Zhao Family Manor, villa district, under strict lockdown.

The wind rustles ominously, and everything seems like a threat!

The old master has gone to meet the King of Jiangnan, leaving Zhao Chengzhong in charge of guarding the Zhao family. Over five hundred enforcers have all been summoned back by him.

Various leaders from different establishments and entertainment venues, who have been nurtured by the Zhao family for years, have also returned.

At this moment, the Zhao family is in trouble, and they have all come back.

Zhao Chengzhong looked at the million-dollar watch on his wrist and frowned, "It's been 59 minutes since Ye Beichen's one-hour deadline, and Dad hasn't returned yet. What if Ye Beichen comes..."

"Sir, you're overthinking it."

"That Ye Beichen is just threatening the Zhao family."

"Someone like him dares to storm the Zhao Family Manor? Impossible."

"This place is a dragon's den and a tiger's lair. If he dares to break in, he'll guarantee he won't leave alive!" Several leaders of the entertainment venues laughed.

"Bang——!"

Just as they finished speaking, a loud noise erupted from the entrance of the Zhao Family Manor. A pitch-black coffin from the hotel flew into the courtyard like the Grim Reaper.

"Clang!"

Deafening, countless members of the Zhao family rushed out.

Ye Beichen, like a god of death, stepped into the Zhao family gate: "The hour is up, can the Zhao family give me a perfect answer?"

"Ye Beichen, you have some nerve, really daring to come to the Zhao family?" Zhao Chengzhong stepped out, and upon seeing Ye Beichen, his eye twitched involuntarily.

But this was the Zhao family, giving him endless courage.

"Kid, you have some nerve, coming to the Zhao family to cause trouble?"

"Are you tired of living? Kneel down now!"

"How dare you! Bringing a coffin to the Zhao family, do you know this is a capital offense?" Several leaders of the entertainment venues beside Zhao Chengzhong sneered.

They were used to being arrogant and had no idea how terrifying Ye Beichen was.

"Annoying."

Ye Beichen spat out one words, lifted his foot, and kicked a few small stones from the ground.

These stones flew through the air, piercing through the heads of the entertainment venue leaders.

"Ah..."

"Murder..." The Zhao family's women were so frightened they collapsed to the ground.

"Take him down!"

Zhao Chengzhong's voice turned cold, and over five hundred well-trained enforcers drew axes from their waists and charged at Ye Beichen.

"Bang bang bang bang——!"

A series of earth-shattering explosions, the sound of bones shattering, and the enforcers' screams echoed.

Zhao Chengzhong was stunned!

Because he witnessed the Zhao family's trained enforcers being flung out like dead dogs, and when the dust settled, only a bloody path remained.

Over five hundred subordinates lay on the ground, wailing.

Ye Beichen stood there as if nothing had happened, surveying everyone in the Zhao family: "Someone wiped out my Ye family of three, and your Zhao family is an accomplice. Starting with you! If Old Master Zhao doesn't appear in a minute, I'll kill one person."

Ye Beichen took a step forward, instantly appearing in front of Zhao Chengzhong, reaching for his throat.

"The first one."

"Crack."

With a crisp sound, Zhao Chengzhong's neck was crushed, and he died instantly.

His eyes bulged, and he uttered his last words: "If I had known... if I had known, I should have run first..."

In his heart, he was still dreaming of the Zhao family's rise, unaware that the Zhao family was doomed.

"Chengzhong!!!"

As Zhao Chengzhong fell, Old Master Zhao's voice echoed in his ears. This old man, who once dominated Jiangnan before retiring, walked into the Zhao family gate, furious and heartbroken.

He had only two sons at home, and a daughter married in Jinling.

Now, both sons were dead, and his grandson Zhao Tai was also killed by Ye Beichen, leaving the Zhao family completely extinct.

"Ye Beichen, I want you dead!!!" Old Master Zhao could no longer contain himself, screaming madly.

"Clatter——!"

Then, a large group of armored warriors rushed in, numbering five to six thousand.

They held weapons, surrounding the entire Zhao family, leaving no gaps.

"Bold boy, you have some nerve, killing noble clan members on the King of Jiangnan's territory." An extremely cold voice came.

"Hehehe, Zhang Heilong, that useless man, died at your hands, didn't he?" Another woman's voice echoed.

A man and a woman, clad in armor, walked into the courtyard.

Both were high-level martial artists, among the thirty Imperial Guard commanders under the King of Jiangnan.

Besides them, another man stood with his hands behind his back, strolling leisurely.

When Ye Beichen saw this man, his blood boiled, and his anger erupted like a volcano.

He would never forget this man's face, even in his dreams!

This was the man who stormed into his Ye family, struck his elder brother's chest with a palm, and after his parents pushed Ye Beichen out the window, they also perished.

"The deaths of my parents and brother are indeed related to the King of Jiangnan!!!" Ye Beichen gritted his teeth.

"Unexpected, a fish that slipped through the net five years ago has grown to this extent." The high-level martial artist stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at Ye Beichen.

"Giggle, so young, growing with hatred to this point, wouldn't it be a pity to kill him?" The female commander chuckled.

"Worshipper Hong, two commanders, please kill this villain!!!"

Old Master Zhao raved.

This Worshipper Hong, along with the two Imperial Guard commanders, were the people he invited to kill Ye Beichen after meeting the King of Jiangnan.

Six thousand Imperial Guards, two peak-level martial artists, and a peak-level worshipper, killing Ye Beichen was like taking something out of a bag.

Ye Beichen pointed to the coffin placed in the center of the courtyard:"This coffin will bury the murderers of my parents.

Bury Zhao Erchen, bury Zhao Tai.

Bury Old Master Zhao.

Bury the entire Zhao family.

And also bury—the King of Jiangnan!"

"How dare you!" Worshipper Hong's face darkened, letting out a lion's roar, stepping forward to attack Ye Beichen.

"Kill!"

Ye Beichen shouted, throwing a punch at the approaching Worshipper Hong.

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"Bang!"

A crisp sound of bones shattering echoed, Worshipper Hong screamed and flew out, his entire arm shattered, lying on the ground like a dead dog, wailing in pain.

"You... a Martial Grandmaster..." Worshipper Hong was horrified, his scalp tingling.

"Bang!"

Ye Beichen stepped forward, stomping Worshipper Hong's head to pieces.

"You!!!"

The male and female Imperial Guard commanders were terrified, looking at Ye Beichen in shock.

This was a worshipper by the King of Jiangnan's side, a peak-level martial artist, the ace instructor of ten thousand Imperial Guards, and he died just like that?

"All troops attack, kill him!"

The two Imperial Guard commanders shouted, ordering Ye Beichen's execution.

"Buzz——!"

Ye Beichen stepped forward, arriving in front of them, extending both hands, slapping down forcefully.

"Poof! Poof!"

Blood gushed from their seven orifices, their helmets exploded, and their bodies fell straight down.

Two peak-level Imperial Guard commanders were killed by Ye Beichen just like that.

Seeing this, the six thousand Imperial Guards froze, and Ye Beichen's voice echoed: "You all have families, if you want to die, come and kill me! Otherwise, get lost!"

Tiger's roar and dragon's chant.

The aura Ye Beichen unleashed was unstoppable even by the six thousand Imperial Guards, who fled in panic, abandoning their armor, rushing out of the Zhao family gate.

Their leaders were slapped to death, and their morale was shattered.

One sentence drove away six thousand Imperial Guards!

Old Master Zhao fell to the ground, pointing at Ye Beichen: "You... you..."

'You' for a long time, only endless fear in his eyes, unable to utter another word.

"Were my parents' deaths related to the King of Jiangnan?" Ye Beichen asked coldly.

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