Ye Qingxin Was Pregnant

His blood-red eyes were like those of a starving lone wolf, ready to choose someone to devour, sending chills down people's spines.

If an ordinary person saw those eyes, they would probably be scared stiff and collapse to the ground.

But who was Ye Han? He was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, an old monster who had lived for over fifty thousand years and endured the trials of Slaughter City. What kind of gaze had he not seen?

To him, the murderous gaze of the Spirit Hall Saint Child was no different from a child getting angry after failing to get candy. It held no threat whatsoever.

He stamped his foot. Fifth Soul Skill, Mirror Image Doppelganger.

Whoosh!

In that instant, Ye Han's figures filled every shattered chunk of ice.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The Spirit Hall Saint Child roared, his pig-headed swollen face twisted with savagery.

Blade light poured down like rain, airtight and impenetrable.

One Ye Han after another was torn to pieces by the blade light, yet not a drop of blood appeared.

"You can't run."

Seeing this, the Spirit Hall Saint Child became even more frenzied.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Heavenly Blade of World Destruction."

With an angry roar, a gleaming blade nearly forty meters long swept across the world, destroying everything in its path.

All of Ye Han's clones were swept away by that strike, completely obliterated.

Domains: Absolute Zero, Divine Slaughter's Domain.

As the two domains spread out, Ye Han extended a finger and lightly pressed it against that terrifying blade.

It was not because he was showing off. If he dodged, the girl within the ice sculpture would surely be reduced to a pile of mangled flesh.

Silence!~

The entire area fell deathly quiet. No one had expected such a powerful strike to be neutralized so easily.

Even the Spirit Hall Saint Child's frenzied aura faltered slightly, and his pupils abruptly widened.

"I thought it would be stronger than this. That's it?"

Ye Han muttered softly, then flicked his finger. The gleaming blade light instantly fell apart.

In that utterly silent space, Ye Han's voice struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer. Their hearts trembled, and they clutched their chests, nearly suffering heart attacks.

Damn, that's it?

That horrifying strike was merely "that's it" to him?

Perhaps this was the legendary highest realm of showing off—showing off without even trying!

At that moment, many people practically fell to their knees.

"No, impossible! Die!"

The Spirit Hall Saint Child snapped out of it and roared furiously.

He refused to believe that Ye Han had truly blocked his strongest attack so effortlessly, as calmly as he appeared.

He must be putting on a calm front. He's actually badly injured.

As he kept consoling himself inwardly, the Spirit Hall Saint Child unleashed his potential. He swung the long blade in his hand and cleaved down with all his strength.

The forty-meter blade that had just vanished reappeared, bearing down like Mount Tai as it slashed straight at Ye Han's face.

Clang!~

Once again, a single finger precisely stopped the blade's edge.

The Spirit Hall Saint Child's face flushed red as he exerted every ounce of strength he had, yet the blade in his hand could not advance even an inch.

His expression changed. He swiftly withdrew his blade, refusing to give Ye Han a chance to shatter its light, then immediately slashed again.

Clang, clang, clang!~

In an instant, the Spirit Hall Saint Child unleashed dozens of slashes, their gleaming blade light illuminating more than half the sky.

His momentum soared, and the more he slashed, the more excited he became.

Suddenly, he froze slightly, because that blade light had been caught by a large hand.

The five slender fingers were as lustrous as jade, their nails pink and glowing with healthy radiance.

Yet a streak of crimson marked the index finger.

He was injured.

The Spirit Hall Saint Child hurriedly tried to pull back his blade, but because of the nature of the soul skill, Ye Han gripping the blade light was no different from gripping his Martial Soul itself.

The Spirit Hall Saint Child secretly exerted force, but the long blade in his hand did not move at all.

"How is this possible?"

He screamed inwardly.

Only he knew best how great his own strength was.

Yet the strength he had always taken pride in now seemed utterly ridiculous.

Ye Han tilted his head and glanced at his bleeding finger. His brow furrowed slightly, and the gentle spring-breeze smile on his face suddenly turned somewhat sinister.

He clenched his hand. With a bang, the Spirit Hall Saint Child's soul skill blade light shattered once again.

He moved like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying an unstoppable aura as he instantly charged to the Spirit Hall Saint Child's side.

"Damn it, I gave you face, didn't I?!"

With an angry curse, he slammed a fist into the Spirit Hall Saint Child's eye socket.

"You've been having fun for a while now, haven't you?"

Bang!

Another punch.

"You think you're strong, don't you?"

"You bullied my brother, didn't you?"

"You tried to show off in front of me, didn't you?"

"You strutted around in front of me, didn't you?"

He threw a punch with every sentence.

If Ye Han had been an elegant mage before, his battle full of artistic flair that pleased onlookers while making his enemies grind their teeth in hatred—

Then Ye Han now was a thug overflowing with violent impulses, a street punk. He looked like he was in a brawl, straddling the Spirit Hall Saint Child and raining punches down on his face while cursing nonstop.

The Spirit Hall Saint Child struggled at first, but he had long since been beaten senseless.

The academy teachers sensed the disturbance and rushed over without delay. What they saw was a pig-headed figure in filthy pajamas being brutally beaten beneath a long-haired man.

Although the two fought in an unsightly manner, neither of their auras could be underestimated, especially Ye Han's.

Ordinary teachers were only Soul Kings. How could they dare step forward to break up the fight? Before long, academy higher-ups arrived at the scene.

When they learned from the students that the person being beaten was the Spirit Hall Saint Child, their expressions changed drastically.

"Stop!"

With a loud shout, the Dean directly released eight Soul Rings. His powerful aura pressed down on Ye Han without question.

"Get lost!"

Ye Han turned and slapped at him.

Bang!~

The Dean was sent flying like a ball in an instant.

A Soul Douluo expert could not withstand even one casual slap from him.

Everyone was horrified, staring at Ye Han as if he were a monster.

Thinking of Zhao Ling'er—the delicate and lovely girl who always liked wearing floral dresses—Ye Han struck even harder.

To him, the Spirit Hall Saint Child was less than nothing.

Bang, bang, bang!

The girl's appearance, the girl's voice, the shy yet poised way she had greeted him when they first met, the time she thanked him during their second meeting...

Memories flashed before Ye Han's eyes one after another. All he could do was punch even harder.

"Ye Han, stop."

Just as the Spirit Hall Saint Child was about to be beaten to death, a cool voice suddenly rang out. Linda had arrived. She quickly walked to Ye Han's side and grabbed his raised fist.

Ye Han was speechless. Looking at Linda, he could only withdraw his fist.

This woman had treated him well over the past year. He had to give her that much face.

"You, hurry back and pack your things. Leave Spirit City!"

Linda glanced at the unrecognizable Saint Child on the ground, then turned back and sent Ye Han a mental message.

"Hehe, it was just a spar between people of the same generation. It's not that serious." Ye Han replied with a smile, completely unconcerned.

Originally, Ye Han had indeed intended to help Zhao Jun kill this so-called Saint Child, but at the last moment, he changed his mind.

He was no longer alone. He had a wife and child.

Yes, after a year of diligent cultivation, he had reaped a bountiful harvest.

Ye Qingxin was pregnant, already more than three months along.

In a moment of anger, he had beaten up the Saint Child. It looked serious, but in the end, it was merely a spar between members of the younger generation. It was far from becoming enemies with Spirit Hall, leaving room for reconciliation.

If he killed the Spirit Hall Saint Child, however, it would become an entirely different situation.

PS: Thanks to Life Like This and Kuaishou Mist Is Not a Dream for the tips. There's one more chapter, coming shortly.