Tick-tock, tick-tock—

Warm blood slid down his fingertips and onto the ground, pooling into a small puddle. The corpses scattered on the ground were carried by a cool breeze. The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the corpses and pools of blood in a warm yellow light, which only made the scene more terrifying.

A man dressed in blood-red clothes stood in the center, his clothes stained with blood. The piled-up corpses and blood were nothing compared to the crimson hue in his eyes. His eyes alone contained countless negative emotions—savagery, viciousness, cruelty—and no one dared to meet his gaze.

Ten meters away from Ye Fan, countless men and women surrounded him, each wielding a different weapon. They included men, women, young and old, all on high alert, their eyes filled with undisguised fear as they looked at Ye Fan, yet their determination remained unwavering.

"Those who block my way shall die—" Ye Fan grinned slightly, revealing his gleaming white teeth, which complemented his blood-red eyes. The sword was drawn; it would inevitably be stained with blood.

"Master Ye is truly skilled, moving freely within my Le family as if it were his own home. I am truly impressed." The girl's clear voice, combined with her steady tone, sounded exceptionally harmonious. Wuyou, dressed in a long white dress, stepped out, standing gracefully and untouched by the world.

"Le Wuyou, return my woman to me and commit suicide to atone for your sins, and I might spare the Le family's life." With a flick of the sword, the blood-red figure drew near.

Wuyou lowered her gaze slightly, and the chilling supervisor was only about ten centimeters away from her nose. Wuyou could even feel the biting cold ravaging her face, making her skin ache.

Wuyou's expression darkened slightly, her deep, peach-blossom eyes remaining calm and still, like a stagnant pool. Her voice turned colder, and her thin lips parted slightly, "Get out—"

For a moment, Ye Fan couldn't believe his ears. He had roamed the martial world for so many years and encountered all sorts of people. He was a man of wide experience and knowledge, but no woman had ever dared to speak to him like that.

The others also heard Wuyou's domineering voice and felt admiration for her. She was so calm and indifferent in the face of such a demon. She truly deserved to be their patriarch.

"If someone offends me, I will retaliate and kill their entire family." Ye Fan's life motto has never changed. His mind moved as he acted; before his consciousness could even register it, his body had already moved instinctively. A gleaming sword flashed in a sharp arc, aiming for that slender neck. Everyone closed their eyes in despair. They had been fighting Ye Fan for about ten minutes and had already witnessed his terrifying power.

"Sizzle—" The sound of a knife slicing through flesh echoed in everyone's ears, causing them to involuntarily open their eyes. However, what they saw before them was completely different from what they had imagined.

"How is this possible?!" Ye Fan was both shocked and furious. With his magical power, how could he possibly miss his opponent? Le Wuyou was clearly just a spoiled brat, yet he had suddenly vanished right in front of him.

"Tsk—" Wuyou, who was already standing in the crowd, pointed to his tattered sleeve and let out a regretful sigh.

Her favorite outfit was ruined.

Seeing Wuyou remain unfazed even as Mount Tai collapsed before him, Ye Fan's pride was severely challenged. He roared and charged towards Wuyou like a bullet, "Impossible—"

Enraged, Ye Fan's combat power exploded. The Integrity in his hand roared like a dragon emerging from the sea. Wu You naturally dared not be careless. Her figure floated like clouds, repeatedly grazing past Ye Fan's attacks. Her flowing white clothes were already tattered.

Seeing Ye Fan get serious, my face paled again. After all, Ye Fan came from a higher cultivation plane and had already become a Celestial Venerable. The techniques he practiced and the moves he used were unprecedented. Even though I had good talent, I was still no match for him. I was betting on Ye Fan underestimating me.

As the weight hit her shoulder, Wuyou's body fell backward uncontrollably, landing heavily on the ground, with bright red blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Upon seeing Wuyou injured, the others rushed to his aid. This was the head of the Le family; they couldn't afford any mistakes. Several elders of the Le family also arrived after receiving the news, joining the battle and causing Ye Fan considerable trouble.

It was precisely because of these people's obstruction that Wuyou finally had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

Outside, swords clashed and countless people died, but inside the Le family's old house, all was peaceful.

Along the long corridor, Bai Xuejiao released the carrier pigeon in her hand. The white pigeon disappeared in an instant, like a fish swimming into the sea.

He spat out the blood clots in his body, and without bothering to wipe his mouth, Wuyou hurriedly took out a fist-sized white forsythia-shaped object from his bosom, cut his wrist, and blood gushed out towards the forsythia.

The color of the 'Forsythia' also changed, gradually turning transparent, and you could vaguely see what was inside: a thumb-sized pill that was half liquid and half solid.

At this moment, the clear sky, which had been cloudless, suddenly became overcast, and the faint sound of thunder could be heard. This strange sight naturally attracted Ye Fan's attention. He looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

The howling north wind was blowing, and the biting wind made people feel uneasy, even slowing down their movements.

Ye Fan quickly shook off the crowd that was entangled with him and rushed towards Wuyou in the distance. Cultivators have very keen senses and sensed that what the other party had in his hand posed a great threat to him. He absolutely could not let the other party succeed, or he would be the one who was doomed.

Having prepared for so long, how could Wuyou allow himself to fail here? With a forceful movement, blood gushed down from his hand as if it were free, and the unformed pill became more and more visible, the patina covering it rapidly melting away.

"Die!" Ye Fan roared, and his palm strike arrived as expected. Wu You didn't even have time to dodge and could only block the powerful blow with his shoulder. Fortunately, the shoulder was not a fatal spot, and his life was not in danger.

Wuyou flew out like a kite with a broken string, rolled twice on the ground, and finally fell to the ground due to inertia. Her left arm was completely unable to be lifted. Her white clothes were stained with blood and dust.

Seeing that his attack had failed, Ye Fan turned around at an incredible angle. A bewitching red light emanated from his palm, reflecting off his crimson eyes. His chest was filled with an indescribable destructive desire, as if he wanted to unleash it all and burn everything in his path.

"ah--"