?37: Chapter 37: Within Ten Steps, Everyone is an Enemy 37: Chapter 37: Within Ten Steps, Everyone is an Enemy All the distinguished guests who had come to celebrate the Ye Family’s longevity were figures of extraordinary status, any one of whom could cause a major tremor in Xia Country with just a stomp of a foot.

    But there’s an old saying that goes,

    “When a common man is angered, blood splatters within five steps; within ten steps, everyone is an enemy of the state.”

    The meaning of this saying is that even if you wield the power of a whole country and have unparalleled authority, within ten steps, a commoner could take your life.

    Moreover, Ye Xuan was no commoner.

    In his eyes, unless you were among the legendary Immortals, everyone present was no different from ants.

    The guests present were all old hands at navigating the world, and they understood their current situation very well.

    Hesitation painted their faces, as the thought of retreating had clearly taken root in their hearts.

    Before these guests could decide their next move, dozens of Ancient Martial Artists took the lead.

    “My apologies, Elder Ye, we are no match for him.

    We take our leave!” A few Ancient Martial Artists apologized to Ye Canghai with shame in their eyes, and with swift leaps and bounds, they swiftly departed the Ye family compound.

    “Elder Ye, here’s the entire 30 million returned to you.

    Please, take care of yourself,” said a Hua Realm master with a shake of the head and a cold laugh, before heading straight for the door.

    The 30 million was tempting, but when it came to their own lives, there was no question about the choice.

    Dozens of Ancient Martial Artists, leaving in twos and threes, could not muster even a shred of fighting spirit in the face of a terrifying person who could crush Gu Yaobang with ease.

    The atmosphere was dead silent, heavy with tension.

    The expressions of Ye Canghai and his son were extremely ugly.

    Although they inwardly cursed the shameless conduct of these Ancient Martial Artists, the pressing problem was how to deal with the trouble at hand.

    “Young man, let’s be merciful where we can.

    After all, you’re a descendant of the Ye Family.

    Why don’t we sit down and talk?” An influential political figure stepped forward, with a smile on his face.

    “Who are you?” Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed as he asked.

    “Let me introduce myself.

    I am an Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Li...”

    Shick!

    A spray of blood, a head falling to the ground.

    Before the man could finish his sentence, the so-called Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Revenue was beheaded by Ye Xuan on the spot, collapsing to the ground as a headless corpse.

    “Hiss!”

    A collective gasp of shock escaped from the mouths of the guests present.

    Their expressions were filled with fear, and no one dared to stand up for the Ye Family anymore.

    The look in their eyes as they gazed at Ye Xuan was now one of pure terror.

    “I’m giving you ten breaths to leave.

    If you don’t, you’ll never need to leave again.”

    Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed, and a faint blood light emanated from his body, as a tremendously terrifying killing intent erupted.

    Clearly, he was not just speaking rhetorically—he truly harbored a desire to kill.

    “Elder Ye, we are powerless to help today; please forgive us,” another political figure bowed and took his leave, not wasting another word as he led his family straight out the door.

    Once one person took the lead, the silent fear instantly magnified, with more guests taking their leave.

    The faces of the Ye Family members grew paler, and their gazes towards Ye Xuan were filled with terror.

    “Ye Xuan, you little bastard, even if you are an Ancient Martial Grandmaster, do you really think you can bully the Ye Family?”

    Tap, tap, tap!

    Sounds of footsteps approached from outside the door, and Ye Hanchuan could be seen leading over a hundred armed guards into the Ye Family compound.

    These guards were fully equipped with guns and ammunition, clearly well-trained.

    “Shoot him down for me.”

    Without any superfluous words, Ye Hanchuan roared angrily.

    Over a hundred guards gripped their submachine guns, squeezed the triggers, and the tearing blaze shot towards Ye Xuan.

    Ratatata!

    Uncountable bullets whistled through the air, and over a hundred tongues of flame wreaked havoc.

    Faced with modern heavy weaponry, Ye Xuan wore a cold smile, showing absolute disdain.

    “Kill!”

    Yama seizes lives, the Netherworld King harvests souls.

    Ye Xuan’s sword swept out, instantly cleaving over a dozen guards in two, massive amounts of fresh blood spraying into the air.

    The thick stench of blood pervaded the entire Ye Family courtyard.

    Limbs and torsos strewn about, blood flowed into rivers.

    Ye Xuan seemed to transform into an Asura from the Netherworld, the dead floating before him, adding to the horror that highlighted his presence under the reflection of blood on the ground.

    “Why...

    why has it come to this?”

    “Is he...

    is he even human?”

    Ye Hanchuan trembled all over, watching as over a hundred guards perished in rapid succession.

    His soul seemed lost, utterly shocked by Ye Xuan’s terrifying methods.

    Boom!

    The void exploded, the air popped.

    As over a hundred guards lay dead, the air thick with the acrid smell of blood, Ye Xuan stepped towards Ye Hanchuan.

    Only when the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword pressed against Ye Hanchuan’s throat did he suddenly snap back to awareness.

    “Xuan... Xuan’er... don’t...

    don’t kill me... I’m your second uncle!”

    Thump!

    As death truly approached, Ye Hanchuan collapsed onto the ground, his eyes filled with unstoppable fear as he looked at the murderous Ye Xuan, pitifully pleading for his life.

    “Ye Xuan, stop it, you’ve killed enough people.

    No matter what resentment you hold against the Ye Family, he is your own second uncle.”

    Xia Qingzhu’s complexion was pale, her eyes brimming with tears.

    She hurried towards Ye Xuan, and with her arms embracing him from behind, Ye Xuan’s ferocious expression gradually softened.

    Heaven and Earth fell silent, not a sound to be heard.

    As Xia Qingzhu tightly embraced Ye Xuan, Ye Hanchuan saw a glimmer of hope for life in her eyes, his gaze filled with gratitude.

    Ye Hanchuan knew that Ye Xuan and Xia Qingzhu had once been childhood sweethearts.

    If anyone present could stop Ye Xuan, it was most likely Xia Qingzhu.

    “Ye Xuan, Qingzhu begs you, let go of the hatred in your heart,” Xia Qingzhu embraced Ye Xuan tightly, her voice coming through choked sobs.

    “Let go?”

    “How can I let go?” Ye Xuan’s ferocity was gone, his complexion returning to calm.

    “Come home with me, let us return to the past, and from now on, let’s not bother with these rights and wrongs,” Xia Qingzhu softly pleaded.

    “Ye Xuan, my noble nephew, Uncle has been too harsh on you in the past, it was my fault.

    Today you’ve killed Nangong Yun, and there are the lives of over a hundred from the Ye Family, why not just let go now?” Xia Tiejun also spoke up to comfort him.

    Seeing the scene unfold before him, Ye Canghai’s expression shifted.

    He quickly spoke out, “Grandson, all the mistakes are on your grandfather, please quell your thunderous rage.”

    After saying these words, Ye Canghai vigorously signaled to Ye Canghao, which left Ye Canghao feeling humiliated but he still suppressed his anger and forced a smile at Ye Xuan, “There isn’t a hurdle between father and son that we can’t get over.

    Dad has wronged you and your mother for all these years; here, I am apologizing to you.”

    Pffft!

    Icy light flashed, blood sprayed.

    Just as everyone thought Ye Xuan was about to change his mind, the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword pierced Ye Hanchuan’s throat.

    As Ye Xuan withdrew the Demon Sword, a large amount of blood flowed from his throat and Ye Hanchuan became a cold corpse, drifting at Ye Xuan’s feet.

    “Why... why... he was your second uncle?” Staring at the scene before her, Xia Qingzhu spoke in a daze.

    Suddenly turning around, Ye Xuan casually pushed Xia Qingzhu away, making her stumble and fall to the ground.

    Ye Xuan looked down indifferently at the woman below, a cruel smile hooking on the corner of his mouth.