian's seemingly reckless action was actually well thought out. Although targeting Wang Tianba would easily expose him to a joint attack from Wang Weiyang, it was still better than allowing the situation to stabilize, where Wang Weiyang would take the lead and Wang Tianba would be restrained.
Wang Tianba was momentarily stunned; in his subconscious, Ye Tian should have attacked Wang Weiyang first. It was during this moment of distraction that Ye Tian had already closed in.
Wang Weiyang's eyes flashed with a fierce glint as he moved, but instead of coming to aid, he charged towards Cold Bo Stone and Leng Bo Feng.
His intention was clear: to surround Wei and rescue Zhao, forcing Ye Tian to withdraw and save them.
Ye Tian's momentum had already been established; if he were to retract his attack midway, it could backfire on him. Moreover, with Wang Tianba being a Three-Stage Martial Artist, it wouldn't be difficult for him to take advantage of the situation and inflict harm.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and Ye Tian had to make a decision in an extremely short time. Killing Wang Tianba might not succeed, and retreating might not save Cold Bo Stone and Leng Bo Feng's lives either. It was a dilemma—how to choose...
There was no need for a choice because Ye Tian had already anticipated this scenario when he decided to reveal himself. Faced with the Wang family's numerical and strength advantage, Ye Tian never intended to leave alive. Furthermore, he understood Cold Bo Stone and Leng Bo Feng well enough to know what actions they would take.
“Xiao Tian! Run!”
Cold Bo Stone shouted with all his might, blood gushing from his mouth as half of his tongue fell to the ground.
Leng Bo Feng said nothing, but his choice mirrored that of his older brother Cold Bo Stone.
“I won't run; I will avenge you!” Ye Tian felt a pang of sorrow at their words, but that sadness was quickly replaced by a clear sense of hatred. This was not the time for tears; revenge was the only purpose in Ye Tian's heart.
“Crimson Tiger Stance!” At this moment, Wang Weiyang had reached Cold Bo Stone's side. He never expected the two would choose to sacrifice themselves to buy time for Ye Tian. However, it was too late for him to provide assistance; all he could do now was remind Wang Tianba to use Crimson Tiger Stance for defense.
Because Ye Tian valued loyalty so highly, Wang Tianba held a preconceived notion that Ye Tian would certainly come to their aid. He also projected his own thoughts onto others and completely failed to consider that Cold Bo Stone and Leng Bo Feng would choose self-sacrifice. If such a situation were to occur for him, he would want to be saved rather than die.
In that moment of distraction, Ye Tian's palm struck fiercely. However, Wang Tianba was no ordinary opponent; despite his urgency, he remained composed. His right fist gathered power and lunged forward while a crimson tiger's silhouette formed on his arm.
Bang!
A thunderous roar echoed as the Thunder Palm collided with the fierce tiger formed by the Martial Origin Power. Golden light surged, instantly overpowering the crimson glow. Centered around the two, an extremely domineering force erupted, sending debris flying within a ten-zhang radius. However, the force continued to extend outward for over ten zhang until it was obstructed by the edge of the wall, leaving several long cracks in the stone structure before dissipating.
After the strike, Wang Tianba was sent flying, crashing through the door and rolling into the hall behind him like a falling boulder.
Following this was Wang Tianba's cry of pain. It was evident that receiving Ye Tian's full-force blow in such an unexpected manner would have dire consequences.
A broken arm would be the best outcome; if unfortunate, the power of Golden Thunder could travel up his arm and shatter his heart veins, leading to his demise.
With a successful strike, Ye Tian did not hesitate further. Wang Weiyang was not someone to be trifled with and could arrive for rescue at any moment. Therefore, in this brief time, Ye Tian had to take advantage of the situation to eliminate Wang Tianba.
As he stepped through the door, he found Wang Tianba lying on the ground groaning. From his facial expression, which was not particularly contorted, it was clear that his injuries were serious but not critical.
"Ye Tian! You will die!"
The furious voice of Wang Weiyang came from behind. Hearing his son's words, Wang Tianba gritted his teeth and managed to rise, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Tian's heart sank; in an instant, the situation had turned into one where he was surrounded on all sides.
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