"Prince Wan Yan is right, with so many of us here, are we still afraid of this young man?"

"Even if the Five Uniques were here, they wouldn't dare to speak like this. Ye, you're not one of the Five Uniques, do you really think you're Invincible Under the Heavens?"

"Hurry up and hand over those two from the Huangfu Household and then destroy your own martial arts, maybe we'll spare your life."

"Why waste words with him? Let's all attack together, kill him, and then deal with those two from the Huangfu Household!"

Prince Wan Yan's words immediately stirred a wave of support from those behind, each challenging Ye Qing and pressuring him to hand over the Huangfu siblings.

Facing the pressure from so many people, even the Sha Men's expressions changed slightly. They knew that if these four or five hundred people joined forces, forget about them being all martial arts experts, even if none of them had martial arts, they'd be hard to deal with.

"Ye brothers..." Cui Yu called Ye Qing softly.

Before Cui Yu could finish, Ye Qing's voice suddenly reached his ears: "No need to worry, you take the siblings and leave first, I'm here."

Cui Yu was stunned; he hadn't even seen Ye Qing open his mouth, how did this voice reach him? And looking at the expressions of those around, they clearly hadn't heard Ye Qing's words. Could it be that Ye Qing's voice was only audible to him? How was this possible?

Cui Yu had been with the Bloody Monk for some time and knew that when Inner Strength reached a certain level, one could condense one's voice into a line and transmit it to others' ears. Could it be that Ye Qing used this method? But just how strong was Ye Qing's Inner Strength to achieve this?

As Cui Yu was in shock, Ye Qing had already turned his head. He ignored the shouting crowd, just coldly looked at Prince Wan Yan and said in a deep voice, "Wan Yan Zong, so you're planning to fight me?"

Confronted with Ye Qing's overwhelming presence, even Prince Wan Yan was slightly startled. However, relying on the many people behind him, he didn't show weakness and loudly responded, "Of course I want to fight you, but not just me alone, everyone here is going to fight you!"

Ye Qing coldly laughed, "So what you're saying is, you're actually afraid of me and don't dare to fight me one-on-one, right?"

"With so many of us here, do we need to fight you one-on-one?" Prince Wan Yan said shamelessly, "Ye, one-on-one is too time-consuming, everyone's time is precious, let's not waste it here. Now, I'm giving you two options, first, all of us go at you, kill you. Second, you destroy your own martial arts and hand over those two from the Huangfu Household, and we might spare your life. Otherwise..."

"No need to speak any further..." Ye Qing directly interrupted Wan Yan's words, coldly saying, "Prince Wan Yan, don't you know there's a saying about the gun striking the bird that sticks its head out?"

Before Ye Qing's words had fallen, he suddenly stomped on the ground, his entire body shooting towards Prince Wan Yan like a cannonball.

"Stick to the Mountain!" Prince Wan Yan's complexion changed dramatically, exclaiming as he dashed to the side. He wasn't stupid; he had just seen Zhou Junhan be hit to death by Ye Qing's Stick to the Mountain, which had been extremely shocking to him. Even though he was stronger than Zhou Junhan, he didn't want to suffer this hit.

According to the force that Ye Qing used to kill Zhou Junhan, Wan Yan knew clearly if this hit landed on him, even if it didn't kill him, it would seriously injure him!

Prince Wan Yan's strength was much greater than Zhou Junhan's, and even slightly stronger than Huang Yi's. Ye Qing's charge, he actually dodged. However, before he had a chance to be happy, a large hand had already seized his collar and flipped him to the ground.

It turned out, after missing with the Stick to the Mountain, Ye Qing took another step forward, caught up with Wan Yan, and grabbed him back.

The people around witnessed Ye Qing's change of move, and they all couldn't help but gasp. Most present were masters, and they knew how difficult it was to stop in mid-move and turn around to chase, unless one's strength reached a certain level, to make power so controllable. Ye Qing's strength was too terrifying!

Prince Wan Yan was powerful, but compared to Ye Qing at this moment, he was far inferior. After all, Ye Qing's Inner Strength was the accumulation of Northern Fist King Li Changqing's decades of effort, comparable to the Five Uniques. Comparing Prince Wan Yan to one of the Five Uniques, was there any comparison?

In Ye Qing's hand, Prince Wan Yan was like a toy. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape Ye Qing's grasp, just like a rabbit caught by a hunter.

"Let go of our Family Head!" Prince Wan Yan's eight Supreme Elders roared in unison, charging out from the crowd. Five attacked Ye Qing, while three rushed towards Prince Wan Yan to rescue him.

"Seeking death!" A cold gleam flashed in Ye Qing's eyes as he grabbed Prince Wan Yan and forcefully tossed him into the air, throwing him over ten meters high.

The eight Supreme Elders didn't expect Ye Qing to do this, each looking a bit surprised. At that moment, however, Ye Qing charged directly at them, delivering eight punches in succession.

These eight Supreme Elders weren't weak. Seeing Ye Qing strike, they quickly moved to block and counter. However, Ye Qing's techniques were extremely exquisite, and with a casual flick of his wrist, he dissolved their attacks, allowing his punches to land unobstructed. In just a few breaths, Ye Qing had punched each of the eight Supreme Elders, causing them all to almost simultaneously retreat from his side.

At this time, Prince Wan Yan also fell from the height. Yet, Ye Qing didn't catch him but let him fall to the ground, then stepped on his shoulder, pinning Prince Wan Yan beneath his foot.

"Wing Chun! It's Wing Chun!"

A man in the distance shouted in surprise, causing the faces of the surrounding crowd to change instantly. These people were all top-level masters and could tell that the techniques Ye Qing used against the eight Supreme Elders were passed down from Southern Fist King Shen Tianjun's Wing Chun.

Bajiquan is fierce and domineering, but Wing Chun is intricate and marvelous. Compared to Bajiquan, Wing Chun is more suitable for close combat. It wasn't that the combined forces of the eight Supreme Elders were inferior to Ye Qing, but their techniques weren't as exquisite as Ye Qing's Wing Chun, which led to their disadvantage. However, Ye Qing's strength was also weakened as he delivered blows to eight people, so these eight merely took a few steps back, their qi and blood slightly agitated, but they weren't seriously injured.

Even so, Ye Qing's strike shocked the whole venue. Grabbing Prince Wan Yan with one move and in a few breaths simultaneously repelling eight top-level masters, who could not be convinced? Who dared not to be convinced!

Ye Qing stood with one foot on Prince Wan Yan, the other on the ground, his face stern, scanning the crowd with a deep voice, "Who dares to fight!"

The people at the front, seeing Ye Qing's imposing presence, were inwardly startled; some even retreated quietly. There was no way around it; Ye Qing's aura was simply too overwhelming.

In fact, Ye Qing wasn't in a good condition himself. A moment ago, to repel the eight Supreme Elders in one go, Ye Qing had exerted all his strength, pushing his power and speed to the limit. Though he managed to drive them back, the meridians within his body began to faintly ache, almost as if they were going to burst. This alarmed Ye Qing; it seemed his meridians, though unblocked, were still very fragile and couldn't withstand such powerful strength. If he continued to exert his full strength like this, his body's meridians would rupture again!

Therefore, at this moment, Ye Qing truly dared not to confront these people head-on anymore. He only wanted to let the people from Sha Men and the Huangfu Household leave here first, to ensure their lives. As for avenging Huangfu Ziyu, Ye Qing had remembered the faces of everyone present; he would seek them out one by one for revenge, rather than fighting desperately here now.

The other people on the scene dared not move, but the eight Supreme Elders were different. They had calmed their agitated qi and blood, saw Prince Wan Yan trampled under Ye Qing, and were instantly furious, roaring, "Release our Family Head!"

"Everyone attack together, let's kill this demon!"

"Yes, there are so many of us, why should we fear him? Everyone attack together, and he's bound to die!"

"If everyone doesn't join in, we'll be defeated one by one by this kid, and then there really won't be any hope for survival!"

The eight Supreme Elders shouted loudly, calling on the people present to help them deal with Ye Qing. Most of the people on the scene were also persuaded, starting to slowly approach Ye Qing, intending to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

Seeing the situation, Ye Qing felt somewhat anxious. If these people really rushed him together, he couldn't stop them all by himself.

Just then, from behind Ye Qing came a sudden roar, and a blood-covered man crazily lunged at him.

With his current abilities, Ye Qing's six senses far exceeded the usual, so he had already sensed the commotion behind him. He slightly turned to the side, dodging the man, and simultaneously reached out, grabbing his clothes and pressing him to the ground. The attacker was none other than Huang Yidao, whose arms Ye Qing had severed!

"Huang Yidao, you truly don't know when to quit!" Ye Qing's expression turned icy, as he growled, "I spared your life after severing your arms, and you still dare to ambush me. It seems today I must ensure you don't survive!"

"You severed my arms, how is that different from killing me!" Huang Yidao lay on the ground, bloodied and deranged, shouting madly, "Ye, you and I are enemies unto death. Even if you kill me, I, Mr. Huang, will return as a vengeful spirit to haunt you forever, never letting you be at peace!"

"Then I will make sure you can't even become a ghost!" Ye Qing roared, stepping forward to crush Huang Yidao's throat. Huang Yidao struggled a few times but couldn't break free, eventually expiring, his body ceasing movement.

Seeing Ye Qing kill Huang Yidao, the gathered crowd was utterly terrified, those who were about to attack Ye Qing hesitated again. Ye Qing now wasn't just powerful, he was also fiercely bloodthirsty. If he were truly provoked to kill, how many would die?