Amidst the shocked gazes of countless people, Ye Longlin caught Xu Jiajun's strongest blade with one hand!
"Impossible! Even if you were a Martial Marquis, you couldn't catch my blade so easily!"
Seeing this, Xu Jiajun roared in anger. He couldn't believe his eyes, his gaze filled with deep horror!
No one had expected Ye Longlin to catch his blade so effortlessly.
What was crushed was not just a heaven-shattering blade aura, but also Xu Jiajun's pride!
His strength was the crucial factor in this battle, yet the opponent had perfectly suppressed him in the area he was most confident in!
This...
"Have you ever thought about why I could sit in the position of a Five-Star Heavenly King?"
Boom!
This sentence directly shattered his psychological defenses. His eyes were filled with unparalleled horror, completely unprepared for Ye Longlin to utter such words!
"Impossible. Even if you cultivated from the womb, your realm couldn't be higher than mine."
This was theory.
Any powerful martial artist needed time to settle, much like playing a game. Upon entering a new map, there were many dungeons to clear before one could proceed to the next.
Cultivation was the same.
The process of clearing dungeons was the tempering of time.
They called it foundation.
Without a solid foundation, even a skyscraper would collapse.
"The battlefield is a good place."
Ye Longlin's outstretched palm suddenly flipped, and a five-finger seal seemed to descend from the heavens, carrying boundless heavenly might, pressing him forcefully into the ground.
Xu Jiajun pushed against the sky with both hands, roaring in his rage, but his arms shattered under the palm seal. Blood splattered everywhere, and his psychological defenses began to crumble.
He had originally believed this to be a battle to establish his authority after emerging into the world.
Previously, he hadn't taken Ye Longlin seriously, nor did he look down on Ma Heyun because Ye Longlin had sealed his clan and stopped managing his subordinate industries.
Now, he finally understood why Ma Heyun had sealed his clan!
Boom!
The palm slammed down onto the ground, forcefully imprinting a finger mark. In the center, Xu Jiajun knelt in the pit, covered in blood, utterly disheveled.
His arms hung limply, drops of blood dripping from his fingertips onto the ground. He struggled to look up at Ye Longlin.
The ninety-six-year-old man, Xu Jiajun, known as the Underworld King, was now in a state of extreme humiliation and trembled both physically and mentally.
Perhaps he never imagined that one day he would die at the hands of a young man, a young man whom he had once chased after when he was a child.
Perhaps, this was the cycle of karma.
"Ye Longlin, let this matter go. Do not create unnecessary bloodshed!"
From the darkness, a voice echoed.
Immediately after, three figures dressed in black Zhongshan suits, with nine dragons coiling on their backs and the character 'Zhen' embroidered on their chests, emerged from the shadows.
Ye Longlin looked at them and frowned slightly, "Zhen Wu Si."
He had anticipated this outcome.
The Zhen Wu Si would definitely appear. After all, in a city, even a Grandmaster-level martial artist could cause a city's paralysis, let alone those far more powerful than Grandmasters.
"That's right. Since we have appeared, you should know the final outcome of this matter."
"Cease your actions. The innocent casualties are too numerous for us to account for. You will have to come with us."
The purpose of the Zhen Wu Si was to manage martial artists within various cities. All martial artists had to be registered and legally recorded. This way, if any incidents occurred between martial artists, or if the city was threatened and required the assistance of martial artists, personnel could be quickly mobilized to provide support.
Of course, if a malevolent martial artist caused casualties or damage to the city, they could also be swiftly apprehended.
The Zhen Wu Si was subordinate to the enforcement department of the Glorious Hall and was directly dispatched by the Glorious Hall.
In theory, the War Department Elder Council also had the authority to dispatch them.
Ye Longlin glanced at them and then looked at the scene, "Among those who followed Xu Jiajun, how many of them have no blood on their hands?"
The leading Zhen Wu Si member shook his head indifferently, "That is not our concern. That is the affair of the Dragon Investigation Bureau. We do not interfere in cases involving ordinary people."
This was also true; the Zhen Wu Si was merely the violent enforcement agency for martial artists.
"Either stop the killing, or come with us."
The person on the left said coldly.
Seeing that persuasion was futile, Ye Longlin took out a token and tossed it over.
The leader caught it and, upon examining it, cupped his hands towards Ye Longlin, returning the token with both hands.
"Since you are from the War Department, we will not disturb you further. Please proceed."
No matter how powerful the Zhen Wu Si was, as a subordinate violent agency of the Glorious Hall, their authority did not extend to apprehending members of the War Department.
Even within the Glorious Hall, Ye Longlin was a prominent figure.
One of the departments within the peak of the Glorious Hall was the War Department, which was also the core of the military. Its members were all elders, hence the name War Department Elder Council.
"Wait." Ye Longlin stopped them.
"After this matter is concluded, have your people come to clean up the aftermath."
The Dragon Pavilion was responsible for the killing, but not the disposal.
"Understood."
The dignified Zhen Wu Si, at this moment, seemed like a logistics department, responsible for cleanup.
Dragon Mountain Villa was a scene of carnage, with bodies strewn everywhere.
The overwhelming smell of blood prevented any living creature from approaching, turning it into a forbidden zone for life.
Three thousand Dragon Pavilion soldiers, without a single casualty, completed their task and reformed their ranks, looking uniformly at Ye Longlin, awaiting orders.
The pungent smell of blood even made the three Zhen Wu Si members tremble.
"Apart from the Dragon Pavilion soldiers originally stationed in Nan Province, all others are to return to the Dragon Pavilion."
Ye Longlin looked at the corpses scattered across the ground, his expression unchanged.
He was a representative of the iron-fisted faction, with ruthless methods and merciless killing.
Such a scene was already considered a minor affair.
"Yes!"
Soon, under the cover of night, figures vanished into the darkness.
They arrived quickly and departed just as swiftly.
Yuan Gang and Xuan Niao arrived beside Ye Longlin at the opportune moment.
Ye Longlin glanced at them, "You two cooperate with the Zhen Wu Si to clean this place up."
The two nodded, indicating their understanding.
The outcome of this battle naturally reached the ears of the Glorious Hall. Late into the night, the matter was placed on the discussion table.
"Ye Longlin's methods are ruthless. He disregards the disruption of countless families. Even if the opponent is unarmed, he would still kill them. This absolutely does not align with the current Great Xia. I propose that his Five-Star Heavenly King status be revoked, and he be banned from entering the capital!"
"Well said. A person like Ye Longlin is suited for wartime, but absolutely not for peacetime. I second the motion to revoke his Five-Star Heavenly King status and ban him from entering the capital!"
"You two old fogeys, are you looking to die? If little Ye hadn't shed blood fighting enemies overseas, would you have the chance to babble here? Keep babbling, and I'll come live in your house!"