Ye Ruixuan's vision was a little blurry, and his ears were ringing constantly.
But he still stared in the direction where Ye Ruilin was going, until the slender figure completely disappeared at the end of Martial Arts Arena.
"Brother Xuan, are you okay?"
Ye Qingxuan rushed up and supported the shaky Ye Ruixuan, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.
"Hold on, I'll take you to the healing department Soul Master!"
Ye Ruixuan shook his head, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice was hoarse.
"No need... I can still walk."
He pushed away Ye Qingxuan's support, dragged his almost useless right leg, and walked out of the field step by step.
Every step he took would leave a blood mark under his feet, but he seemed to feel no pain and his back remained straight.
In the spectator seats, everyone looked at his back in silence, with complex expressions in their eyes.
Those who once despised Second Branch were afraid to look directly at the blood-stained figure.
"This guy... is quite interesting."
Third Elder squinted his eyes and murmured in a low voice.
First Elder sighed, stood up slowly, glanced across the audience, and said in a deep voice.
"Today's clan competition ends here."
The setting sun dyes the blue bricks and black tiles of the Ye Mansion West Courtyard into blood.
When Ye Ruixuan dragged his scarred body open Second Branch's courtyard door, the bronze wind chimes under the eaves were making a faint sound.
"Father..."
He knelt on one knee in front of the door. The wound on his right leg was still oozing blood, dyeing the bluestone dark red.
Under the broken black uniform, the exposed skin was covered with burns, but the back was still straight.
There was a slight sound in the room.
"Come in."
Ye Zhenting spoke, his voice as calm as if he was discussing today's weather.
Ye Ruixuan stood up holding the door frame, and the door frame groaned under his palm.
When he staggered across the threshold, he spotted his father's calm face on the bed.
Thinking of the promise made to his father last time, Ye Ruixuan felt his face burning with pain.
"My child... lost."
This sentence seemed to be squeezed out from the heart, with the smell of blood.
He stared at an old blood stain in the cracks of the floor tiles, which he left during last winter training.
Ye Zhenting suddenly chuckled. Even this slight movement still made him frown, with a look of pain on his face.
"Father, are you okay?"
Ye Ruixuan quickly poured a cup of tea and brought it to Ye Zhenting's mouth.
The warm tea enters the throat and relieves the severe pain in the body.
Ye Zhenting's face looked slightly better now.
"I have already said that you are no match for him, so why bother forcing yourself."
Ye Zhenting sighed heavily.
If it weren't for him, his son wouldn't be what he is today.
Both father and son fell into silence.
"Go back."
"My affairs have nothing to do with you, and the family should not involve you."
"You just need to practice hard now."
Ye Zhenting closed his eyes slightly, with a tired look on his face.
Ye Ruixuan nodded slightly, helped his father cover himself with the quilt again, then dragged his tired body slowly towards the door.
The room was instantly quiet, so quiet that you could clearly hear the chirping of insects and birds outside.
Just when Ye Zhenting was thinking about what to do next, he immediately noticed something was wrong.
The room seemed to fall into silence, so quiet that even breathing could be heard clearly.
Ye Zhenting opened his eyes suddenly, a sharp flash of light flashed in his eyes.
He slowly stood up and looked at the figure who appeared by the window at an unknown time.
"The dignified Star Luo Empire, Nether Douluo, actually imitated that gentleman from Liang Shang and secretly spied on other people's mansions?"
Ye Zhenting's voice was hoarse with sarcasm.
The black shadow by the window gradually solidified, turning into a middle-aged man wearing a dark green robe.
His face was sinister, and there was a strange purple line between his eyebrows. At this moment, he was looking down at Ye Zhenting on the bed.
"Ye Second Master has a good eye."
Nether Douluo sneered.
"It's a pity that no matter how good you are, it can't change the fact that you are a waste."
He walked closer slowly, the soles of his boots making a dull sound on the bluestone.
With every step he took, the temperature in the room dropped a little, and fine frost even began to condense on the walls.
"Star Luo Empire has supported you for so many years, but in the end you can't even take down a little Ye Family."
Nether Douluo stopped three feet in front of the bed, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"What a useless piece of trash!"
Ye Zhenting suddenly laughed. The laughter caused internal injuries, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped it off casually and raised his eyes to look directly at the other person.
"You Star Luo Empire have been planning Ye Family for more than ten years, but haven't you lost everything?"
Murderous intent suddenly appeared in Nether Douluo's eyes, Soul Power stirred around his body, and nine Soul Ring lit up one after another under his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, the pressure of Titled Douluo made the whole room start to tremble.
"Seeking death!"
He suddenly raised his hand, and a green light sprang out like a poisonous snake, instantly Entanglement covered Ye Zhenting's limbs.
The sound of broken bones was particularly clear in the silent room.
Ye Zhenting groaned, his forehead instantly covered with cold sweat, but he gritted his teeth and did not scream.
"You Ye Family took so many pieces of the Star Luo Empire Soul Bone..."
Nether Douluo smiled coldly, turned his five fingers into claws, and stabbed Ye Zhenting's shoulder.
"It shouldn't be too much to give back four yuan, right?"
Blood spurted out, and a piece of Left Arm Soul Bone glowing with blue light was torn out.
Ye Zhenting's whole body was convulsing, and his vision went black for a while, but he still stared at the other person's face.
"Nice eyes."
"I like it very much."
Looking at Ye Zhenting's eyes, Nether Douluo sneered.
The movements continued, peeling off all Soul Bone from the right arm, left leg, and right leg.
Every time he took out a piece, Ye Zhenting's face turned gray. By the end, he was out of breath, and the mattress beneath him was soaked in blood.
When the last piece of Soul Bone was taken out, Nether Douluo weighed the four bloody pieces of Soul Bone in his hand with satisfaction, leaned over and whispered in Ye Zhenting's ear.
"Star Luo Empire can give you these Soul Bone, allowing you to be promoted to Titled Douluo."
"Of course I can get it back from you."
"Killing you would be a great advantage to you."
After he finished speaking, he straightened up, looked at Ye Zhenting's dilated pupils, and suddenly raised his foot and kicked towards the bed.
There was a loud bang, and the whole bed collapsed. Ye Zhenting fell to the ground like a rag, and blood seeped out from the seven orifices.
Nether Douluo turned around and walked towards the window, his figure gradually disappeared, leaving only a string of cold laughter echoing in the room.
The huge sound immediately alerted Ye Ruixuan in the next room.
The sound of rapid footsteps was heard, and the voice of Ye Ruixuan soon appeared in the room.
When he saw his father's miserable state in the room, Ye Ruixuan's pupils contracted violently.
"Father!"
The voice rose unconsciously, and the whole person rushed over in an instant.
Looking at his father who had lost all his limbs, Ye Ruixuan began to tremble all over.
"Who is it!"
"Who did it?"