Qin Yang reappeared at the entrance of the courtyard, his clothes completely unstained by blood.

It was as if the brief but brutal massacre that had just occurred had nothing to do with him.

He slowly raised his eyes, his cold gaze falling once again on Ye Wentian, who had been standing still the whole time, with no change in expression.

Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, Ye Wentian's sinister smile not only did not diminish, but became even more intense!

There was even a hint of admiration in his eyes.

It's more like watching a caged beast make its final struggle with a mixture of amusement and pity!

"Excellent, truly excellent."

Ye Wentian slowly clapped his hands, the sound sounding eerily strange in the quiet courtyard.

"Clap clap clap".

"This strength, this ruthlessness, has indeed exceeded my expectations."

"No wonder even that old good-for-nothing Zhao Wuji fell into your hands."

"No wonder my good-for-nothing grandson Ye Xun had his legs crippled by you."

He shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of feigned regret.

"What a pity. Such a gifted talent. If he were willing to serve my Ye family, his future achievements would be limitless."

"What a pity..."

Ye Wentian's tone suddenly changed!

His eyes instantly turned as cold and icy as ice!

He looked at Qin Yang with the eyes one would give a dead man, a cruel smile curving his lips!

"Do you think you've won by killing these few good-for-nothing lackeys of mine?"

"Do you think you're safe just because you escaped their ambush?"

Ye Wentian slowly raised his withered finger, pointing to the ground beneath Qin Yang's feet, to the seemingly calm air around him, and to the entire courtyard.

The voice was like a judgment from hell, filled with absolute confidence and the smugness of being in control of everything.

"Naive, foolish, haven't you noticed?"

“From the moment you stepped into this courtyard, you have already fallen into the ‘Soul-Locking Array’ that I have carefully prepared for you.”

"Those assassins were just the trigger to activate the formation; they were just an appetizer."

"The formation is now fully activated, and you are trapped and doomed within this deadly array!"

"No matter how strong you are, no matter how powerful your methods are, this place will be your final resting place!"

"Qin Yang, enjoy the last moments of despair in your life, hahaha!"

Ye Wentian's triumphant and arrogant laughter echoed wildly in the courtyard.

It was as if they had already witnessed Qin Yang being crushed inch by inch by the power of the formation, his soul and spirit annihilated.

The air around the courtyard seemed to thicken at that moment.

An invisible and terrifying pressure slowly pressed towards Qin Yang from all directions.

The blue bricks on the ground began to faintly glow with an eerie blood-red light, and the surrounding walls and trees seemed to come alive, exuding a chilling and sinister killing intent!

The ultimate killing formation has been activated; Qin Yang is now trapped, like a turtle in a jar.

The situation is hopeless!

...

Rumble!

The earth trembled violently.

The eerie crimson light on the courtyard ground suddenly surged.

It was as if endless blood was gushing out from the depths of the earth, staining the entire courtyard a nauseating crimson.

A viscous, tangible killing intent surged wildly in the air.

Waaaaah...

The wailing and howling of ghosts and wolves rose from all directions, sharp and piercing, as if they could pierce through people's eardrums and tear their souls apart.

A terrifying pressure, like an invisible mountain, pressed down heavily on the proud, solitary figure in the center of the courtyard.

"Hahaha, the formation has been activated for a fatal blow."

As Ye Wentian felt this world-destroying power, the extreme distortion and ecstasy on his face could no longer be concealed.

He burst into wild laughter, his voice filled with the joy of revenge and absolute confidence.

"Qin Yang, you're finished, you're completely finished."

"Within this deadly soul-locking formation, even if you were a god descended to earth, you wouldn't be able to survive."

"I will crush your soul inch by inch, so that you will never be reincarnated."

His laughter echoed amidst the terrifying howling of the formation, sounding incredibly ferocious.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard.

A group of core members of the Ye family rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

When they saw the blood-soaked scene and murderous intent filling the courtyard, and then saw Ye Wentian's smug and arrogant expression, they immediately understood.

"Patriarch, it's a success? That's wonderful!" an elder asked, his voice filled with surprise and joy.

"The patriarch is mighty! He actually activated the ultimate killing formation. How can Qin Yang escape now?"

"Excellent! This scoundrel killed my Ye family's prodigy and ruined my Ye family's reputation. Today he will finally be brought to justice."

"Congratulations, Patriarch! Congratulations on avenging Young Master Ye Xun!"

For a time, compliments were endless.

The Ye family members who arrived all wore expressions of joy, as if they could already foresee Qin Yang being crushed into dust by the formation.

From the crowd, a figure stumbled out.

It was Zhao Xinhai, who had previously escaped by chance and came to the Ye family for help.

Looking at the terrifying array before him, feeling the power that could destroy everything, he trembled with excitement!

"Thump!" Zhao Xinhai suddenly knelt down in front of Ye Wentian, tears streaming down his face, his voice choked with sobs.

"Master Ye, the Zhao family is deeply grateful for your great kindness."

"I beg Patriarch Ye to utterly destroy this scoundrel and scatter his ashes to comfort the spirits of my Zhao family in heaven."

"From now on, I'm willing to be your slave, I'll do anything you ask!"

As Zhao Xinhai spoke, he kowtowed heavily, and his forehead quickly became a bloody mess.

Ye Wentian glanced down at Zhao Xinhai, who looked like a stray dog, and the curve of his lips became even more cruel.

He enjoyed the flattery of the crowd, the humble kowtow of Zhao Xinhai, and even more so, the thrill of the impending massacre of his powerful enemy.

Everything is under control!

He could almost see Qin Yang's bones breaking inch by inch under the terrifying pressure of the formation, his flesh becoming a bloody mess, and finally turning into a pile of minced meat.

He had even prepared his next speech, how to announce the Ye family's victory to the entire Ninghai, and how to deter other restless forces.

However, just as everyone was immersed in excitement and ecstasy, at the very moment when Ye Wentian's smile reached its peak.

A voice, cold to the extreme and devoid of any emotion, suddenly and clearly resounded in everyone's ears.

It was as if the ice of the deepest hell had instantly frozen all the noise and fervor.

"Do you really think I'm dead?"

The voice was calm and indifferent, yet it struck like a thunderclap from the heavens, hitting everyone's heart hard!

The laughter abruptly stopped, and the compliments vanished instantly.

The entire courtyard, along with the Ye family members watching outside, seemed to be frozen in place, their expressions all frozen on their faces.

Unbelievable, absolutely horrifying!