Danwu God Emperor

Ye Lou struck Gao Yi in the chest with the sole of his foot, shattering his heart meridian and killing him instantly.

"You actually dared to kill Gao Yi?" Ye San watched Gao Yi die suddenly, his face flushed with anger, and he glared at Ye Lou.

As the dignified Ye San, who in the Ye family didn't give him some face? Even the direct descendants treated him with deference. Yet today, in front of everyone, he was humiliated in front of a good-for-nothing who had never even given him a second glance.

"You're courting death!" Ye San charged forward again with his sword, his ferocity surging. A killing intent seemed to permeate the area around his sword. He rose up and slashed down, leaving a trail of sword intent echoing wherever he passed.

"Such powerful swordplay, is this martial arts?"

"Ye San's current status in the Ye family is indeed a testament to his talent!"

While marveling at Ye San's sword strike, the crowd also eagerly anticipated Ye Lou's reaction, glancing at him sideways.

Ye Lou narrowed his eyes. This sword strike was indeed extraordinary. It seemed like a single move, but it contained dozens of moves. Each move was superimposed and repeated, condensed into one, and the power was brought to its maximum.

If I remember correctly, this should be the Ye family's Yellow-level martial art, the Stacked Sword Technique. My father once said that although this Stacked Sword Technique is powerful and domineering, it consumes a lot of physical strength and is relatively slow. It can only gain an advantage when fighting head-on.

"I haven't learned any martial arts yet, so it's not advisable to fight him head-on," Ye Lou muttered to himself.

As the longsword slashed down, Ye Lou dodged to the side once more. Ye San struck the ground with a deafening roar, the earth cracking inch by inch, the cracks stretching for dozens of meters. People nearby were even hit in the face by the residual force and staggered back several steps before regaining their footing.

After witnessing this sword strike, the crowd retreated, as if they were risking their lives to watch a show.

"So a martial art can actually unleash such power."

This scene shocked Ye Lou, making him even more eager to improve his strength. He wanted to learn one or two martial arts techniques from the Martial Arts Pavilion so that he would have nothing to fear when facing Ye San.

"Let's see how long you can hide!" Ye San swept his sword across again with the same imposing force.

Ye Lou quickly regained his composure, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and glided backward like a roc spreading its wings, barely dodging the sword.

"You worthless piece of trash, now you know how powerful your grandpa is. Killing you will be as easy as turning my hand."

Ye San laughed menacingly and swung his longsword down repeatedly. Ye Lou didn't fight him head-on at all, dodging each attack with ease. After dozens of strikes, the smug Ye San bent over, panting heavily.

"You, you piece of trash, if you've got the guts, then have a go at me!"

"Third Brother, it seems like he's playing with you, deliberately wearing you down." A servant stepped forward and said weakly.

"Get lost!" Ye San seemed to have realized what was happening and naturally wouldn't admit it—that would be beneath him. He slapped Ye Lou away and glared at him. "You motherless piece of trash, have the guts to fight me head-on!"

"You are not worthy!" Looking at Ye San charging towards him, this sword strike no longer had the power it once had; it was already at its last gasp.

This time, Ye Lou also charged forward, his steps ghostly. He swung his palm from the side, breaking the longsword in two. Ye San was shocked and retreated in panic. However, how could Ye Lou let the opportunity pass? He gripped the broken sword and plunged it into Ye San's body.

Ye San could barely stand; he fell backward, blood gushing from his chest.

Looking at Ye San at his feet, Ye Lou's gaze darkened, and he couldn't help but exude a murderous intent, which made everyone terrified. Did he still want to kill Ye San? Ye San was a favorite of Ye Yifei.

"Young Master Ye Lou, please don't kill me. I'll follow you from now on and be your dog."

Some people in the crowd also advised, "Young Master Ye Lou, don't be impulsive!"

"Don't be impulsive? Hmph! I've just been holding back for too long!" Another sword was plunged into Ye San's heart, giving everyone no time to react, killing him instantly.

The two servants behind Ye San were already trembling with fear, kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. "Young Master Ye, please spare our lives! This really has nothing to do with us."

Although Ye Lou entered the Dao through demonic means and lived a life of pleasure and revenge, he was by no means a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

"I won't kill you. Go back and tell Ye Yifei that I'll wait for him to come and face his death!"