Calling the Ye Clan to Account, Fury of Thunder

Ye Junlin slowly walked to the palace window and gazed at the misty Spiritual Energy within the Dimensional Space, a trace of ruthlessness flashing through his eyes once more.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms. Blood dripped through his fingers, yet he was completely unaware of it.

Ye Junlin's voice was low and hoarse, carrying bone-chilling coldness as it echoed through the empty palace:

"Tonight, you two will come with me to the Ye Clan. I'll show them what true despair is!"

"As you command!" Jing Ke and Yao Li said with cupped fists.

The night was as black as ink, and killing intent surged like a tide.

The entrance to the Dimensional Space silently opened a hundred zhang outside the Ye Clan Estate.

Ye Junlin stood in the air in a dark robe, his sleeves fluttering without wind, fierce Killing Aura swirling around him.

Killing intent churned within those deep eyes, cold without the slightest trace of warmth.

Jing Ke and Yao Li followed closely behind him, one to the left and one to the right, like two Ghostly Apparitions.

Both wore fitted combat clothes, their auras restrained, yet they faintly exuded the formidable pressure of the Middle Void Comprehension Stage.

Like two peerless blades about to leave their sheaths, they awaited only their master's command before drinking blood and claiming lives.

"Move."

Ye Junlin spoke a single word, his voice quiet yet carrying unquestionable resolve.

The next moment, the three of them tore through the night like lightning, shooting toward the Ye Clan Estate.

"Bang—!"

With a deafening boom, the Vermilion Gate of the Ye Clan, along with the stone lions on either side, was instantly blasted into dust by a terrifying force. Broken stones flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air.

The guards at the entrance had been dozing off when the sudden explosion jolted them awake. Looking up, they saw Ye Junlin's familiar figure.

Their pupils instantly contracted, all color draining from their faces. Their legs went weak as they staggered back in terror, cold sweat soaking their clothes in an instant.

"Ye... Ye Junlin?!"

"You... weren't you dead?"

"A ghost! He's a ghost!"

The guards' cries rose one after another, their voices filled with terror and disbelief.

A day earlier, the Patriarch had said that Ye Junlin had provoked someone he should not have provoked, and that person had stated they wanted only Ye Junlin's life.

Therefore, all guards had been ordered not to go to Ye Junlin's courtyard if they heard fighting. Otherwise, if they angered that person, the entire Ye Clan would be buried with him!

Ye Junlin's gaze coldly swept across the guards. There was not the slightest ripple in his eyes as he merely gave Jing Ke beside him a small nod.

Jing Ke understood at once. His figure flickered as he darted into the guards like a Ghostly Apparition.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Cold Light flashed, blades sliced through the air, and the screams had yet to ring out before they abruptly stopped.

In no more than an instant, dozens of guards had all fallen, each with a thin bloody line across their throats.

Their eyes were wide with unwillingness and fear as blood gushed out, staining the Blue Stone Slabs before the gate red.

Jing Ke sheathed his blade and stood still, his killing intent fading away as though nothing had happened. He then returned to Ye Junlin's side.

Ye Junlin stepped into the Ye Clan Estate, his footsteps making faint sounds as they landed in the pool of blood.

He raised his head, his gaze as sharp as a blade as it pierced through courtyard after courtyard, and shouted sternly:

"Ye Zhenting! Get out here and die!"

This furious roar carried the Spiritual Energy of the Xiantian Peak Stage. It exploded like thunder above the Ye Clan Estate, making the roof tiles tremble and echoing through every corner.

"Who dares cause trouble in my Ye Clan?!"

An angry shout came from the direction of the main courtyard, followed immediately by a flurry of chaotic footsteps.

Ye Zhenting rushed over in a rage with Ye Hao and several Elders,

followed by several hundred Ye Clan disciples, all armed and on guard.

When Ye Zhenting clearly saw who it was, his pupils abruptly shrank, and the anger on his face instantly froze.

It was replaced by deep shock and disbelief. "Ye Junlin?! You... you're actually alive?!"

Ye Hao also saw Ye Junlin. He froze for a moment before a savage, mocking expression appeared on his face.

He shrieked, "Ye Junlin! You piece of trash! Your dantian has already been destroyed, yet you still dare come back to die?!"

Ye Zhenting quickly came to his senses, a trace of viciousness flashing in his eyes as he shouted, "Ye Junlin! You've got some nerve!"

"You dared bring outsiders into the Ye Clan Estate and even killed our guards. Are you trying to rebel?"

"Don't forget, Ye Clan blood runs through your veins too!"

"Ye Clan blood?"

As though he had heard the greatest joke in the world, Ye Junlin suddenly threw back his head and laughed.

His laughter was shrill and mocking as it echoed through the silent night, sending chills through the hearts of the Ye Clan members.

"Ha ha ha! Ye Clan member?!" Ye Junlin abruptly stopped laughing, his icy gaze sweeping over Ye Zhenting and the rest of the Ye Clan.

His voice was filled with bone-deep hatred. "I was born into the Ye Clan, yet my parents were murdered by you jackals wearing human skin!"

"You wouldn't even spare me. To eliminate me completely, you hired the Blood Kill Pavilion to destroy my dantian and kill me!"

He advanced toward Ye Zhenting step by step, each footfall seeming to land upon everyone's hearts.

A terrifying pressure spread out. "And now you tell me I'm a Ye Clan member?! What a ridiculous joke!"

"Answer me!" Ye Junlin's voice suddenly rose, exploding like thunder. "How exactly did my parents die?!"