There were over fifty people present, all temporarily assembled by the three families. This assembly did not represent the full strength of the three families, but rather the power they commanded.
However, Ye Longlin paid them no mind. To him, these individuals were not even worth considering; he could suppress them all with a single hand and feel no sense of accomplishment.
Conversely, Lin Tianai, standing beside him, had turned deathly pale at the sight. Aside from the previous shooting incident, he had never encountered such a scene. It felt as if everyone present was involved in the underworld. He even felt that Ye Longlin was like the prince of some powerful syndicate, his identity incredibly mysterious. To this day, Lin Tianai still did not know Ye Longlin's true identity. The only thing he knew for sure was that Ye Longlin was a soldier.
Ye Longlin looked at the people before him, his calm gaze sending chills down the spines of the three family patriarchs. They exchanged glances, their minds made up.
*Ding—*
At that moment, Yuan Gang emerged from the elevator, carrying Zhao Xingchen by the collar.
"Xingchen!!"
Upon seeing the person in Yuan Gang's grasp, Zhao Cheng's teeth gnashed, his entire aura threatening to erupt. His eyes, spewing fire, were fixed tightly on Ye Longlin.
"Release my son!!" Zhao Cheng roared, his eyes bulging as if about to pop out.
Yuan Gang paused, looking at Zhao Cheng with slight confusion, "Your son?"
"Release him!" Zhao Cheng bellowed again.
Yuan Gang grinned and, with a swift backhand, delivered two more slaps.
"Zhao family members, attack! Kill them!"
Zhao Xingchen's appearance served as a fuse, directly escalating the tense situation to the next level!
"Kill Ye Longlin, reward five million, and a villa!"
"Whoever brings back the young master will be rewarded ten million, and a company!"
Greed has always been the driving force behind men. Under such rewards, everyone went mad. Gripping their long knives, they charged forward, roaring as they surged towards Ye Longlin.
However, just as they were about to clash, an immense and invincible aura descended from the sky. Murong Yunhai slowly stepped out from the top of the Emperor's Building, his ruthless eyes seeming to be felt by everyone, chilling them to the bone.
"You three families dare to lay hands on the Young Master? Do you wish to die?"
With Murong Yunhai's appearance, the fervor of the scene immediately dissipated. Countless people looked up, seeing Murong Yunhai standing in the sky, hands clasped behind his back, his black casual attire fluttering.
"You old thief Murong, this is Southern Province, not your capital city! Since you've come to our Southern Province, you must abide by its rules! What do you think you are?" Zhao Cheng cursed vehemently, completely disregarding his status.
"Courting death!"
Murong Yunhai slowly raised his hand, his massive palm seemingly descending from the heavens, carrying an unmatchable aura, as if swatting a mosquito.
But just as the palm strike was halfway down, a chilling blade light suddenly swept through the sky, cleanly splitting the palm in two. Murong Yunhai looked towards the horizon, and then, three figures slowly materialized, all appearing to be in their eighties or nineties.
"Zhao Feng, Liu Bowen, Chen Yijian, I didn't expect you three old fellows to still be alive."
These three were the trump cards of the three families. Murong Yunhai's combat prowess was undoubtedly top-tier. If no one could hold him back, their current forces would not even be enough for Murong Yunhai to slaughter alone.
"If you, Murong Yunhai, haven't died yet, how could we dare to die?" Zhao Feng said with a chuckle, then continued, "It's been a while, old friends. Shall we have some tea?"
Murong Yunhai looked at the scene below, feeling a sense of unease. He had not sensed any martial energy from Ye Longlin, and thus worried about the situation unfolding below.
"You three old fellows appearing is just an excuse to stop me. I also want to know if you can stop me!"
Murong Yunhai's aura suddenly shifted, becoming vast and boundless. His half-step Martial Spirit aura erupted, his entire being seemingly entering a state of divine focus.
"Half-step Martial Spirit!!" The three also exclaimed, their faces turning grim.
From Martial King to Martial Phase, one had officially stepped into the realm of martial arts. Above Martial Phase, one could be hailed as belonging to the lineage of gods. The primary reason was that the martial arts system above Martial Phase allowed one to control powers incomprehensible to ordinary people. It was as if, at this moment, Newton, looking at the four people in the sky, would have been utterly speechless. This completely violated the laws of gravity. Great Xia was not governed by Newton, but by his brother, who was called "Niu Bi."
"You've been in seclusion, haven't you been wanting to break through to Martial Spirit? Very well, today I will let you feel what it means to be a god!"
Meanwhile, below, Zhao Cheng and the others breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing their ancestors arrive. There was no turning back now.
"Kill!"
Figures began to shout in unison towards Ye Longlin and the other two, swarming forward.
However, at this moment, Yuan Gang slowly spoke, "Dragon Pavilion soldiers, receive your orders, kill!"
Before anyone could react, the sound of gunfire erupted.
*Bang, bang, bang!*
*Pew, pew, pew!*
Almost instantaneously, streams of fire appeared from the darkness. The power of firearms was fully displayed as bullets, as if having eyes, landed on the disciples of the three families.
Twelve Martial Phase powerhouses roared, "Maintain your defenses!"
Protective shields, like inverted bowls, rose to block all the bullets. But as they raised their shields, dozens of figures emerged from the darkness, brandishing war sabers and entering the fray, slaughtering indiscriminately.
The Dragon Pavilion soldiers were not ordinary martial artists; they were killing gods honed on the battlefield. Facing such a minor skirmish, these killing gods found it effortless. This small contingent couldn't even stir their desire to kill. It was a complete slaughter!
Seeing this, Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and said, "You two hold him back, I'll go kill that brat, otherwise, all our men will have died in vain!"
The other two gritted their teeth and nodded. They couldn't withstand a half-step Martial Spirit, and it was truly difficult. But at this moment, they had no other choice.
"Quick, we can't hold on much longer!" Chen Yijian growled.
Lin Tianai looked at the scene unfolding, unable to comprehend how it had suddenly escalated to this. The soldiers in black appeared to be Ye Longlin's men?
"Ugh—"
The carnage in the arena was brutal, every blow cutting deep, making for a sickening spectacle. Some who died were trampled, revealing internal organs. Limbs were torn, blood flowed freely, creating a scene of utter devastation.
Ye Longlin suddenly looked up, seeing Zhao Feng lunging down from above to attack. Just as he was about to move, Yuan Gang's voice sounded beside him, "You old geezer, you think you're really something, don't you?"
Yuan Gang shot forward like a cannonball, intercepting the attack.
"Go get me a chair, I'm tired," Ye Longlin said to Lin Tianai.
Lin Tianai bent down and turned back, his face pale, "You can actually watch a show in a scene like this?"