Ye Bantian Returns to His Peak

"You beast! You actually dared to do such a thing? The Ye family has no descendant like you!"

Ancestor Xuanling roared furiously.

He had never expected Ye Changtian to set his sights on Yun Qingyao.

"So what?"

Ye Changtian sneered. "Today, anyone who dares defy me will die. Those who follow me shall prosper; those who oppose me shall perish!"

"Then let me see how much you have improved!"

Ancestor Xuanling snorted coldly and suddenly charged out. The longsword behind him flew forth, golden light flashing wildly as it slashed fiercely toward Ye Changtian.

A dense golden sword radiance poured forth like a golden river hanging upside down, carrying a vast and mighty aura.

Yet Ye Changtian faced that golden sword radiance with utter disdain. He stretched out a hand, forming a gigantic palm imprint that directly crushed the golden sword radiance.

Boom!

Immediately afterward, Ye Changtian struck out with another palm toward Ancestor Xuanling. That palm was as majestic as a mountain.

Rumble!

The void trembled violently.

Ancestor Xuanling wielded his sword with qi, his momentum growing even fiercer. With one strike, he cleaved apart the giant hand. Yet Ye Changtian's palm techniques were terrifying—palm after palm swept out, like countless layers of mountains descending, each blow crashing into Ancestor Xuanling's body.

Pfft!

Ancestor Xuanling's entire body shook violently as though struck by lightning. He sprayed blood wildly from his mouth and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Ancestor!"

Many of the Ye family's ancestors changed expression at the sight.

"Hmph, don't think that just because you are an ancestor of the Ye family, I would not dare kill you. Ever since you chose Ye Bantian, I have never considered myself a member of the Ye family!"

Ye Changtian looked down from above at the group of Ye family ancestors.