Danwu God Emperor

Elder Chongzhong was the Ye family member who treated him best, besides his father. He paved the way for him and helped him grow. Every word he had taught him still echoed in his ears. Just thinking of that kind smile, he knew that his not-so-imposing figure would never be seen again.

Ye Lou's face flushed crimson, the redness extending to his hairline. His blood surged wildly in his temples, throbbing as if about to burst forth. Every inch of his skin burned with fury, like flames radiating from the blazing sun.

The image of the three men bullying Elder Chongzhong was so vivid in his mind that he felt an uncontrollable rage that surged even more intensely, wishing he could tear them apart at any moment.

"Brother Ye Lou, run! A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years!" Seeing Ye Lou wake up, Ye Ping was both excited and worried, having already disregarded his own life.

"Run? Don't even talk about whether he can escape. Ask him if he wants to run. Do you know how satisfying it was for that old guy to scream when his bones broke?" Ye Shan had a smug expression. His strength was no longer what it used to be, and now that there were three of them, he was even more fearless.

"This kid seems a bit different from before, we should be careful." Ouyang Zhong's gaze was solemn, he vaguely felt that Ye Lou was not right, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

"He's from the city, yet he's so timid." Ye Shan smiled dismissively and swaggered towards Ye Lou.

With his current strength, although he is only at the fourth level of the Spirit Induction Realm, his actual combat power has already reached the fifth level of the Spirit Induction Realm. Even if Ye Lou can challenge opponents of higher levels, he is confident that he can escape unscathed.

"Ye Shan, let him play with me slowly. I want him to pay back Leng'er's blood slowly," Ye Cheng'an said calmly.

"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Ye Shan nodded.

Ye Shan quickened his pace, carrying his longsword. Black demonic energy emanated from his body, nourishing the sword in his hand. The bewitching aura spread out like a crimson rainbow.

Ye Lou remained kneeling on the ground, his deep gaze sending chills down the spines of all who looked at him. Suddenly, he leaped into the air, unleashing a tremendous aura from his body. The extreme speed of his leap made the three of them realize the danger was imminent.

This Ye Tower is haunted!

Ye Cheng'an and Ouyang Zhong strode forward and charged at the same time. Ye Cheng'an, of course, needed no further explanation, as he had already passed on the Blood Demon Sword Technique to him and certainly did not want him to perish.

Ouyang Zhong certainly didn't want him to die, after all, Ye Shan's strength was not bad, and having more helper would increase the chances of victory. However, the two were fighting close at hand. Ye Lou gripped Ye Shan's sword with one hand, and the blade cut through his flesh, causing blood to flow freely.

However, the black demonic mist that he was so proud of had no effect on him whatsoever. The demonic will within him directly shattered it, and he unleashed the Soul-Slaying Palm of the Southern Nose, transforming his palm into a sharp blade and slashing towards Ye Shan's face.

The Soul-Slaying Strike came crashing down, as if a demon roared within it, and a terrifying demonic will swept out like a vast ocean.

Ye Shan's eyes widened in shock. He hurriedly dodged, narrowly avoiding the slash. However, the arm that Ye Lou had gripped with the sword was not so lucky and was severed and fell to the ground.

"what!"

Ye Shan screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, writhing like a mad dog, blood spurting out, his face deathly pale.

"Ye Shan, prepare to die!" Ye Lou raised his hand and slashed down, Ye Shan's head falling directly to the ground.

Ouyang Zhong and Ye Cheng'an stopped in their tracks, but it was too late. Looking at Ye Lou, whose arm was still dripping blood, they no longer dared to underestimate him.

This is simply a madman who has lost his mind. It is true that Ye Lou has improved his strength in the battle with Ye Shan just now, but he should not have been defeated in one move.

Ye Lou, as if he didn't value his life, actually took the sword strike head-on. If he had missed even the slightest difference, he would have died on the spot.

Ye Lou's fighting style is simply reckless!

"Who's next?"

Ye Lou stepped towards the two of them, causing them to retreat. Although they kept telling themselves not to be afraid, the fact that this kid hadn't broken through to the third level of the Spirit Induction Realm meant that he could only challenge people of higher realms at most to the fifth level of the Spirit Induction Realm.

Even though they kept reminding themselves, their bodies were doing the opposite. Ye Lou's murderous aura was too strong, like a god of death, ready to take their lives at any moment.

"Don't let him scare us. The two of us working together are not afraid of him at all." Ouyang Chong, wary of Ye Lou, shouted to Ye Cheng'an beside him.

"Okay!" Both of them shared the same idea, and they couldn't care less about saving face now.

The biting wind lifted the corners of their clothes, but they stood still, no longer retreating. They gripped their weapons tighter, ready to fight at any moment.

Ye Lou's every step he took was deliberate and unsettling.

Facing two martial artists at the fifth level of the Spirit Induction Realm, Ye Lou didn't care whether he was confident or not. He only knew that every second these two bastards lived, his heart would ache.

He broke free from the shackles of demonic will, and his strength did indeed increase, but it wasn't as terrifying as imagined. At most, he could use demonic will the size of a fist.

Twice is equivalent to two fists, and the Great Evolution Ten Thousand Demons Scripture would require comprehending an additional line of text, which is completely beyond his current level.

The fact that I've managed to survive is already a miracle. I've only managed to forcibly comprehend two words of the Great Evolution Myriad Demons Scripture, and the demonic will I can use has only increased by the size of two fingers.

But he was fearless, and once he saw that Elder Chongzhong's body was still there, he had no reason to stop.

"kill!"

The three of them spoke in unison and began to fight fiercely, their figures weaving through the void. Ye Ping, standing to the side, couldn't see their movements at all; he could only see sword shadows flashing past his eyes and hear the clanging sounds in his ears.

After a while, the three separated from the battle. Ye Lou was covered in wounds, with shocking sword marks cutting through his flesh, but he didn't even flinch.

Ouyang Zhong and Ye Cheng'an were also suffering, having taken countless blows. Every time they slashed Ye Lou's body, he would strike them with a palm strike, attacking them relentlessly without any regard for his own safety.

"This kid is like a madman. We all did our best to kill him," Ye Chengan said after coughing a few times.

"it is good!"

"kill!"

Before the two could finish their discussion, Ye Lou attacked again, like a tireless and painless machine. When he unleashed the Nanbi Style, it was imbued with demonic will.

Suddenly, the void revealed the image of the Great Demon Lord Apang Rakshasa, tearing at the two of them with its enormous maw, which blotted out the sky and devoured them.

At this moment, not only Ouyang Zhong and Ye Cheng'an were shocked, but this martial skill, which seemed to be only of the lower grade of Xuan level, was actually more powerful than most of the middle grade of Xuan level martial skills.

Also shocked was Jiao Xinghe, who had been watching from a distant rooftop. Biluo, holding an oil-paper umbrella for him behind him, remained silent. Her exquisite figure was even more alluring, and her delicate face was sure to captivate countless people. However, his eyes were only on the white-clad man in front of him.

"Biluo, am I being too cruel?" Jiao Xinghe asked calmly.

“Young Master, this battle involves too many forces. If you lend a hand, it will put the Jiao family on the opposite side of the Ouyang family and Dingjiabao. Before you have completely stabilized your position, it is not advisable to be high-profile. If Young Master Ye Lou cannot be your friend in the future, I believe he will not be your enemy either.” Biluo said, looking at Ye Lou below.

“You understand me best. Let’s go.” Jiao Xinghe leaped into the air and quickly disappeared into the crowd. Biluo followed suit.

boom!

Just as Jiao Xinghe and Biluo jumped off the tiled house, a thunderous explosion rang out. Ouyang Zhong and Ye Chengan were both forced back, blood spilling from the corners of their mouths. Their spiritual energy surged, their blood churned, and their internal organs trembled. It took them a while to stabilize themselves.

Ye Lou was even more seriously injured. His figure flew backward, and a mouthful of blood sprayed into the air, as if blood rained down. It was unknown how long he slid on the ground before he finally stopped.

The three lay on the ground, adjusting their qi and blood. Ouyang Zhong and Ye Cheng'an were extremely shocked. Ye Lou was only fifteen years old. In their eyes, he was not even a junior, just a greenhorn.

However, he already possesses the strength to fight two opponents at once, and his future strength is immeasurable. No wonder the Ye family is willing to sacrifice everything to save his life.

boom! boom! boom!

A rumbling sound came from afar, growing closer and closer. A graceful figure appeared on the roof of the house, drifting in. This calmed Ye Lou's anger slightly. It was Mu Wanrou, along with the two seniors, Yu Wen and Yu Wu.

Following closely behind were Wu Xuanqing, the three elders of the Wu family, and the four members of the Ding family brought by Ding Daokuang.

When Mu Wanrou saw Ye Lou lying on the ground covered in blood, her heart tightened, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face. She rushed to his side and quickly stuffed a healing pill into his mouth.

Although the two did not explicitly state their relationship, they had already developed feelings for each other.

"Wanrou, Elder Chongzhong is dead!" Ye Lou was heartbroken. It seemed that only when he was with Mu Wanrou could he not be blinded by hatred and pour out his sorrow.

Mu Wanrou glanced at Ye Chongzhong's corpse in the distance and silently lowered her head. How could she not know the significance of Elder Chongzhong to Ye Lou? To him, it was no longer an ordinary clansman relationship, but the closest person besides Ye Haotian.

She had never lost a loved one, so although she couldn't understand this kind of pain, she could feel Ye Lou's sadness and anger.

Upon seeing Ye Cheng'an and Ouyang Zhong still standing there breathing, an inexplicable rage surged to his head. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he pointed at the two in front of him and roared, "These two bastards killed the elder! I'm going to kill them!"

Ye Lou suddenly soared into the air before Mu Wanrou could react. He had already gathered spiritual energy in the air. However, with the help of the Wu family and Ding family now, Ye Lou would probably perish on the way before he even met them. It would be like sending himself to his death.

"Ye Lou, go back!"

A shout came from afar, and a surge of spiritual energy rushed towards them, directly forcing Ye Lou back.

Ding Mao arrived with the people from Tianyi Academy, carrying Ye Haotian and Ye Jinyu, who were seriously injured. The group looked anxious and were dressed in rags, clearly having just gone through a fierce battle.

"Go away!"

Soon after, Ouyang Liang and Ding Daokuang arrived with members of the Dong family, surrounding Ding Mao, Ye Lou, and the others who had just met, forming a wall that blocked their way.