Everyone stared at Ye Wudi, their throats so dry it felt like smoke might rise. They hadn’t expected this outcome.
“He’s mad, Ye Wudi’s gone mad.”
“He actually killed the Ninth Lord. This has pierced the heavens.”
“We’re done for. Once the Forbidden City rages, we’ll all suffer too.”
“If I’d known it’d turn out like this, I wouldn’t have come to the Bai family today. This isn’t a wedding—it’s a funeral.”
The guests were gripped by fear and unease, terrified of being implicated.
Ye Qiu’s thoughts, however, ran counter to theirs. Ye Wudi’s dominance set his blood ablaze.
“A true strongman should be like this.”
At the same time, Ye Qiu once again deeply realised the vast gap between himself and a supreme master.
“I must train hard and strive to one day be like Ye Wudi, fearless against any threat.”
Ye Qiu silently vowed in his heart.
As for Bai Yujing, his entire body felt ice-cold. He stared blankly at Long Jiu’s corpse, and after a long while, he let out a cry:
“Master!”
Bai Yujing rushed over, kneeling before Long Jiu, sobbing bitterly.
Long Ba stood rooted to the spot, his body trembling. He couldn’t believe his brother had died just like that.
And killed right in front of him.
After a brief wave of grief came a towering fury.
“Ye Wudi, you’ve got some guts, daring to kill my brother. None of you will leave here alive today.”
Long Ba charged at Ye Wudi like a maddened lion.
This time, he wielded no weapon, but his aura was noticeably stronger.
Yet, as Long Ba closed in, he was forced back by the Emperor’s Sword.
Though powerful, he didn’t dare test the sword’s edge.
“Forget it, I won’t bully you.”
Ye Wudi flicked his hand, and the Emperor’s Sword Chixiao traced an arc through the air, landing in front of Ye Qiu.
What was he up to?
Ye Qiu was just puzzling over it when Ye Wudi said, “It’s been a while since I’ve met a worthy opponent. Let’s have some fun.”
Then, Ye Wudi placed one hand behind his back and clenched the other into a fist.
Long Ba gnashed his teeth in rage.
Bully me?
You think you’re worthy!
Long Ba laughed in fury, “Ye Wudi, with a sword in hand, you might’ve lasted a bit longer. But you threw it away? You’re seeking your own death.”
The guests also thought Ye Wudi was being reckless.
After all, Long Ba wasn’t just any expert—he was a top-tier master from the Forbidden City.
But Ye Wudi declared boldly, “I can kill Long Jiu, and I can kill you. In my eyes, you’re no different from Long Jiu—just trash.”
“Courting death!”
Long Ba charged at Ye Wudi in anger, and at the same time, Ye Wudi moved, rushing toward his prey like a fierce tiger.
The battle began.
“Boom!”
Long Ba clenched a fist and swung at Ye Wudi’s head with the force of a thunderbolt.
Ye Wudi didn’t retreat but advanced, throwing a direct punch.
Bang!
Their fists collided with a loud blast, sending both staggering back.
Each retreated ten steps, then charged again like lightning, fists flying once more.
Bang!
Their fists clashed again.
Ye Wudi executed a backflip, retreating three metres, while Long Ba stumbled back over a dozen steps before steadying himself.
After two punches, Long Ba had a rough gauge of Ye Wudi’s strength and said, “Ye Wudi, if this is all you’ve got, you can go die.”
Ye Wudi’s face remained expressionless as he rushed forward, aiming a fist at Long Ba’s face.
For experts like them, flashy moves were unnecessary. A simple, direct punch carried more killing power.
Long Ba raised his hand and countered with a fist.
Boom!
Their fists met again.
This time, neither backed off. A surge of energy erupted from their fists, intertwining tightly.
“They’re competing with inner strength.”
Ye Qiu saw it at a glance.
Long Ba grinned sinisterly at Ye Wudi, “Did you think those few punches were my full strength?”
“I forgot to tell you, I’ve only used eight-tenths of my power.”
“You killed my brother. How could I let you live? Die!”
Boom!
A massive force suddenly burst from Long Ba’s fist, crushing toward Ye Wudi.
His face bore a smug smile, as if he could already see Ye Wudi being blasted away, gravely injured and powerless to fight back.
Yet, a cold smirk suddenly appeared on Ye Wudi’s lips.
Long Ba’s heart jolted.
I’ve unleashed my full strength—how can he still smile?
Does he have a trump card?
In Long Ba’s moment of shock, an even greater force surged from Ye Wudi’s fist, crashing over like a raging storm, ferocious beyond measure.
Clang!
Long Ba’s body flew backward, smashing heavily into the ground with a dull thud.
He quickly stood, his back stinging with fiery pain.
To Long Ba, such pain was nothing. With his strength, even being hacked by a blade or stabbed by a sword wouldn’t matter much unless it hit a vital spot.
But moments ago, Ye Wudi’s inner strength had surged through his arm, coursing along his meridians and striking his organs.
Long Ba had sustained severe internal injuries.
Now, a mouthful of blood clogged his throat. If he spoke, it would spew out.
And once it did, he’d collapse from exhaustion.
The consequence of that would be losing any chance to kill Ye Wudi and avenge Long Jiu—worse, Ye Wudi could easily finish him off.
No matter what, Long Ba couldn’t let the blood escape.
At that moment, Ye Wudi’s voice rang out.
“Long Ba, did you think you were clever, hiding your strength to take me down?”
“Should I call you stupid or just dim? How could such petty tricks fool my eyes?”
“To be honest, when I clashed fists with you earlier, I only used half my strength.”
“In my eyes, you’re the same as Long Jiu—pure trash.”
Trash?
Fire blazed in Long Ba’s eyes. In all his years, this was the first time someone had called him trash.
The guests were stunned too.
“Ye Wudi’s publicly humiliating the Eighth Lord. He’s set on a fight to the death!”
“The Eighth Lord will surely stop at nothing to kill Ye Wudi now!”
“A life-and-death battle is about to erupt!”
But to everyone’s shock, Long Ba stood there, face full of rage but silent, not charging at Ye Wudi for a fatal showdown.
What was going on?
Why was the Eighth Lord just standing there?
Even if he didn’t fight, he should at least骂 back!
Anyone else called trash would be furious, enraged. Yet the Eighth Lord didn’t say a word.
Where was the dignity of a Forbidden City master?
The guests found it unbelievable.
Just then, they saw Ye Wudi’s figure leap into the air, his fist smashing down toward Long Ba’s head.
If this punch landed, Long Ba would be dead for sure.
Already nursing internal injuries, Long Ba didn’t dare meet it head-on and hastily retreated. Unbeknownst to him, Ye Wudi spun midair at an impossible angle, kicking Long Ba square in the back.
Boom!
Long Ba flew sideways.
Ye Wudi followed like a shadow, and as Long Ba hit the ground, he stomped Long Ba’s face into a flowerpot.
