819: Chapter 815: Hanging by a Thread 819: Chapter 815: Hanging by a Thread “Buried together?” Ye Zhicang sneered coldly.
“Do you think such words can threaten me?
I, Ye Zhicang, as a descendant of the Ye family, will never retreat.
In the ancestral teachings of our forebears, there’s absolutely no line about abandoning friends to flee alone!”
Even though he was already injured and facing two formidable opponents, Ye Zhicang showed no fear.
He steadfastly stood in front of Ye Tian, who was focused on his cultivation.
At this moment, Ye Tian was at the critical juncture of advancing to the Innate Realm—there was no room for even the slightest distraction…
“You’re quite loyal, aren’t you?
Ye Zhicang, since you insist on your folly, don’t blame us for being ruthless!”
Xu Ziwen spoke angrily, emanating a murderous aura from his body.
With an expert like Xu Ziwen backing him up, Sima Kuan naturally grew more arrogant.
“Heh heh heh~~~~ Ye Zhicang, once you’re dead, your Ye family’s Four Symbols Formation won’t take shape.
That way, our Sima family’s thousand-year grand plan can finally be set in motion!”
The saying goes, “a single move impacts the whole structure.” Originally, Sima Kuan’s goal was just to kill Ye Tian.
But if Ye Zhicang insisted on dying alongside Ye Tian, that would also be a boon for the Sima family!
The Sima family’s thousand-year grand plan was of paramount importance to every member of the clan.
Thus, seeing a sliver of potential to reignite their ambitions, Sima Kuan would not let the opportunity slip by!
“Sima Kuan, enough useless chatter.
While Ye Tian hasn’t yet broken through the last hurdle, finish off Ye Zhicang.
Once he’s gone, Ye Tian will be left defenseless!”
Xu Ziwen reminded him.
Even though it was two against one, if Ye Tian awakened and succeeded in breaking through to the Innate Realm, the situation would reverse!
Thus, the two had to hasten their pace!
“Understood, Uncle Xu!
I won’t give them a chance!”
Sima Kuan nodded and then assumed a combative stance.
The two Inner Sect Disciples of Tianmen positioned themselves to either side of Ye Zhicang, channeling their internal power to its peak.
The cultivation technique of Wind Flow Strength, practiced by Tianmen disciples, summoned the essence of wind power.
When two Inner Sect Disciples simultaneously unleashed the Wind Flow Strength, the spectacle was astonishing.
Around Sima Kuan and Xu Ziwen’s bodies, violent whirlwinds sprang to life.
These tornadoes not only enveloped their bodies but also sent debris flying throughout the courtyard.
Ye Zhicang realized that the two opponents before him were now fully powered.
He could not afford to hold back and pushed the power of the Sun’s Drop within him to its zenith!
Having absorbed the Power of Light, Ye Zhicang’s body grew increasingly hot, radiating a blinding glow like a piece of iron heated to red.
Fire fed by wind—the Wind Flow Strength unleashed by Sima Kuan and Xu Ziwen only intensified the fire energy around Ye Zhicang, igniting the surrounding trees with his flames.
Seeing this, Sima Kuan sneered, “Ye Zhicang, do you plan to burn this house down?
Well, that’s fine too.
We’ll simply cremate the lot of you all at once, saving us the trouble of cleaning up the corpses!”
Xu Ziwen chuckled as well, “Indeed.
Ye Zhicang, the Sun’s Drop power of your Ye family harms even your comrades nearby.
That’s why a clan like yours is destined to have no friends!”
“…”
Faced with such biting sarcasm, Ye Zhicang remained silent.
All members of the Ye family who cultivated the Sun’s Drop technique were well aware of its strengths and weaknesses.
When unleashing their full power in battle, their bodies would turn into blazing fireballs, destroying any plant life they touched.
Were it not for the formidable power of the enemies before him, Ye Zhicang would never have gone all out!
“Enough nonsense!”
Ye Zhicang roared and lunged at Sima Kuan.
“Ye Zhicang, do you think I’m afraid of you?!”
Sima Kuan wasn’t to be outdone and threw himself into a fierce clash with Ye Zhicang!
Previously, when Sima Kuan had fallen behind against Ye Zhicang, it was because he had been tricked by Ye Zhicang’s “Mirage Illusion.” But in a head-to-head confrontation, Sima Kuan had no fear of him.
Ye Zhicang’s entire body radiated unbearable heat.
Though his fire energy did not reach the intensity of the Ye Divine Clan Leader Ye Zhihuan’s Samadhi True Fire, it was still far beyond what an ordinary person could withstand…
However, Sima Kuan fought Ye Zhicang to a draw.
The wind energy surrounding Sima Kuan deflected Ye Zhicang’s fire energy.
When Ye Zhicang’s fire energy clashed with Sima Kuan’s wind energy, the resulting chaos set the villa’s courtyard ablaze…
“Hahaha~~~~~~ Ye Zhicang, at this rate, this house will be ashes soon!”
Sima Kuan laughed heartily.
But Ye Zhicang had no chance to pull back; to do so against a strong opponent like Sima Kuan would mean certain death…
Wind and fire intertwined, burning the vegetation and rendering the scene utterly chaotic.
Yet Ye Tian remained seated on the lawn, entirely unmoved.
His expression was devoid of any signs of alarm, as though everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.
Above Ye Tian’s head, lightning continued to flash and thunder roared—so loud it drowned out even the sounds of combat between Ye Zhicang and Sima Kuan!
“Could it be… he’s about to break through?!”
Xu Ziwen glared at Ye Tian’s composed demeanor, biting his lip in frustration, unwilling to believe Ye Tian could stay so calm and collected…
Since Sima Kuan and Ye Zhicang were locked in a stalemate, Xu Ziwen naturally wouldn’t waste this golden opportunity.
“Ye Tian, die now!”
Xu Ziwen roared and charged a powerful punch directly at Ye Tian.
Attached to his fist was a violent, spiraling gust of wind energy, its destructive force undeniable.
At this critical moment, Ye Tian’s surroundings were completely defenseless.
If the punch landed, his body would be shredded to pieces.
Ye Zhicang, seeing this, immediately leaped forward!
“Don’t you dare!”
Ye Zhicang unleashed a fire claw, gripping Xu Ziwen’s fist tightly and halting its advance.
However, Xu Ziwen’s lips curled into a frosty sneer.
“Ye Zhicang, did you really think my fist would be that easy to catch?”
As soon as the words fell, the wind energy swirling around Xu Ziwen’s fist exploded outward, sending Ye Zhicang’s body hurtling away!
“Impossible?!”
Ye Zhicang cried out in pain.
Xu Ziwen’s attack was never meant for Ye Tian; it was bait to lure Ye Zhicang into grabbing his hand.
Once touched, the trap was sprung!
With overwhelming force, the unleashed wind energy knocked Ye Zhicang airborne, disrupting his balance!
Such an opening was something Sima Kuan wouldn’t miss.
“To face me and still dare to split your attention to rescue someone else—Ye Zhicang, you’ll pay for this foolishness!”
Sima Kuan sneered triumphantly, leaping lightly into the air before delivering a devastating strike against Ye Zhicang’s back.
Suspended mid-air, Ye Zhicang could not defend himself.
Sima Kuan’s attack hit him squarely, sending him crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.
Though Ye Zhicang was undoubtedly a skilled martial artist, age had worn on him, and his resilience could no longer compare to that of younger opponents.
The combined blows from Xu Ziwen and Sima Kuan left him sprawled on the ground, unconscious.
Looking at the fallen Ye Zhicang, Sima Kuan snorted disdainfully.
“The punch I just landed was at full power.
Not even the King of Heaven could survive it, let alone some ‘old relic.'”
Xu Ziwen cast an equally contemptuous glance at Ye Zhicang.
“Now that this old fool is done for, let’s deal with Ye Tian immediately.
Then we’ll toss in some oil and burn this house to ashes!”
“Naturally!
Anyone who dares provoke the Sima family deserves to have their very existence erased!”
Sima Kuan declared arrogantly, stepping closer to Ye Tian.
Ye Tian remained in the Nether God’s Silent Qi state, motionless as Sima Kuan looked down on him coldly.
“Ye Tian, you killed my uncle, burned down the Sima family head residence—today is the day you die!
I’ll use your blood as an offering to the Sima clan members you’ve slain!”
As he spoke, Sima Kuan prepared to strike.
Yet suddenly, something tugged at his pants leg…
“Stop… You cannot kill him… He is someone the Ye family must protect…”
The one clutching Sima Kuan’s pants was none other than the gravely injured Ye Zhicang.
Even on the brink of death, he refused to let harm come to Ye Tian.