Chapter 59 Confronting the Elders

"Dust Young Master!"

The residual waves from the arena swept over, engulfing everything around, as Wu Qingxue rose up, intending to take action.

"Leave it to me!"

In the midst of the residual waves, Ye Chen's voice sounded out, once again stopping Wu Qingxue's actions.

When the residual waves subsided, three figures appeared on the stage.

Ye Chen, and two Ye Family Elders.

"It's the two Ye Family Elders, Ye Xinghua and Ye Luochen. They've stepped forward, this battle is about to end."

As they watched the two Ye Family Elders, the crowd murmured softly.

It was rumored that these two Elders were both at the pinnacle of the True Martial Realm, at the Eightfold Peak, a terrifying chasm compared to the Fourth Realm. They should be able to suppress Ye Chen and his father.

This battle was likely to come to a close.

"Uncle." Ye Lingtian suppressed his injuries and bowed to the two Elders.

"You can step down for now." Ye Xinghua spoke with a heavy tone, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Being at the True Martial Realm's Seventh Realm, he was actually unable to fight back against someone at the Fourth Realm, and ended up seriously injured. It was simply embarrassing.

Ye Lingtian didn't say much, and directly stepped back to the edge of the stage.

Today, he had indeed lost face, but as long as he could kill Ye Chen and his father, even if he lost some face, what did it matter?

"Your Majesty." After Ye Lingtian stepped down, Ye Xinghua and Ye Luochen bowed to the figure on the platform, even as Ye Xinghua's tone carried a hint of disappointment. This battle had turned into such a farce; was the Ye Family really so incompetent?

"End this as soon as possible." Liang Qianlang responded softly, also somewhat disappointed. This farce had evolved to such an extent; had the Ye Family really become so incompetent? And all of this seemed to be due to Ye Chen and his father.

In an instant, the gazes of the two Elders towards Ye Chen and his father became extremely cold, filled with hidden killing intent.

"Ye Feng, for the sake of being fellow members of the Ye Family, I'll let you handle this yourself." Ye Xinghua stared coldly at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression grim and his gaze firm, tinged with disdain.

These were his seniors? His uncles?

They actually wanted him to handle it himself. This scene was so similar to sixteen years ago when he was expelled from the main family.

"Handle it myself?" Ye Chen's eyes narrowed, slits of killing intent oozing out from them. "You dare to ask my father to handle it in front of me. Do you want to die?"

His low voice carried a chilling undertone, clearly audible to everyone, causing them to tremble inwardly. This Ye Chen dared to be so arrogant in the face of a True Martial Realm Eighth Level Peak, was he trying to challenge them?

Ye Xinghua and Ye Luochen exchanged glances, then sneered.

"Do you know what the words 'this seat' mean? How dare you refer to yourself as 'this seat'?" Ye Xinghua sneered.

Imagine a young brat calling himself 'this seat' in front of an elder, how ridiculous.

Not only Ye Xinghua and Ye Luochen, but many others around were also sneering. Especially those from the Crown Prince's camp, all shaking their heads in ridicule. The way they looked at Ye Chen was like they were looking at a dead man.

"Father, these two are for me." Ye Chen ignored Ye Xinghua and Ye Luochen, and looked towards the injured Ye Feng.

Ye Feng had already proven himself by overpowering Ye Lingtian. As for the older generation of the Ye Family, let him deal with them.

"Be careful." Ye Feng didn't refuse.

He believed in Ye Chen's strength, and besides, they had an Imperial Martial behind them. No one in the Xuantian Empire dared to harm them.

"Protect my father." Ye Chen looked at Liu Jiangmo.

"To the death." Liu Jiangmo solemnly responded, waving his hand, and many True Martial experts surrounded Ye Feng, protecting him.

"I'll give you a chance to voluntarily disable one arm, and I'll spare your lives." After Ye Feng stepped down, Ye Chen looked at Ye Xinghua and Ye Luochen with a cold gaze, icy killing intent flowing out from him.

"Disable an arm voluntarily? That's laughable." Ye Xinghua and Ye Luochen shook their heads and sneered, looking at Ye Chen as if he were a fool.

"Whether you come or I come." Ye Luochen spoke up.

"You go ahead." Ye Xinghua said casually.

"I advise you, you better both come at once." Ye Chen's cold voice sounded.

"Hmph, arrogant!"

Ye Luochen stepped forward, his wrist trembling, and a long spear appeared in his hand, the spear tip flashing with cold light, sharp and intimidating.

"Indeed arrogant, but I wonder how long he can last."

"How long? I'm afraid he'll be crushed as soon as they meet. The True Martial Eighth Level Peak is not like those elite members of the Ye Family. Even if Ye Chen's strength is overwhelming, he has no chance of winning."

Many onlookers whispered softly, not optimistic about Ye Chen. They feared that under this one spear, Ye Chen would be destroyed.

"Fengyun Step!"

Just as everyone thought Ye Chen had no way to escape, his figure suddenly turned into a shadow, shifting horizontally in mid-air, and with his strange body shape and speed, he forcibly avoided the spear's attack.

"What kind of footwork is this? It's so terrifying!"

The crowd was shocked and dumbfounded as Ye Chen rose into the air. Even in mid-air, he could change his body shape, like moving through the air, completely defying the rules of martial arts.

This was impossible without Royal Martial Arts, yet Ye Chen was able to do it.

Everyone trembled, and even Ye Feng on the platform widened his eyes in shock.

Was this the true Fengyun Step?