Let's spar?

Ye Xing flew out dozens of meters. When he landed, the cracking sound of broken bones became even more piercing.

Then, with a "wah," he vomited blood again.

He was incredibly pathetic.

Blood stained his clothes.

Ye Qiu strode forward, his gaze fixed on the nearly half-dead youth, his eyes cold.

Back then, his parents had died early, and his grandfather was useless. His mother, Wen Xi, took pity on him and raised him.

Ye Qiu and he had been together since they were three years old, and his mother had always taken care of all his needs.

Studying, learning to read, practicing cultivation, resources... Whatever Ye Qiu had, he had too!

He was nominally a companion reader, but in reality, his treatment was no different from Ye Qiu's.

"Others can criticize, because they have no connection to my mother. You, you dare to criticize?"

Ye Qiu walked up to him and placed a foot on his chest, causing him to spit out more blood.

"Ahhh... I, Young Master Ye Qiu, I was wrong, I..." Ye Xing wailed, feeling death approaching.

"Ye Qiu!" A roar sounded from behind, ancient and majestic, followed by a surging, boundless aura.

Ye Qiu glanced sideways. Just as he was about to speak, Ye Xing suddenly shouted, "Grandfather, save me... Kill this bastard, kill him..."

Ye Qiu paused, then his gaze returned to Ye Xing.

Ye Xing's face contorted, his mouth full of blood. Just as he was about to speak, Ye Qiu's foot suddenly pressed down with force.

One hundred thousand jin of strength... No, his current strength was not much less than one hundred and ten thousand jin.

Pfft--

With such terrifying force pressing down, Ye Xing's chest exploded, flesh and blood scattering in all directions.

His eyeballs bulged, filled with endless terror, but they would forever remain fixed in that state.

"Ah!" Screams erupted from the surroundings. Such a bloody scene stimulated many people's nerves.

"Ye Qiu, you, you bastard..." The old man froze, then his eyes turned bloodshot and ferocious.

He was Ye Xing's useless grandfather, Ye Tianshui, an insignificant collateral branch of the Ye Clan.

Boom--

However, before his voice had even fully fallen, with a sonic boom, Ye Qiu appeared before him.

A powerful aura erupted, directly silencing the old man, fear dawning in his eyes.

He couldn't withstand this aura!

"After so many years, you're still as useless as ever," Ye Qiu said, looking at Ye Tianshui and raising his fist.

The other man also saw his fist raised, but no matter what, he couldn't move.

He seemed to be suppressed.

"Ye Qiu, stop!" A commanding voice sounded again, and several people landed in the area simultaneously.

Among them was a middle-aged man with a square face, wearing a black robe, his gaze as sharp as a sword.

Ye Jiangshan!

The Ye Master!

Ye Qiu glanced at him, then, in the next moment, he curled his lips and violently smashed down with his fist.

Pfft--

Ye Tianshui's head exploded with a boom in front of everyone, and under Ye Jiangshan's furious gaze.

Like a rotten watermelon, like a bloody fireworks display, blood and shattered flesh scattered wildly.

"You..."

Ye Jiangshan was stunned.

He stared at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu turned around, his expression calm as he looked at Ye Jiangshan, a half-smile on his lips... no fear, no respect, only amusement!

This look was foreign to Ye Jiangshan. He seemed to be stuck in the past, ten years ago... He still thought Ye Qiu was that cowardly child who should be crying for his daddy...

He still thought he could boss Ye Qiu around, order him, scold him, and control his life as a father?

"Qiu'er, you're back." Amidst the cold and stiff atmosphere, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.

A woman walked over, wearing a purple skirt, an expensive jeweled hairpin on her head, and exquisite makeup.

Although she was over forty, she looked no older than thirty.

Liu Xiu!

She had a gentle smile on her face and walked up to Ye Qiu. "You've come to South Capital, why didn't you come home immediately? Your father, he's very worried about you."

Look at her, pretending so convincingly that someone who didn't know better would truly believe she was a virtuous wife and loving mother, peerless in virtue.

Ye Qiu's lips twitched slightly. He looked at the beautiful woman and said faintly, "How did you get so old?"

Liu Xiu's smile froze on her face. A fierce killing intent flashed in her narrow eyes.

But it was well hidden.

Ye Qiu looked at her and added, "You're not as ugly as you were back then."

The killing intent Liu Xiu had hidden surged again, her every breath laced with gunpowder.

Is this facade crumbling already?

Aren't you supposed to be quite deep and calculating?

Ye Qiu snorted and walked past her. After a few steps, he turned back and said, "I wasn't lying to you."

Liu Xiu: "..."

Ye Qiu ignored her and walked up to Ye Jiangshan, staring into his angry, gloomy eyes. "I know you were in such a hurry to call me back because something bad must have happened, but don't tell me yet."

He reached out and handed something to Ye Jiangshan. "First, give me my mother's dowry of 300,000. My mother promised me it was for getting married."

"You truly are becoming more and more disrespectful!" Ye Jiangshan's voice was heavy.

Ye Qiu said lightly, "Whatever you say."

Ye Jiangshan: "..."

Ye Qiu suddenly shook his head again. "No, I can't compare to you, the head of the Ye family!"

"You're the厉害 one."

"Keeping the red flag flying at home while fluttering colorful flags outside, and even raising an illegitimate son named Ye Rudí."

"My mother has only been gone for a month, and you're already impatiently bringing your mistress and illegitimate son into the house, sending your own son away and neglecting him for ten years... You're so considerate!"