Chapter Fifty-Four: Wasn't That Too Easy?

Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing were the last to leave the conference room.

Mao Li stepped forward and handed a folder to Yang Ye with both hands. “Inspector Ye, it’s all been investigated. Here’s the list.”

Yang Ye took the folder and glanced through it.

“Thirty-three people in total. There are only one hundred and eight members of the National Parliament; these people make up nearly a third,” Yang Ye said flatly.

Mao Li frowned. “Inspector Ye, these are all Parliament members. More than half come from the old aristocratic families. If we take them out…”

Yang Ye understood Mao Li’s concern and raised his hand. “I know the consequences. Won’t it just cause unrest in Huaxia? I said it live—if they can’t kill me, I’ll wipe out their families! What’s said is said, I’ll see it done! Tell Zhou Hun and the others to be ready. Right after the ‘Dog Slaying Rally’ this afternoon, we act!”

“Yes, sir!” Mao Li saluted Yang Ye and turned to leave.

…

Xiajing Stadium was located at the city’s heart.

Ordinarily, the stadium hosted all kinds of sporting events and was famous throughout Huaxia.

Of course, cultivators were strictly forbidden from participating in any of these sporting events; they were still the domain of ordinary people.

At this time, the Huaxia Super Cup football match was scheduled to take place, but at the Parliament’s directive, the match was postponed.

The stadium, able to hold more than a hundred thousand spectators, was packed to the brim. Many had skipped meals to rush in, all waiting for Inspector Ye’s much-anticipated “Dog Slaying Rally.”

The “Dog Slaying Rally” was a name Yang Ye had come up with offhand, but the words were displayed boldly on the arena’s big screens.

Reporters arriving to cover the event adopted the name as well.

The Hundred-Man Squad from Fusang clearly recognized Huaxia’s script, their faces dark as thunder.

“Baka! This time, we have to kill Ye Tianzu cleanly and efficiently. Once Ye Tianzu is dead, it won’t end there. Huaxia must pay for the many incidents that have befallen our Fusang cultivators lately!”

The away team’s locker rooms and tunnels were packed with cultivators from Fusang. One, at the late Stellar stage, spoke furiously.

“Captain, Huaxia has sent many Stellar cultivators this time—more than twice our number,” another Fusang cultivator said to their leader, Koyo Nakamura, frowning.

Koyo Nakamura replied calmly, “Don’t worry. Huaxia isn’t like our country, always on the brink of sinking. In their relaxed Five Realms, they’re nothing but a loose collection of individuals. They have no real sense of nationhood, only self-interest. Everyone, get ready to risk your lives!”

“Hai!” Over a hundred Fusang cultivators responded in unison.

…

Five minutes to one.

Over a hundred of Huaxia’s Stellar-level powerhouses emerged from the tunnel.

Each wore a blue uniform. After stepping onto the field, they spread out and stood guard along the stadium’s perimeter.

These were the elite sent by Speaker Tian Zhong. Their task wasn’t to fight, but to form a defensive barrier along the edge, preventing stray starforce or weapons from harming the crowd in the stands.

Next, the host took the stage and gave a brief introduction. Then, one hundred and nineteen Fusang cultivators strode out from the away team tunnel.

Each wore a loose white robe, a headband emblazoned with a red circle, and bore an expression of murderous intent.

They were greeted by a chorus of boos and jeers.

Unmoved, the Fusang cultivators took their places at the center of the pitch.

Now, it was time for Yang Ye to make his entrance.

Clad in the red uniform of the Star Martial Administration, a belt at his waist, tall leather boots on his feet, Yang Ye stepped out to a roar of cheers, accompanied by Long Xiaoqing, who wore a black leather outfit and high-heeled boots.

Behind them followed ninety-one Stellar cultivators, gathered from all over Huaxia.

Yang Ye led his group until they stopped about twenty meters from the Fusang squad.

At that moment, the entire stadium fell silent.

“Ye Tianzu, we’ve been waiting for you. Today, we will avenge our fallen compatriots with your life! The one who dared scorn Fusang will pay the price!” Koyo Nakamura stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Yang Ye’s resolute face, his voice cold.

Yang Ye waved impatiently. “Empty words. Your intentions are obvious—even a three-year-old in Huaxia could see through them. I don’t have much time. Let’s get started.”

“Damn, that’s badass!”

“Inspector Ye is truly my idol!”

“He’s gotten smarter this time—not going it alone. Look at the team behind him; they say they’re all Stellar-level experts.”

“Inspector Ye, take down the Fusang dogs and bring glory to Huaxia!”

“Look at the beauty beside Inspector Ye! Isn’t she the one from the internet?”

“Yes! She’s stunning! The photos weren’t edited—such beauty really exists!”

“But where’s the little girl who always accompanied Inspector Ye?”

“Did Inspector Ye abandon her for this new beauty?”

…

Online, the live stream was flooded with comments, quickly focusing on Long Xiaoqing.

Because Long Xiaoqing had changed her “physical form,” many began to criticize Yang Ye for being fickle.

But none of this diminished his towering image of justice in the public eye.

This broadcast wasn’t limited to Huaxia—other countries were receiving the live feed as well.

Yang Ye’s sister, Yang Yu, was sitting on the sofa with her friend Xia Li, watching the live broadcast from Huaxia.

“This Ye Tianzu is so manly!” Xia Li exclaimed, watching Yang Ye’s imposing entrance.

Yang Yu smiled. “You’re still such a hopeless romantic. But look at the beauty beside Inspector Ye.”

“I know! I can’t compare to her,” Xia Li shook her head, then laughed. “How about that Chinese-American Bai Haotian I introduced you to the other day? Satisfied?”

Yang Yu blushed. “Let’s not talk about Mr. Bai. Let’s just watch the broadcast.”

Seeing her expression, Xia Li smiled knowingly, sensing Yang Yu’s thoughts.

“Oh, right!” Xia Li, always chatty, suddenly said, “Don’t you have a younger brother? It’s been so long—he should be visiting you soon, shouldn’t he?”

Yang Yu nodded with a smile.

A few days ago, Yang Ye had called, saying he’d visit her in America soon.

Xia Li prodded, “Your brother isn’t seeing anyone, right? When he comes, I’ll introduce him to a nice girl—I guarantee he’ll like her!”

Yang Yu could only shake her head in resignation. She was about to reply when the big screen showed Yang Ye coming to a halt.

The most exciting part of the live broadcast was about to begin.

…

“Baka!”

The words had barely left Yang Ye’s lips when, from the Fusang squad, a Stellar novice could no longer contain himself. He stormed out, roaring with fury, “Ye Tianzu, you’re arrogant! I, Yamashita Take, will test your skills!”

Yang Ye sneered. “You? Not worth my time. To save us all time, come at me together!”

With that, Yang Ye waved his hand.

The ninety-one Stellar cultivators behind him spread out instantly, forming a ring around the Fusang squad.

The Fusang cultivators, seeing this display, grew visibly tense.

Yang Ye smirked. “Relax. Your opponents are me and my wife, Long Xiaoqing. My people are just here to prevent you from running away in terror.”

With that, he beckoned to Yamashita Take.

“Baka!”

Yamashita Take roared and, in a flash, appeared before Yang Ye, drawing his blade in a slash.

Yang Ye calmly raised his left hand and caught the descending blade, then reached out with his right, grabbing the muscle on Yamashita’s abdomen.

Amid the cries of pain, Yang Ye hoisted Yamashita and slammed him hard into the ground.

With a thunderous crash, Yamashita’s body left a crater in the turf. Blood poured from his orifices; after a few spasms, he was dead.

In a single exchange, Yang Ye had effortlessly dispatched a Stellar-level expert.

Though Yamashita Take was only a novice, the ease with which Yang Ye defeated him was astonishing.