Chapter 390
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“Ye Wushuang killed Zhou Zhe at the restaurant? Is this true?” Sheng Wuwei’s expression was filled with shock.
Who was Zhou Zhe?
He was the fifty-first on the Tengyun List in the Inner Court of Qingyun Academy, a favored son of Grand Marshal Zhou Yuanding. And Ye Wushuang had dared to kill him?
But then, thinking of his own son, Sheng Yuan, whom Ye Wushuang had also killed, Sheng Wuwei decided that there was nothing Ye Wushuang would not dare to do.
“Let’s go too!” Sheng Wuwei declared.
“Master…”
“I will avenge my son just as Zhou Yuanding is avenging his!” Sheng Wuwei snorted. “I want to see how Qingyun Pavilion will stop us this time.”
“Qingyun Pavilion is under the royal family, and so is Zhou Yuanding, the royal grand marshal. Even Princess Qing Mengli would not dare to interfere with Zhou Yuanding. If Qingyun Pavilion stays out of it, our Holy Alchemy Pavilion will step in, and Ye Wushuang will surely die.”
In reality, Sheng Wuwei felt that with Zhou Yuanding’s rage, no one could save Ye Wushuang. And he wanted to witness Ye Wushuang’s demise with his own eyes.
The news spread far and wide. Many people had already found out where the Ye Mansion was and were on their way to watch the spectacle.
Finally, Zhou Yuanding arrived at the entrance of the Ye Mansion in the eastern district, leading a troop of his household soldiers.
“Ye Wushuang, come out here now!” he roared, his voice echoing in all directions.
As a Tengen-level warrior and the first-rank grand marshal of the Qingyun Empire, Zhou Yuanding had been through hundreds of fierce battles, and his entire being was imbued with an aura of combat and authority. Dressed in his armor, standing in front of the Ye Mansion, and radiating the energy of a Tengen-level strongman, it was impossible not to feel intimidated.
“Come out here now!” Zhou Yuanding shouted again. “Don’t think that some mere array can protect you. If you have the guts, hide in the Ye Mansion for the rest of your life.”
After several rounds of Zhou Yuanding’s shouting, the gates of the Ye Mansion finally began to slowly open.
Ye Qingfeng, dressed in a long robe with a cross-collared jacket, stood at the entrance of the Ye Mansion, his face cold as he asked, “Who are you, and why are you making such a fuss in front of my family’s home?”
“Who are you?” Zhou Yuanding snorted.
Someone beside him immediately said, “He is Ye Qingfeng, Ye Wushuang’s third uncle.”
“Oh… I see…” Zhou Yuanding sneered. “The Ye family is not the Ye clan of old, and yet you still try to put on airs here.”
“Ye Wushuang killed my son, Zhou Zhe, at the restaurant. According to the laws of the Qingyun Empire, he must pay for his crime with his life.”
“Don’t think that by showing off at Qingyun Pavilion and winning the favor of the princess, you can act with impunity in the Qingyun Empire.”
“You are not qualified.”
Ye Qingfeng’s expression remained indifferent. The Ye family now relied on Ye Wushuang, and he, being only at the Condensation Pulse realm, was truly insignificant in the capital.
“Then you, Zhou Yuanding, are not qualified to bark in front of my Ye Mansion either.”
A clear voice rang out.
Ye Wushuang, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back and slowly stepped out of the Ye Mansion, his voice ringing out.
In an instant, the surrounding streets, and even the walls of many people’s courtyards, were filled with onlookers. Some warriors at the Yuanfu realm stood in the air, watching from a distance.
Ye Wushuang, the young genius alchemist who had made a name for himself at Qingyun Pavilion a month ago.
Zhou Yuanding, the first-rank grand marshal of the Qingyun Empire.
These two seemingly unrelated figures were now in conflict.
Zhou Yuanding glared coldly at Ye Wushuang, his fists clenched so tightly that they crackled, and he snorted, “Did you kill my son?”
“Yes.”
“Then you are ready to die!” Zhou Yuanding growled. “I will not only kill you but also raze your Ye Mansion to the ground!”
