"I'll ask you one more time." Ye Wudao's voice turned cold. "Do you admit your guilt?" His gaze sent a chill through Ye Tianxing's heart, but rage immediately clouded his mind again.
In Heavenly Evolution City, no one had ever dared speak to him in that tone.
"Your mother's guilty!" Ye Tianxing clenched his other hand into a fist and swung it at Ye Wudao's face.
Though spoiled and arrogant, his cultivation was not weak. He was already a Spirit Transformation cultivator, and spiritual energy coursed through his punch. His fist cut through the air with a howl, carrying considerable force.
The surrounding crowd cried out in alarm.
Some had already turned their faces away, unable to bear watching Ye Wudao get beaten until his head split and blood flowed.
Yet, in the next second-
Smack! A crisp slap rang out across the street.
Ye Tianxing's fist stopped in midair.
His face twisted to one side.
Five distinct finger marks appeared on his cheek.
Ye Wudao withdrew his hand, his expression as calm as ever.
"That slap was on behalf of your ancestors."
Dead silence fell over the entire scene.
Everyone was stunned.
Someone had hit Ye Tianxing?
Someone had struck a twelfth-generation descendant of the Ye Family right on the streets of Heavenly Evolution City?
Had he gone mad?!
Clutching his cheek, Ye Tianxing stood dazed for several seconds before he finally reacted.
He turned to look at Ye Wudao, his eyes filled with disbelief and towering fury.
"You... you dare hit me?"
"Do you know who I am? I'm Ye Tianxing! Alliance Leader Ye's twelfth-generation descendant! You hit me, so you're dead! Your whole family is dead!"
Ye Wudao looked at him, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold arc.
"Alliance Leader Ye's twelfth-generation descendant?"
"Good.