Chapter 45: Counterattack (Second Update, Please Collect and Recommend)

  "Yè Chén, don't be foolish!" Yè Mùwǎn's expression changed slightly as she said calmly.

  "Foolishness!" Ye Chen's expression was indifferent, and he slowly took a step forward. A whirlwind slowly formed under his feet.

  Qianchuan Xue's face under the light gauze revealed a hint of astonishment, her beautiful eyes involuntarily turned to Ye Chen, how could such thick killing intent appear on a young boy.

  "Looking for death!" Ye Tian's face was equally indifferent, and at this moment, Ye Chen made him extremely disgusted. With a long arm swing, he passed over Ye Muwen, and the Wind Shape Sword Blade suddenly shot out, several Wind Shape Sword Blades floating around Ye Tian, the whirlwind blowing Ye Tian's blue hair constantly dancing, stepping on the Wind Shape Sword Blade, surprisingly stepping into the air towards Ye Chen.

  "Kid, there's a powerful aura rushing over here, and it seems to be your father!" Fire Qilin's voice slowly rose in Ye Chen's mind.

  Pupils constricted, a hint of coldness involuntarily appeared at the corner of Ye Chen's mouth, and his toes lightly tapped on the whirlwind that suddenly appeared out of thin air. Ye Chen's figure suddenly floated in mid-air.

  "Xiao Huo, you'll help me protect my vital spots later!" Ye Chen's long arm shook, and his fingers turned into a sword. A gentle breeze swept around Ye Chen, causing the air to vibrate. Suddenly, Ye Chen's figure leapt backward, and several strands of weak true energy continuously rotated, shooting out from Ye Chen's fingertips.

  Looking at the surging true energy, Ye Tian sneered and swung his long arm, causing the air in front of him to ripple slightly, and a wind-shaped sword blade suddenly shot out.

  The wind-shaped sword blades, like breaking bamboo, directly shattered the true energy that blocked in front of them. Several wind-shaped sword blades surrounded Ye Chen in the center and immediately began to rotate continuously, forming a dense whirlwind that burst open, and Ye Chen, who was undoubtedly at the forefront, was shot with a terrifying aura mixed with the wind blades.

  Feeling the strong gust of wind rushing towards him, Ye Chen's expression gradually turned serious. His body sank for a moment before his feet touched the ground, and he suddenly leapt forward, his fingers wildly pointing ahead as a torrent of true energy surged out from his fingertips in an attempt to block the incoming wind blade.

  "Boom!" Ye Tian coldly smiled, his long arm shook, and the dragon vortex suddenly exploded, dispersing Ye Chen's true energy.

  His face sank, and Ye Chen's body made a swift spin in mid-air.

  Dodging most of the fierce gusts of wind blades, but still a few wind blades hit Ye Chen's chest.

  However, when no one noticed, a red light flashed across Ye Chen's chest, and the power of those wind blades did not weaken in the slightest.

  A shrill whistling sound rose, the wind blade swept across Ye Chen's chest, and immediately stirred in front of his chest. Under the fierce impact, Ye Chen could no longer maintain his balance, and helplessly fell backwards, his black long gown also torn to shreds, until he rolled on the ground several times before barely stopping.

  Eyes revealing a crazed expression, Ye Chen's face was ashen, under the gaze of everyone present, his figure swayed and stumbled as he sprang up from the ground, then took a few steps back, until he was blocked by the wall.

  A sudden gasp echoed through the attic, and an eerie silence fell over the entire room. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the black-robed youth who stood with his back against the wall.

  The black robe in front of him turned into fragments and scattered all over the floor, revealing the crimson flesh on his chest. Small cracks spread from the flesh, and fresh blood gushed out continuously, dripping onto the floor, making the entire chest area look exceptionally terrifying.

  Ye Mowan's face turned pale, her small mouth slightly open, and she immediately whispered: "Ye Tian, how can you be so ruthless!"

  Ye Tian's expression was indifferent, and he slightly sneered as his body suddenly burst out again, the sharp whistling sound once again coming from his palm.

  A gust of wind blade extended from Ye Tian's palm again, and the sharp explosive sound mixed with a terrifying aura made Ye Tian look majestic.

  The old man who had been quietly standing beside Zhou suddenly moved and exclaimed: "Young Master Tian, you mustn't!"

  Ye Tian's move was undoubtedly a fatal blow. If Ye Chen were to be seriously injured, there would be no connection with the old man at all. However, if Ye Chen died inside the pavilion, things would become much more serious.

  Ye Mowan's face sank, the situation at this moment had exceeded her expectations. At the same time, she pushed off with both feet and suddenly rushed towards Ye Tian.

  The old man and Ye Mowan only had the strength of the initial nine layers, and their speed was obviously slower than Ye Tianyi's. They could only watch as the wind blade flew towards Ye Chen's chest.

  Looking at Ye Chen who was getting closer and closer, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Ye Tian's mouth. Although Ye Chen's bloodline had not yet awakened, he still had an impact on his position as the head of the family. Ye Tian was young in years, but his ruthlessness was in no way inferior to Ye Chen's. Only by strangling all dangers in the cradle could he better protect himself.

  Gazing indifferently at the approaching Ye Tian, a hint of mockery emerged from the corner of Ye Chen's mouth. With his left index finger hidden in his sleeve, true energy spread out, and a Wind Blade extended outward.

  "Go to death!" With a long arm swing, the wind blade suddenly burst out from Ye Tian's right hand, but in the next moment, the wind blade suddenly stopped moving. A black shadow appeared out of thin air inside the pavilion, floating in mid-air, with a white robe fluttering and making a rustling sound, revealing the demeanor of a master.

  A middle-aged man with a pale face gazed up at the sky, his palm slowly clenched into a fist, and the wind blade shattered open, transforming into spiritual energy that dissipated.

  The people around couldn't help but make a commotion, all staring at the middle-aged man in astonishment, and then they all bowed their heads and said: "Master!"

  Just as everyone was in an uproar, Ye Chen's figure suddenly burst out, and his left hand, hidden in his sleeve, flashed forward like lightning, and a gust of wind blade suddenly shot out from Ye Chen's fingertips. A strong and powerful invisible force propelled the wind blade, which finally slammed heavily into Ye Tian's chest with a loud crash.

  Ye Tian obviously didn't expect Ye Chen to make a sudden move at this moment, his figure suddenly paused, and then violently shot backwards.

  However, the speed of that wind blade was beyond Ye Tian's imagination. In the blink of an eye, it heavily struck Ye Tian's chest, and his chest suffered a terrifying impact. Blood trickled down from the corner of Ye Tian's mouth, splashing all over the ground. His figure retreated dozens of steps in disarray, and then his face surged with anger.

  Looking at the bloodstains on the ground and Ye Tian's bloody chest, many people present were shocked. At this moment, Ye Chen suddenly made a move!

  His pupils contracted, Ye Chen gazed indifferently at Ye Tian who flew backward, a hint of cold smile spreading from the corner of his mouth.

  He deliberately didn't dodge, letting Ye Tian think he was at the end of his rope. The moment Ye Wen arrived, taking advantage of everyone's slow reaction, he struck with lightning speed, every detail of the process having been considered by Ye Chen. The pain in his chest only made Ye Chen even calmer.

  "Ye Chen, you...!" The middle-aged man, who was Ye Wen, slightly changed his expression, glanced at Ye Tian's injuries, and only after seeing that he was fine did he scold Ye Chen.

  "Head of the household, Ye Tian broke the clan rules and engaged in a physical fight within the Medicine Pavilion. If our family had arrived any later, I'm afraid I would have been dead long ago. Please take charge, head of the household!" Suddenly changing from his previous calm demeanor, Ye Chen's expression turned sorrowful and indignant as he stared at Ye Wen, his face turning pale, and with a burst of blood gushing down from his chest wound.

  The injuries on his body matched the sorrowful expression, and the surrounding onlookers were all gazing at Ye Chen with pity. What had just happened was indeed Ye Tian's fault.

  Different gazes of emotions were wandering between Ye Chen and the three people, both of whom were biological sons. How would Ye Wen handle it in the end?

  With an indifferent expression, he gazed at the gloomy-faced Ye Tian. Ye Wen waved his large sleeve and said lightly: "Ye Tian, violating the clan rules, one month in the Discipline Hall!"

  January, Ye Chen's eyebrows furrowed involuntarily. This move by Ye Wen was undoubtedly shielding Ye Tian. His face sank slightly, with a hint of cold smile at the corner of his mouth. He suddenly took a step forward, his long arm shaking as he pointed at Ye Tian and shouted: "Ye Tian just now used an extremely ruthless hand, obviously putting me in a desperate situation! Family head, I don't know if severely injuring a fellow clan member counts as violating the clan rules?"