"Hmph! They're practically courting death!"

Seeing this, Ye Chuan curled up a disdainful sneer. In his eyes, Jin Lingyun's actions were tantamount to digging her own grave.

With a gentle stretch of his hands, carrying immense energy, he resolutely faced Jin Lingyun, enjoying the exhilarating collision of their powers.

However, life is unpredictable, and the dramatic turn of events is astonishing.

Ye Chuan came like a swift wind and left like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, vanishing in an instant.

The moment their palms clashed, Ye Chuan was suddenly lifted up by an irresistible force, like a withered leaf ravaged by a gale in autumn, before crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood gushed from Ye Chuan's mouth. His face was contorted, and he roared in disbelief, "You... how could your cultivation level suddenly become so powerful?"

Jin Lingyun stood proudly atop it, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain, and slowly said, "I have already said that my junior brother just helped me improve my cultivation. Now you understand, right? My junior brother is not only invincible, but he can also make others stronger."

These words were like a thunderclap, shocking the entire audience.

Such a miracle of cultivation advancement has always existed only in ancient books and anecdotes, but today everyone was astonished to witness it firsthand.

Ye Chuan's expression grew increasingly grim, a mixture of pain and shock culminating in a desperate cry: "Raise...raise my cultivation? This...how is this possible?"

Having said all he could, he was filled with humiliation and indignation, and finally fainted on the ground, utterly losing his dignity.

Ye Wuhen stared at his unconscious son, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He thought Ye Chuan had the upper hand in this contest, but unexpectedly Jin Lingyun was able to win with one blow, making him lose face.

As the master of the Dragon-Capturing Hall, he was filled with disappointment in his son and regret for the loss of his family's honor.

"A piece of trash!" Ye Wuhen uttered in a cold voice, then turned his gaze like a knife to Jin Lingyun, his tone as cold as frost: "The mere Jin family actually harbors dragons and tigers. I underestimated you."

Seeing this, Jin Shiyi hurriedly stepped forward, his words revealing helplessness and pleading: "Palace Master Ye, you have already stated that this matter only concerns the Young Palace Master and Lingyun..."

He knew that although Jin Lingyun had won, she had also angered Ye Wuhen, and the Jin family was in imminent danger.

Only by stabilizing the situation can the Kim family secure a glimmer of hope.

At this critical juncture of life and death, Jin Shiyi could only resort to delaying tactics to buy time and find an opportunity for the Jin family to escape Rongzhou City and preserve their bloodline.

Jin Shiyi's words were like a gentle breeze across a lake, attempting to calm the turbulent situation caused by the fierce battle. However, Ye Wuhen's anger was like a raging flame stirred by a gale, which not only did not diminish but became even more intense.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he had already manipulated the fate of the Jin family in the palm of his hand.

"Jin Shiyi, do you think that a few words of appeasement can erase the provocation your Jin family has committed against my Ye family today? How dare you ants trample on the dignity of Ye Wuhen!"

Ye Wuhen's voice was deep and powerful, each word like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Just then, a gentle yet firm voice suddenly rang out, piercing through the tense air.

"Palace Master Ye, the battle between my senior sister and your son is over, but the battle between you and me is not over yet."

The speaker was none other than Wu Tian.

Ye Wuhen slowly turned his gaze to Wu Tian, ​​his face expressionless. He spoke in a calm tone, "You intend to protect the Jin family?"

A subtle smile flickered across Wu Tian's lips, like the hazy mist in the morning light, as he asked leisurely, "This is not simply a matter concerning the Jin family, but an old grievance between you and me that has been buried for eight years. Do you still remember the harm you caused to the Wu family of Linhai back then?"

"The Wu family of Linhai?" Ye Wuhen's gaze swept over them lightly, his tone carrying a dismissive indifference. "Mere dust, how could it catch my eye, let alone be remembered?"

Wu Tian's face darkened slightly, his teeth clenched, his patience seemingly drawn by invisible threads, as he slowly uttered, "Back then, it was rumored that the Wu family had obtained a supreme martial arts treasure..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Wuhen burst into laughter, his voice echoing across the surrounding area: "Haha! So you were referring to the Wu family of Linhai! The so-called martial arts treasure is nothing but a rumor spread by the world. It has caused me to waste my efforts for nothing. Not only did I not obtain any treasure, but I also gave the Sun family a free benefit."

Upon hearing this, Wu Tian's aura suddenly erupted, like a dormant volcano suddenly awakening. After years of searching, he finally confronted his enemy.

Ye Wuhen's words inadvertently unveiled the prelude to the past. Under the shadow of the Dragon Capturing Hall, the Wu family was tragically wiped out, all because of the false legend of the supreme treasure.

What's even more infuriating is that, for Ye Wuhen, the destruction of the Wu family was nothing more than a passing cloud, not even causing a ripple in his heart.

Wu Tian's voice was as cold as winter ice, each word like a sharp sword being drawn, pointing directly at Ye Wuhen: "Ye Wuhen, since you have already caused the Wu family to bleed like rivers, today, I will use the blood of your Dragon Capture Hall to appease the souls of my Wu family!"

Its sound was like thunder, reverberating in every corner of Jinling Garden, as if even the sky was moved, and the changing winds and clouds revealed a tragic and magnificent scene.

The crowd's expressions changed drastically, as if they had witnessed an unprecedented cataclysmic event. No one had ever dared to utter such arrogant words as the destruction of the Dragon-Capturing Hall.

Today, Wu Tian's words were like a heavy stone thrown down, stirring up waves of shock, foreshadowing that countless dangers and hidden dangers might lurk behind him.

Before Ye Wuhen could even open his mouth, a middle-aged man beside him, with a burly build like an iron tower, had already shouted angrily: "You're still wet behind the ears, yet you dare to speak ill of the safety of my Dragon Capture Hall?" His voice was cold and sharp, like a biting wind.

Seeing this, Jin Shiyi quickly interjected, attempting to ease the situation: "Left Protector, please calm down. Wu Tian is young and impetuous, and he spoke carelessly in a moment of anger..."

But the Left Protector interrupted him with a cold snort: "Hmph! Youthful arrogance is not a get-out-of-jail-free card. Since you have spoken, you should keep your word. Boy, if you can escape from my hands, this matter will be over."

Wu Tian's lips curled into a sinister smile, a smile as sharp as the coldest blade of ice in winter. He said, "You are not qualified to stand in my way. As Ye Wuhen's left protector, I will pave the way for my revenge with your blood."

After speaking, his spiritual energy surged, like a river bursting its banks, a sudden gust of wind arose, and dust billowed all around. Everyone almost had to close their eyes to avoid his sharp edge.

The Left Protector's sneer deepened, dismissing the criticism: "Ignorant brat spouting nonsense. Let me show you the power of this protector..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Tian's figure had already transformed into a ghostly afterimage, closing in on him in an instant.

Before anyone could react, a deep, resounding crash was heard, and the Left Protector's body slammed against the stone wall behind him like a withered leaf caught in a whirlwind. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only a sense of shock and amazement.