Blood for Blood, No Pardon in Eternal Night

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The sounds of people dropping to their knees rose and fell like a dense drumbeat, echoing through the courtyard of the Ye Clan Estate.

Those members of the Ye Clan who had been putting on a brave front moments ago had now lost every trace of their Arrogant Aura, each one collapsing to the ground.

"Junlin! Please, spare us! Ye Zhenting deceived us back then! We regretted it afterward too!"

"We swear! We'll never dare again! We're willing to serve you like oxen and horses! Just spare our lives!"

More than a dozen high-ranking elders of the Ye Clan kept kowtowing to Ye Junlin and begging for mercy, their foreheads smashed bloody as their voices filled with desperate wails.

The younger generation of the Ye Clan, too, panicked.

"That's right! Brother Junlin, we never took part in the murder of your parents back then."

"We didn't know the clan had hired the Blood Kill Pavilion to assassinate you either!"

"For the sake of our shared bloodline, please spare our lives!"

Begging, crying, and remorseful pleas intertwined, forming an unbearably grating dirge.

Ye Hao lay sprawled on the ground. Seeing the misery around him, he was so terrified that his soul nearly scattered. He scrambled toward Ye Junlin.

He cried incoherently, "Ye Junlin! No! Young Master Ye! I was wrong! I truly was! I shouldn't have called you trash!"

"I shouldn't have opposed you either! Please spare me! I'll never dare again!"

"I don't think you know you were wrong. I think you know you're about to die, so now you're begging."

"But let me tell you, it's too late. I already gave you a chance."

Ye Junlin coldly looked at the Ye Clan members whom he had once regarded as family.

Ye Zhenting looked at the crowd kneeling and begging, then at his son sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. His face was as black as ink.

A flicker of despair crossed his eyes before being replaced by frenzied hatred.

He suddenly raised his head, stared fiercely at Ye Junlin, and roared, "Ye Junlin! Don't go too far! Even madness has its limits! Are you really going to wipe out the entire Ye Clan?!"

"Wipe out the entire clan?"

Ye Junlin slowly lowered his head and looked down at the people begging beneath his feet, his gaze icy and devoid of warmth.

A mocking curve tugged at his lips. "When you conspired to murder my parents, did you ever think of showing mercy?"

"When you hired the Blood Kill Pavilion a few days ago to destroy my dantian and put me to death, did you ever think of our shared bloodline?"

His voice was not loud, yet it was like the sharpest blade, viciously piercing the heart of every Ye Clan member.

"You were capable of cutting the grass and pulling up the roots. Why can't I, Ye Junlin, do the same?"

The moment those words fell, every plea for mercy stopped abruptly.

The color instantly drained from everyone's faces, and the despair in their eyes was completely replaced by fear.

They knew Ye Junlin was determined to Blood Wash the Ye Clan today. No amount of begging would help!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Ye Zhenting said "good" three times in a row. A ruthless resolve flashed through his eyes as he abruptly rose to his feet, ignoring the agonizing pain in his palm.

He shouted at the Ye Clan disciples behind him, "Ye Clan members! This brat Ye Junlin is determined to destroy our entire clan!"

"Rather than kneeling and begging, we might as well fight him! Even if we die, we'll drag this bastard down with us!"

"That's right! Fight him!"

"Kill this beast!"

Driven into a corner, the Ye Clan members erupted into hysterical roars.

Their eyes reddened as Spiritual Energy surged wildly around them, and they charged toward Ye Junlin.

The Ye Clan's five Grandmasters and several Master-level experts led the charge. They knew this was the Ye Clan's final hope!

As long as they killed Ye Junlin, the Ye Clan would still have a chance to survive!

"Take a look at your own cultivation. You still dare claim you'll kill me?"

Ye Junlin stood where he was, not even lifting an eyelid as he spoke lightly.

"Kill them. Show no mercy."

Jing Ke and Yao Li struck almost simultaneously. Two Shadow Figures darted into the crowd like Ghostly Apparitions.

The formidable pressure of the Middle Void Comprehension Stage erupted without restraint, crushing down like mountains and instantly rendering the charging Ye Clan members unable to move.

The Cold Light of Jing Ke's dagger flashed as he pushed Instant Kill Sword to its limit. Sword Light flickered like a passing Jinghong, impossibly fast, too fast for anyone to react.

"Splat!"

A streak of Sword Light flashed. Third Elder Ye Zhenbei, who had charged at the front, did not even have time to let out a scream before his head soared into the air, Fresh Blood spraying skyward like a fountain.

An instant kill!

A Grandmaster was killed in a single move!

This scene instantly froze every Ye Clan disciple who had rushed forward, the madness on their faces replaced by utter terror.

Yao Li's attacks were even more vicious and unpredictable. His figure flickered erratically, like a Shadow melting into the darkness.

His dagger targeted vital points alone. Every strike of Heart Piercing Sword was fatal; with every thrust, someone fell dead.

"Ah—!"

"Help! Help!"

"Ye Junlin, I won't let you go even as a ghost!"

The Ye Clan members' Piercing Screams rose one after another, yet they could not stop Jing Ke and Yao Li in the slightest.

The Two People were like tigers among sheep, cutting through the Ye Clan disciples. Wherever they passed, corpses littered the ground and blood flowed like a river.