The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Only the heavy breathing of the Ye family members and the deep, soul-stirring kowtows echoed in the empty courtyard.

"Welcome, Ancestor!"

May our ancestors live long and prosper!

Ye Wentian, the head of the Ye family who had just been like a stray dog ​​on the verge of despair, now showed no trace of defeat on his face.

He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Qin Yang, his face showing a mixture of elation and resentment, as if he had survived a disaster!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

He burst into wild laughter, his laughter filled with smugness and madness.

"Qin Yang, you little beast, did you see that?"

"This is my Ye family's ancestor, a true Great Saint-level expert!"

Ye Wentian, looking like a madman, pointed at the white-haired old man and roared at Qin Yang.

"So what if you're strong? In front of my ancestor, you're nothing but an ant!"

"You're dead! No one can save you today. I'm going to tear you to pieces and grind your bones to dust!"

He seemed to already see Qin Yang being easily crushed to death by the ancestor, and he was so excited that his whole body was trembling.

However, the scene he had been expecting—the ancestor striking swiftly and killing Qin Yang—did not immediately appear.

The white-haired old man, the ancestor of the Ye family, first swept his cloudy gaze over the Ye family descendants kneeling on the ground, and finally landed on Ye Wentian's distorted face.

He frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat displeased with Ye Wentian's current loss of composure.

"snort!"

A cold snort, like a thunderclap, exploded in Ye Wentian's ears.

Ye Wentian's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, his face paled, and he quickly lowered his head, respectfully saying, "Ancestor, please calm down. I lost my composure!"

The white-haired old man ignored him and slowly took a step forward.

It's just one step.

An even more terrifying and concentrated pressure than before swept across the entire courtyard like a tsunami.

Those Ye family members kneeling there, especially those with weaker cultivation levels, were so crushed that their bones cracked and popped, and they almost fainted.

The old man's gaze finally fell on Qin Yang.

That gaze, calm and still, carried an indifferent and majestic air of looking down upon all living beings.

"Young man, is it you who injured members of my Ye family and broke my Ye family's formation?"

An aged voice rang out, devoid of any warmth or human touch, yet containing an undeniable power.

It was as if he were stating a fact and conducting a final judgment.

"It is truly a blessing for the Ye family to have an ancestor like you to preside over them."

Qin Yang's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes calm and still, as if he were facing not a legendary sage, but an ordinary old man.

His tone was flat, making it impossible to tell whether it was praise or sarcasm.

The old man's brows furrowed even deeper.

He could sense that the young man in front of him showed no trace of true energy fluctuations, as if he were an ordinary person.

But that's absolutely impossible!

How could an ordinary person easily kill eight elite assassins?

How can you shatter the "Soul-Locking Array" that he personally set up back then with a single kick?

Either the other party used some secret method to conceal their cultivation level.

Either the opponent's strength has exceeded the range that he can perceive!

Either way, it would be enough to make him more vigilant.

"Young man, I'll spare you this opportunity, considering how difficult your cultivation has been."

The old man spoke slowly, his voice carrying a condescending air of condescension.

"Kneel down now, kowtow to my Ye family to apologize for crippling your cultivation, and I can grant you a complete corpse and guarantee that your family will not be harmed."

His words were calm, yet carried a sense of self-righteous arrogance.

It was as if making Qin Yang kneel down, apologize, and cripple his cultivation was already an immense favor.

Ye Wentian and the rest of the Ye family members all wore expressions of satisfaction.

In their view, the fact that their ancestor personally spoke was already a huge honor for Qin Yang.

This ignorant brat, why don't you kneel down and thank the emperor?

All eyes were on Qin Yang, waiting for his reaction.

Wait for him to be filled with fear, tremble, and then prostrate himself on the ground, begging for forgiveness.

However, Qin Yang's next reaction left everyone speechless.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yang showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he let out a sneer.

The laughter was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying undisguised contempt and mockery.

"Kneel down and apologize, then cripple your cultivation?"

Qin Yang slowly raised his eyes, his deep, cold eyes staring directly at the white-haired old man as if he were looking at a clown.

"Old man, are you still dreaming? You think you can take me on?"

"He's just a mere Great Sage."

"Who gave you the courage to bark and howl in front of me?"

boom!

Qin Yang's words struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, hitting everyone's hearts hard.

The entire Ye family mansion fell into a deathly silence.

You could hear a pin drop!

Everyone, including Ye Wentian, the elders, and Zhao Xinhai kneeling on the ground, froze in place as if they had been frozen in place.

Their eyes widened, their mouths gaped, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

What did they hear?

The mere... Great Sage?

This young man actually said that a Great Sage-level expert who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts, who is powerful enough to sweep across a region and is revered as a god by countless people, is nothing more than a nobody.

Is he talking in his sleep?

Or did he simply not know what the words "Great Sage" represented?

After a brief silence, a burst of mockery and angry shouts erupted.

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