Ye Wudi’s actions matched his name perfectly, displaying an invincible stance in full glory.
Long Ba’s face was stomped into the flowerpot by Ye Wudi’s foot, deforming it on the spot.
“Ah…”
Long Ba let out a earth-shattering roar.
As he opened his mouth, blood sprayed wildly from his throat. Even so, he struggled frantically.
It was too humiliating!
He was a master from the Forbidden City, always the one bullying others. Yet today, Ye Wudi had publicly stomped on his face. For Long Ba, this was the most humiliating moment of his life.
“Ah…”
Another roar erupted from Long Ba’s mouth. He pressed his hands against the ground, knees straining, slowly arching his back. His face gradually lifted five centimetres from the flowerpot.
“Thud!”
Ye Wudi suddenly pressed down harder with his foot, and in an instant, Long Ba’s face was smashed back into the flowerpot.
At the same time, another gush of blood spurted from Long Ba’s mouth.
So stifling!
Long Ba’s eyes turned bloodshot. He grabbed Ye Wudi’s calf with both hands and yanked hard.
He hoped to dislodge Ye Wudi’s foot this way, but to his surprise, Ye Wudi’s right leg was like it had taken root—unmoving.
“I said you’re trash, and you wouldn’t admit it. What about now?”
Ye Wudi said calmly, “Eighth Lord, tell me, do I dare kill you?”
At those words, Long Ba, who had been struggling, suddenly fell still. His mind involuntarily recalled the scene of Long Jiu’s death, and terror flashed in his eyes.
“Ye Wudi, are you truly set on endless enmity with our Forbidden City?” Long Ba gritted his teeth. “Even if I die, I still have seven brothers. They won’t let you go.”
“Long Ba, it seems you still haven’t grasped one thing. It’s not about you not letting me go—from the start, I never planned to let any of you off,” Ye Wudi said. “I remember what happened over twenty years ago vividly.”
Long Ba’s realisation hit him. “You’re out to avenge Ye Wushuang?”
“Or did you think I had nothing better to do than provoke you?” Ye Wudi replied.
“Ye Wudi, Ye Wushuang’s death has nothing to do with our Forbidden City. If you want revenge, you should look elsewhere.”
“What, you don’t dare admit what you’ve done?”
“If you claim it was us, then show your proof!”
“No proof needed. As long as I believe it was you, that’s enough.”
Instantly, a chill ran through Long Ba’s body.
He understood now—nothing he said mattered. Ye Wudi was dead set on killing him.
With that realisation, Long Ba gave up struggling.
“Ye Wudi, if you want to kill me, just do it. Once my seven brothers finish their seclusion, it’ll be your end.”
“Then your Ye family will fall with you.”
“Anyone who kills someone from our Forbidden City will meet a bad end.”
Long Ba shouted loudly.
The guests held their breath, certain that Ye Wudi would slaughter Long Ba next.
But against all expectations, the ever-dominant Ye Wudi didn’t kill Long Ba outright. Instead, he lifted his right foot high and slammed it down.
Thud!
The sole of his shoe struck Long Ba’s face.
Once, twice, three times…
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Ye Wudi stomped over a dozen times until Long Ba’s entire face was a mangled mess.
Long Ba roared with bloodshot eyes, “Ye Wudi, a warrior can be killed but not humiliated. If you’ve got the guts, just kill me.”
“I’m not done stomping yet.” Ye Wudi kept going.
Long Ba screamed hoarsely, “Ahhh… Ye Wudi, I won’t let you off even as a ghost… You’ll die horribly… Ye Wudi, stop humiliating me…”
Ye Wudi laughed, “Want to die? Beg me!”
Long Ba, stripped of his earlier arrogance, pleaded like a dog, “I beg you, kill me…”
“Fine.”
Ye Wudi agreed readily.
“Old Nine, your brother’s coming to join you.” Long Ba closed his eyes in resignation.
Ye Wudi channelled his inner strength into his foot, ready to crush Long Ba’s head, when he suddenly sensed something off. He whipped his head around to see a dark figure hurtling toward him like a thunderbolt.
Ye Wudi swiftly kicked out.
Bang!
Ye Wudi was sent flying.
Only then did the crowd see an old man standing beside Long Ba.
The old man had a ruddy complexion and a slightly plump build. His white hair was tied up with a jade crown, and he wore a black robe with a jade pendant at his waist.
Without a doubt, this old man was also from the Forbidden City.
He glanced down at Long Ba, his face stern as he berated, “Old Eight, you’ve utterly disgraced our Forbidden City.”
Long Ba trembled, quickly opening his eyes and staring at the old man in disbelief. “Seventh Brother, weren’t you in seclusion? Why are you here?”
“If I hadn’t come, you’d be dead by now,” Long Qi said. “Where’s Old Nine?”
Long Ba avoided Long Qi’s gaze, stammering, “Old Nine, he, he…”
“Seventh Uncle-Master, my master was killed by Ye Wudi. You must avenge him!” Bai Yujing shouted.
Long Qi turned his head, spotting Long Jiu’s corpse. Instantly, a massive wave of killing intent surged from him.
“Bang!”
Long Qi kicked Long Ba, roaring, “You couldn’t even protect Old Nine, you useless fool.”
Then his gaze settled on Ye Wudi, lingering for three seconds.
Whoosh!
Long Qi’s figure vanished abruptly, without any sign of movement—just gone from where he stood.
Ye Wudi tensed instantly, spinning around and kicking out.
Sure enough, Long Qi appeared behind him, and Ye Wudi’s foot collided squarely with Long Qi’s palm.
Ye Wudi’s brows twitched. It felt like his kick had landed on a sponge—soft and yielding.
What was this?
Before he could process it, Long Qi’s attacks came like a tempest, relentless and unstoppable.
Ye Wudi, as ever, stood his ground, meeting Long Qi head-on without retreating an inch.
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged over a dozen moves, their pace quickening.
Crack!
Two minutes later.
A sharp sound rang out, and Ye Wudi’s body was blasted back.
Screech—
His leather shoes scraped against the floor for a long stretch, retreating over ten metres before he stopped.
The crowd then noticed blood trickling from Ye Wudi’s mouth, his face grave.
Ye Wudi was injured?
Everyone was stunned. They hadn’t expected Long Qi to be so formidable.
Long Qi stood still, hands clasped behind his back, his cold eyes fixed on Ye Wudi as he spoke icily:
“You killed Old Nine—crime one.”
“You injured Old Eight—crime two.”
“You disregarded the Forbidden City’s authority—crime three.”
“For these three crimes combined, death without pardon!”
Long Qi was like a judge, directly pronouncing Ye Wudi’s death sentence.
Ye Wudi remained fearless. “Less talk. If you want to kill me, come at me.”
Long Qi clenched his fists, about to strike, when a faint voice cut through:
“Your Forbidden City has such grand authority. Even daring to kill the Supreme Leader’s personal bodyguard—are you trying to challenge the Supreme Leader himself?”
