As Family Head of the Ye Family, Ye Mian had enjoyed a glorious life for years. Wherever he went, people greeted him with smiles. Since becoming Family Head, he had never even had to lift a hand.
But now, a junior of the Ye Family whom he regarded as a lowborn wretch had slapped him in front of so many people. Fury burned through him.
Ye Kong looked at Ye Mian and said flatly, "You damned cur. I've wanted to slap you for a long time!"
"You—how dare you! My father is the Family Head of the Ye Family, and you dare slap him? Are you trying to betray your elders and ancestors? This is rebellion!"
Ye Chen glared at Ye Kong through gritted teeth. Angry as he was, he did not dare rush forward and attack. He knew how strong Ye Kong had become. Ye Kong's Xuanhuang Sacred Body had reached the Ninth Turn, while his own had only reached the Eighth Turn. Ye Kong had taken the Xuanhuang Banner from him, too.
Ye Kong stared at Ye Chen and sneered. "I do want to betray my elders and ancestors. I do want to rebel. What are you going to do about it?"
"Ye Kong, you've gone too far. Whatever else may be said, Ye Family blood runs through your veins. Aren't you afraid the heavens will punish you for this?"
Ye Xun spoke up, rebuking Ye Chen.
"The heavens?"
Ye Kong looked up at his uncle Ye Xun and sneered. "When you damned curs gouged out my sister's eyes, cut off my arm, locked us both in the Heavenly Prison, and drew our Essence Blood every day, did you ever wonder whether the heavens would punish you?"
The moment he finished speaking, Ye Kong's figure blurred again. He