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Ye Fan knew that Xu Ke, though appearing calm, was merely putting on a strong front. Surrounded by so many Innate Martial Artists, Xu Ke had absolutely no chance of survival; he could neither live nor die as he wished. I can finally get my revenge!

"Didn't you just get a taste of it yesterday?" Xu Ke said indifferently, his eyes downcast.

Ye Fan's smug expression instantly stiffened. After a flash of resentment, he sneered, "Do you think forcing me to step down as Young Master of the Ye Family has turned me into a homeless cur?

"Heh, I'll have you know, even after stepping down, I can still thrive in Tianhai. I can still kill you. One-sixth of Tianhai still belongs to my Ye Family.

"And you?

"I estimate that by tomorrow, you'll be shipped abroad to live a life worse than that of a pig or a dog.

"You enjoyed your little taste of high-society life by Wong Qifu's side, didn't you? It was pretty great, right?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... It's a pity that a piece of trash like you could never step into a circle like that."

Ye Fan was venting his glee and excitement. Xu Ke's actions yesterday had dealt him the biggest setback of his life. Now that he had the chance, he was naturally triumphant and arrogant.

Xu Ke watched Ye Fan's manic laughter, then shifted his gaze to Uncle Qiu. "Are you just going to let me stand here and watch a madman's ravings?"

"Oh?" Uncle Qiu raised an eyebrow. "It seems Mister Xu disagrees with what Young Master Ye is saying?"

As soon as his words fell, Uncle Qiu's hand shot out like lightning, his fist aimed straight for Xu Ke's Dantian. The sudden attack caught everyone by surprise.

Xu Ke had been secretly on guard. As the fist approached and the wind from the blow rushed his face, he immediately dodged, preventing Uncle Qiu's fist from striking his Dantian. But the gap in their strength could not be bridged by mere vigilance...

CRACK.

Xu Ke twisted his body, blocking the punch with his arm. A sharp crack sounded from his left arm.

BANG!

"Ah..." Xu Ke cried out in pain as the force of the punch sent him flying.

"Uncle Qiu, don't be in such a hurry... Wouldn't it be better to let the homeless cur bark a few more times?" A thick, mocking expression filled Ye Fan's eyes. "How about it, Xu Ke? Do you still dare to bark at me? If you dare make a sound, Uncle Qiu will hit you again."

Chang Yi frowned. He felt the urge to intervene, but when he saw that Sun Luo said nothing, he held back.

Sun Luo, for his part, wore a look of satisfaction. This is the kind of arrogant style a great family should have. That Huang Sheng... what a load of crap!

Clutching his arm, Xu Ke sneered, "Heh, Ye Fan. Is your only skill taking cheap shots from the shadows?"

Ye Fan's smile grew even more smug. "No need for taunts. I know I can't beat you, so of course I'm not going to get close. I just love seeing you so angry yet completely helpless. What are you going to do about it?! If you've got the guts, escape their encirclement and come find me at the Ye Family estate!"

Hearing this, Xu Ke raised an eyebrow. "I see your brother's death wasn't a total waste. At least you've learned how to hide in your shell like a turtle."

As his words fell, Ye Fan's expression darkened. "What did you say?"

Xu Ke was prodding his rawest wound. It was precisely because Ye Chen had refused to hide like a coward that Xu Ke had killed him.

"You know exactly what I said," Xu Ke stated flatly.

"Uncle Qiu, cripple his hands," Ye Fan commanded icily.

"Yes."

Uncle Qiu immediately responded. His aura erupted with murderous intent as he reached for Xu Ke's hands. But this time, Xu Ke struck first. He pulled four Poison Darts from his clothes and threw them at Uncle Qiu, simultaneously leaping backward. Bolstered by his Postnatal Late Stage True Qi, the Poison Darts shot from his hand at an extraordinary speed.

Startled, Uncle Qiu had no choice but to retract his hand and defend against the darts.

From the side, Chang Yi, who had been on high alert, sneered, "You dare fight back?"

How could he possibly let Xu Ke retreat even a single step? He immediately raised his pistol and fired.

BANG!

The explosive gunshot pierced the silence of the alley. The bullet tore through the air and drilled into Xu Ke's thigh. A spray of blood erupted from the wound, and the color instantly drained from Xu Ke's face. A bloody hole had appeared on his left leg. He would have collapsed to his knees if not for his sheer effort to remain standing.

"Still trying to retreat?" Uncle Qiu's face was grim as he batted away the Poison Darts that flew toward him. The near-miss had made him feel like he'd lost all face.

"Heh heh..." Xu Ke let out a cold laugh, saying nothing more.

"Alright, break his other leg. Then I'll take him away. It's about time," Sun Luo said, stepping forward impatiently. He had been enjoying the show, but the sight of the Poison Darts irritated him. He was the one who had left those darts at Xu Ke's house during his last visit. Seeing Xu Ke use them now was a galling reminder of his own previous failure, which infuriated him.

"Fine," Uncle Qiu replied, his eyes sinister. "Chang Yi, you've already made your move. Just stand aside and wait."

"Whatever." Chang Yi saw that Uncle Qiu was in a bad mood, but he didn't care. He was only there on Huang Sheng's orders to prevent any unexpected turns of events.

Uncle Qiu stepped forward, the True Qi in his body surging. "That punch was for the Eldest Young Master. This kick is for the Fourth Young Master."

As he spoke, Uncle Qiu's foot magnified in Xu Ke's vision, approaching at a terrifying speed.

But the next moment, Xu Ke grinned. "Old dog, let's die together."

CRACK.

Xu Ke suddenly pulled the Dragon Ring from his pocket, and the ruby on it shattered...

BOOM!

Uncle Qiu stomped down fiercely. He expected his foot to land on Xu Ke's thigh, but when he looked down, he found he had hit nothing but air.

"What?" Uncle Qiu was stunned.

A moment later, Chang Yi roared, "Watch out!"

An ominous premonition seized Uncle Qiu, and he felt his soul trying to leap from his body. Without even looking to see what was happening, he instinctively retreated. But the sight of the fist rushing toward him made his expression change drastically. A brutal and icy killing intent, as if bursting forth from hell itself, made his skin prickle with pain...

The fist hasn't even arrived, yet I already feel pain?! How is this possible?! Isn't this an effect only an Innate Expert's True Qi can produce? How can a Postnatal Late Stage cultivator like Xu Ke throw a punch like this?!

But Uncle Qiu's questions were destined to go unanswered.

BOOM!

Xu Ke's punch sent Uncle Qiu flying. He crashed to the ground four meters away, face down.

"You..." Chang Yi's face changed dramatically. He sent Uncle Qiu flying with sheer power? What kind of drug did he take?

Then, he realized a grave problem—they hadn't noticed that Xu Ke had already reached the Postnatal Late Stage.

How can this be? How long has it been since he killed Ouyang Shuang? He already had a breakthrough? This speed is horrifying! And... if Xu Ke could kill Ouyang Shuang when he was at the Postnatal Middle Stage, then what about now that he's at the Postnatal Late Stage?

He immediately raised his gun, bellowing, "Sun Luo, go all out!"

But even as his expression changed dramatically, he wasn't panicking inside. So what if you've reached the Postnatal Late Stage? Between the Innate Martial Artists here and our guns, you have no chance of escape!

BANG!

The sound of a gunshot once again tore through the silent alley.