Chapter 74 The Arrogant Lin Yue
Silence, endless silence!
The entire hall, including Tang Wanyue above, was enveloped in a collective hush.
Five Beidou-level masters.
In an instant, Ye Tian slew them all with a single move!
Were they truly masters of the Beidou realm, or was Ye Tian still concealing his strength, perhaps possessing the legendary Martial Sovereign cultivation?
A faint gulp echoed through the venue, igniting everyone’s emotions.
Terror, utter terror!
The five Beidou masters of the White Tiger Society had been annihilated by Ye Tian in the blink of an eye!
Such an explosive revelation, if it spread throughout the Dragon Nation, would be met with disbelief by most—indeed, even those present found themselves questioning their own senses, wondering if they were hallucinating...
“Oh, there’s one more.”
Ye Tian strode forward, slowly approaching the cluster of White Tiger Society members. The remaining remnants scattered in panic, like birds startled by a bowstring.
Only Li Shuze remained, standing frozen like a statue.
“No, don’t!”
Li Shuze’s numb eyes betrayed boundless terror.
He was still alive; though his body could not move, his consciousness persisted, and he had witnessed everything Ye Tian had just done.
The five guardian elders of the Li family, slain in a single strike!
It meant no one could protect him any longer!
“He’s going to kill me, he’s going to kill me!”
Li Shuze howled and sobbed inwardly, powerless to prevent Ye Tian’s approach.
Then, the blade glowing with white light expanded in his vision.
Suddenly, the world spun chaotically!
Before his consciousness faded, Li Shuze glimpsed his own rigid body.
A sharp intake of breath rippled through the crowd. Staring at Ye Tian’s retreating figure, no one felt the ease of spectators anymore.
Especially those families and merchants closely tied to the White Tiger Society—their hearts hung suspended, not daring even to breathe.
“That’s enough. I have no patience to drag this out.”
Ye Tian sheathed his blade and spoke calmly.
…
The Azure Dragon Association’s auction had devolved into a bizarre farce; the five guardian elders of the White Tiger Society were slain on the spot, and Li Shuze, the sole heir to the leader, was decapitated.
This shocking news swiftly traveled through various channels.
Unfortunately, as it was a secret auction, the Azure Dragon Association had not invited any media, so all circulating reports lacked photographs.
Moreover, the leader of the White Tiger Society suppressed trending topics.
Thus, to the outside world, the story seemed like mere rumor and fabrication, sparking little public uproar.
Meanwhile, the protagonist, Ye Tian, had already boarded a car, racing toward the Li family estate!
Just moments ago, Ye Tian opened his phone and saw a message that filled him with fury.
“Lin Yue sent men to invade the Li residence, insulted my father—Ye Tian, help me!”
A single sentence, yet fraught with countless implications!
“Drive faster!”
Ye Tian frowned, seeing the speedometer already at 120 kilometers per hour.
“Yes, master!”
The driver was none other than Xiao Yun, one of the twin sisters gifted to Ye Tian by Zhu Feng.
At the first moment Ye Tian read the message, Xiao Yun had sensibly brought around a sports car, speeding him away.
“Master, do you truly not wish to intervene regarding your fiancée?”
Xiao Yun pressed the accelerator, maneuvering the luxury vehicle recklessly through the streets, yet still found time for conversation.
“No need. She’s making things up; there’s no engagement between me and that woman.” Ye Tian sighed deeply, his voice somber.
Though anxious, he refused to vent his frustration on others—especially as Xiao Yun was so understanding. Without her, he might still be detained by Gu Qing’er, answering endless questions.
“So, General Tang only said that for the sake of the Black Tortoise Head?”
“Mm.”
Ye Tian nodded.
Only now did he realize he’d been used as a tool by Gu Qing’er and Tang Wanyue; the Gu family and Tang Zhen’guo were old friends.
Gu Qing’er had come for the Black Tortoise Head, ultimately intending to present it to that old man!
“I’ll settle accounts with them another day. Today, I have more important matters.”
“Faster!” he commanded.
“Yes!”
…
The Li Residence.
The antique-style parlor was now in utter chaos.
Fine wooden floors had been shattered; dozens of servants lay unconscious across the ground.
A buzz-cut young man with an earring lounged on the sofa, a Lotus cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes narrowed. He was surrounded by a line of martial grandmasters.
“Uncle Li, I’ve already given you a chance.”
The young man spat his cigarette onto the floor, rising slowly. He walked to the opposite sofa and looked down at the pale-faced Li Shanhe.
“I told you, you had one month. If you’d sent Qingqing to the Lin family as my bride, I promised not to make things difficult for you.”
“Not only that, our Lin family would have fully supported yours.”
“We would make the Li family a top-tier clan in Central Capital!”
“But you’ve disappointed me greatly!”
Lin Yue sneered, then turned to Li Muqing, who sat rigidly nearby. “And you—why can’t you be sensible and obediently undress for my bed?”
“Get lost!”
Li Muqing turned her face away, refusing even a glance.
She never imagined that simply meeting Lin Yue once at a banquet—being asked her birthdate by him—would bring such calamity.
Just a month ago, Li Muqing had accompanied her mother to a business conference and accidentally bumped into Lin Yue, the young master from Yangcheng.
He was frail and sickly, but Li Muqing’s collision sent him sprawling.
Lin Yue was not angry; instead, he showered her with honeyed words and asked her birthday.
Upon learning it, his face lit up, and he immediately issued an ultimatum:
“One month from now is my twenty-fourth birthday.”
“I’m giving the Li family one month—Li Muqing must come to marry me!”
At his words, the Li mother and daughter laughed, thinking this spoiled heir fancied himself a crown prince, daring to be so tyrannical.
Who could have guessed that a month later, Lin Yue would storm the Li residence, beat and reward family members and servants, and forcibly imprison them in the parlor!
“Get lost? Heh, on the sofa?”
Lin Yue’s mouth curled into a lascivious sneer, and he reached out, attempting to undo the button on Li Muqing’s blouse.
“Lin Yue, if you dare touch Muqing, Ye Tian will not forgive you!”
Yin Hui Juan, her face battered and bruised, sat slumped on the floor, her gaze fierce.
To protect her barely recovered husband, Yin Hui Juan had fought like a wild woman—only to be beaten and pinned down.
Yet as a mother and wife, she refused to yield.