Chapter Forty-Eight: A Complete Sweep!

“Husband, there are five cultivators at the Stellar Realm inside. One is at the mid-stage, and four are at the early stage. The rest are all at the late Planetary Realm. Around the perimeter of the manor, there are over a hundred Meteorite-level guards.”

In the gentle drizzle, Yang Ye and his group lay hidden a mile from the manor. Gazing at the brightly lit estate, Long Xiaoqing whispered, suppressing her voice.

At this distance, as long as they concealed their presence, it was difficult for the enemy to detect them.

Yet Long Xiaoqing could sense the aura of every cultivator within the manor and determine their realms.

Yang Ye smiled. “Our luck is really something! It seems my earlier livestream has put Zhao Fei on alert.”

Staring at Zhao Fei’s manor, Long Xiaoqing’s eyes brimmed with murderous intent. “That’s perfect. We can catch them all in one net!”

“What time is it?”

Yang Ye turned and asked Little Third, who was lying beside him.

Little Third replied, “Patrol Ye, it’s three minutes to eight.”

Yang Ye nodded. “At exactly eight, send out the information Maoli gave you.”

“Understood!” Little Third nodded.

. . .

Inside the manor’s villa, the atmosphere grew tenser with every minute.

Cultivators’ instincts were sharp. Coupled with the rain outside and Zhao Fei’s grim expression, everyone present felt a subtle, ominous premonition, as if an invisible force was pressing down on them.

“Chief Zhao, it’s eight o’clock.”

Yang Haishan glanced at his phone and spoke coolly.

As he spoke, Yang Haishan opened WeVision.

After Yang Ye’s previous livestream, those who received the news waited anxiously, anticipating the outcome.

What Little Third sent to WeVision were a series of video clips.

Most were surveillance footage from roadside cameras, with explanatory text.

Incredibly—

“Chief Zhao, bad news! Ye Tianzu is making a move against us tonight!”

When Yang Haishan saw that the people in the video were the Fusang cultivators sitting opposite them, he leapt to his feet in horror.

Zhao Fei’s heart skipped a beat. He was about to speak when the roar of machine gun fire and shouts of battle erupted outside.

Compared to the previous assault on the Jiang family, the group Yang Ye had brought from prison was much more proactive this time. At Yang Ye’s command, they charged in.

Yang Ye drew the Sunfire Gloves from his storage ring and slipped them on, telling Little Third, “We have a vantage point here. You can film what’s happening in the manor. Stay put and don’t go anywhere.”

With that, Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing stormed into the manor.

Their opponents were five Stellar-level cultivators.

Compared to the Jiang family, this group was much weaker.

The Jiang family had two late-stage Stellar cultivators; now, the strongest, Zhao Fei, was only at the mid-stage.

Moreover, with the Sunfire Gloves, Yang Ye’s combat strength had increased greatly.

As soon as they charged in, Zhao Fei and his group emerged from the villa.

Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing unleashed their full, formidable auras without reservation.

Hmm?

Almost simultaneously, Yang Haishan and Zhao Fei felt a sense of familiarity from Yang Ye’s aura.

But this wasn’t the time to ponder it.

The two charged at Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing.

In the dim light, the four figures collided in an instant.

With a muffled boom, Zhao Fei was sent flying by a single kick from Long Xiaoqing.

There’s little leverage in midair; those kicked aloft by Long Xiaoqing always met a miserable end.

A rapid series of pounding impacts rang out.

In moments, Zhao Fei, suspended in the air, was struck by Long Xiaoqing dozens of times.

Compared to the early-stage Stellar cultivator on the Fusang, Zhao Fei proved surprisingly resilient.

However, by the time Long Xiaoqing let him drop, he was utterly incapacitated.

Yang Ye had ordered that they keep him alive, so Long Xiaoqing didn’t finish him off.

Seeing Zhao Fei—stronger than any of them—defeated in a single exchange, the five Fusang cultivators scattered in all directions.

“Hmph!”

Long Xiaoqing snorted coldly and leapt after them.

Meanwhile, the battle between Yang Ye and Yang Haishan had also reached its conclusion.

In their exchange, Yang Haishan unleashed more than a dozen palm strikes, all landing on Yang Ye.

To Yang Haishan’s astonishment, after taking over ten consecutive blows, Yang Ye merely swayed and remained unscathed.

With a single punch, Yang Ye sent Yang Haishan crashing to the ground, blood spurting from his mouth.

“Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut…”

Watching Yang Haishan lying injured on the ground, Yang Ye muttered to himself as he removed the Sunfire Gloves.

Without the additional pressure from the gloves, Yang Ye’s speed surged as he darted after one of the fleeing Fusang cultivators.

The gravely wounded Yang Haishan and Zhao Fei were quickly bound by Zhou Hun’s men.

Over ten minutes later, Long Xiaoqing returned with three heads in hand.

By then, the battle within the manor was over; every cultivator had been wiped out.

Not seeing Yang Ye, Zhou Hun exchanged a look with his squad members.

They understood his meaning at once.

They’d done this before, back in Xiajing.

A dozen men rushed into the villa.

Moments later, screams echoed from inside.

Over ten minutes later, Yang Ye returned, carrying two heads.

“Those two were surprisingly fast!”

Yang Ye threw the heads down, looking disgruntled.

Long Xiaoqing beamed. “Husband, you’re already amazing!”

Before Yang Ye returned, the severely injured Yang Haishan and Zhao Fei had already been taken to a room in the villa.

In the brightly lit room, the two men lay on the floor, faces ashen.

They both knew how ruthless Ye Tianzu was; he would never spare them.

“Chief Zhao, this is all your fault. If not for you, that Ye fellow wouldn’t have set his sights on us!”

Facing imminent death, Yang Haishan was bitter and resentful, glaring at Zhao Fei with hatred.

Compared to Yang Haishan, Zhao Fei was even more seriously injured, unable to speak.

Hearing Yang Haishan’s words, Zhao Fei only curled his lips in a bitter smile and closed his eyes.

Victory and defeat—what’s left to say?

Suddenly, the door creaked open.

A group entered.

Upon entering the room, Yang Ye glanced at the two men on the floor and waved his hand.

Zhou Hun and the others who followed him inside withdrew immediately, leaving only Long Xiaoqing behind.

Yang Ye stripped off his clothes and, with a thought, stepped out of his wooden body avatar.

At the sudden sight of Yang Ye, Yang Haishan and Zhao Fei’s eyes widened in shock.

Yang Ye retrieved a black robe from his storage ring, draped it over himself, tied his belt, and smiled. “Yang Haishan, Zhao Fei, I bet you never expected it—Inspector Ye is none other than Yang Ye, and Yang Ye is Inspector Ye.”

At his words, a wry smile crossed Zhao Fei’s face.

Yang Haishan, on the other hand, was consumed by regret.

Looking at Yang Ye’s youthful, handsome face, he was suddenly seized by a strange emotion.

“Little Ye, your second uncle knows he won’t leave here alive, and you won’t spare Le’er and Yao either. Still, I’m proud that our Yang family produced a genius like you. I’m sorry, Little Ye. I’m sorry, big brother.”

With that, Yang Haishan painfully fished a black USB drive from his pocket and held it out to Yang Ye. “This is the Yang family’s inheritance. It’s rightfully yours. I’m returning it to you now.”

Yang Ye didn’t take it; Long Xiaoqing stepped forward and snatched it from Yang Haishan’s hand.

Yang Haishan gave Yang Ye a long, searching look, then coughed a few times. Suddenly, his eyes flew wide as a muffled bang sounded within him.

His head lolled to the side—dead.

He’d used the last of his star power to shatter his own organs.

Clenching his fists and gritting his teeth, Yang Ye stared at Yang Haishan’s corpse. “Don’t think this will move me to mercy and make me spare Yang Le and Yang Yao. In this world, my only family is Xiaoqing and my master!”

With that, Yang Ye quickly donned his wooden body avatar and left the room.

As Yang Ye exited, Long Xiaoqing kicked Zhao Fei in the forehead, ending his life.

Leaving the room, Yang Ye gathered his subordinates and said calmly, “What comes next is beyond you. After you finish what I assigned you, wait for my notice before regrouping in Xiajing.”

“But Inspector Ye…” Zhou Hun frowned.

Before he could finish, Yang Ye cut him off. “Relax! I can handle Fusang’s hundred-man squad myself. As for livestreaming an airplane fight, that’s not my style!”

Laughter rang out.