The Yang Family Disappears Today!

Outside the Yang Family estate, Yang Mingyou paced back and forth without stopping.

He was beside himself with frustration.

Armed bodyguards already lined both sides of the gate.

Since the Spiritual Energy Revival, the Dragon Nation had relaxed its firearms restrictions.

Apart from heavy weapons, ordinary handguns were found in almost every household.

Civilians and powerful families alike could own them.

But handguns posed little threat to Martial Masters.

A Third Rank Martial Master could react to a bullet.

A Sixth Rank Martial Master no longer feared heavier weapons like submachine guns.

To kill a Ninth Rank Martial Master, they would need a tank and at least a company of soldiers coordinating their fire.

Reaching the Martial Venerable Realm, however, brought a qualitative leap.

At that level, Spiritual Power could form a barrier.

Martial artists who specialized in strengthening their bodies could take a shell head-on without injury.

Short of missiles or nuclear bombs, any number of armored columns meant nothing to a Martial Venerable Realm expert.

And in this age, when almost everyone cultivated,

firearms restrictions had naturally grown lax.

But at that moment,

the bodyguards were trembling like leaves.

Everyone in the Imperial Capital knew Li Yao's name, and not just because of his reputation as a hopeless lovesick fool.

More important was his status as a Martial Saint's grandson and a Martial Emperor's son.

And now they had to stand against someone like that.

Wasn't that practically begging to die?

But they had no choice.

Almost every one of them owed Yang Mingyou a favor of some kind.

Four days earlier, when word spread that Li Yao intended to flatten the Yang Family estate,

everyone who could run, and everyone who wanted to, had gradually cleared out.

Those who dared remain were almost all prepared to live or die with the Yang Family.

While they were beside themselves with nerves, Lin Yun and Yang Xiaoran were still flirting in the main hall.

Lin Yun stroked Yang Xiaoran's face, then ruffled her hair, as though Li Yao meant nothing to him.

Yang Xiaoran was no different.

Her tiny mind was filled with Lin Yun, and she trusted him with all her heart.

"Why isn't he here yet?"

The wait was tormenting Yang Mingyou.

If you're coming, then come already. Stop dragging out the suspense.

Just then,

Screech!

A luxury car sped straight toward the Yang Family estate.

Skree!

As it reached the gate,

the car drifted to a stop.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of guns being drawn rang out.

At that moment, the bodyguards' training took over.

Every one of them drew a handgun and aimed it at the car.

It was as if they would shoot anyone who stepped out full of holes!

"Master Yang."

The voice came from the back seat.

Click. The driver's door opened, and Li Wenbin stepped out.

Calm as ever, he walked straight toward the rear door as though he had not noticed the Yang Family's show of force.

The bodyguards kept their guns trained on him.

Not one dared fire.

Click.

The rear door opened.

A long leg clad in suit trousers emerged first.

"Well, well. Is this how the Yang Family welcomes its guests?"

"Pointing guns at a guest isn't very polite, is it?"

Li Yao stepped out and looked up at the scene outside the gate.

A smile tugged at his lips.

What a joke. They were pointing a few lousy handguns at a Ninth Rank Martial Master.

If those guns could even break his skin, he might as well hand in his Ninth Rank credentials.

Still, fear had nothing to do with it. Li Yao simply did not like having guns pointed at him.

Hearing that, Yang Mingyou turned and signaled to the guards.

"Put them away."

The bodyguards promptly holstered their handguns.

Yang Mingyou turned back with a smile on his face.

"My dear nephew..."

"Old man, have you forgotten what I told you last time? Who's your nephew?"

Yang Mingyou took the rebuke without anger.

He hurriedly corrected himself.

"Young Master Li, please come inside."

Li Yao glanced at him but said nothing, walking straight through the gate.

Li Wenbin followed close behind, scanning the bodyguards warily.

Though they had put away their guns, their backs were soaked with sweat.

They watched Li Yao pass, hardly daring to breathe.

The moment Li Yao entered, he spotted Lin Yun and Yang Xiaoran in the main hall.

Lin Yun sat in the seat of honor with Yang Xiaoran on his lap, the two of them wrapped up in each other.

At the sight of Li Yao, Lin Yun's lips curled in a mocking smile. "Well, if it isn't Young Master Li. What, you came to collect all by yourself?"

Yang Xiaoran laughed too. "Lin Yun, don't say that. He's a Martial Saint's grandson, after all. Bringing a bodyguard is already more than enough."

Li Yao ignored them and sat down in a chair across the hall.

Li Wenbin stood behind him, his face expressionless.

"Master Yang, where's the ledger?"

Yang Mingyou froze, then hastily pulled a ledger from inside his coat. "Young Master Li, it's all here. The Spirit Stones, Spirit Artifacts, and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures from the past three years come to a total of..."

"Enough. Don't read it out."

Li Yao cut him off. "I didn't come here today to hear you recite a ledger. I know exactly how much the Yang Family owes me."

Yang Mingyou swallowed and said cautiously, "Well... Young Master Li, as you can see, our family truly can't come up with that many Spirit Stones right now..."

"You can't?"

Li Yao smiled. "I gave you time. Looks like the Yang Family has gotten a little too full of itself. My word means nothing to you now, is that it?"

Lin Yun rose and walked up to Li Yao, looking down at him. "Li Yao, do you think you're such a big deal?"

Li Yao looked up at him. "What, do you have a problem with that?"

"Of course I do." Lin Yun sneered. "You think winning the Martial Arts Tournament means you can do whatever you want in the Imperial Capital? Let me tell you, in my eyes, you're nothing."

"Oh?" Li Yao raised an eyebrow. "Then why didn't you dare enter the Martial Arts Tournament? Afraid I'd beat you?"

Lin Yun's face darkened. "You..."

"Enough. Spare me."

Li Yao stood. "I came to collect today. If the Yang Family can't pay in Spirit Stones, you'll pay with your assets. The house, the land deeds, the businesses—I'll take them all."

Yang Mingyou went pale. "Young Master Li, that..."

"What? You don't want to?"

Li Yao turned to him. "Fine. Then the Yang Family disappears from the Imperial Capital today."

Cold sweat poured down Yang Mingyou's face. He looked to Lin Yun, hoping he would say something.

Lin Yun remained unhurried. "Li Yao, you keep threatening to wipe out the Yang Family. You really are arrogant. Have you forgotten? This is the Yang Family estate, not the Li Family's. You brought only Li Wenbin. Aren't you afraid you won't make it out?"

Li Yao smiled. "I won't make it out? Because of you?"

"Hahahaha! Li Yao, that's what I like about you—that arrogance. It'll feel so good when you beg me for mercy in a moment."

Lin Yun burst out laughing.

Then he clapped his hands.

"Come in!"

In the next instant, two terrifying auras engulfed the entire main hall.