The fourth man in a black leather jacket walked up to Ye Luo, with a cruel smile on his face, cracking his knuckles loudly as a surge of fierce energy pulsed through him.

"I’ve always treated others the way they treat me. Are you sure you want to make a move against me? Honestly, I really don’t like using force; it’s too discordant."

Ye Luo curled his lip, looking at the fourth man with a playful expression.

Whoosh!

The fourth man’s sinister eyes narrowed, and with a step, his body instantly appeared in front of Ye Luo as his hands, clad in black gloves, grabbed for Ye Luo’s shoulders.

Had he caught him, the strength in the fourth man’s hands were enough to shatter Ye Luo’s shoulders and render his arms useless—a deed he had done many times before.

But he had vastly underestimated Ye Luo’s strength and, because of that, his outcome was inevitably tragic.

The next second, just as Yang Meili was waiting for the fourth man to disable Ye Luo’s hands, her expression froze in shock.

Suddenly, Ye Luo’s hands had seized the fourth man’s gloved hands tightly, rendering him unable to move, and even the fourth man himself hadn’t seen how Ye Luo managed to strike.

It was as if Ye Luo’s hands had appeared out of nowhere, and now his own hands were immobilized, no matter how much strength he exerted he couldn’t pull away from Ye Luo’s grip.

"You wanted to cripple my limbs, now I’ll do the favor for you," Ye Luo said, sneering.

Ye Luo held the fourth man’s hands, a burst of True Qi erupting directly from Ye Luo’s palms, surging into the fourth man’s hands.

Thud thud thud...

Ahhh...

A string of blood spurted from the fourth man’s arms as his hands were blasted open by Ye Luo’s True Qi, and he let out a piercing scream of agony.

Immediately after, Ye Luo’s right leg swept out again, striking the fourth man’s legs like a metal rod. There were continuous snapping sounds as the fourth man collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale, sweating cold sweat, and uttering chilling screams.

The whole incident happened too quickly, shocking everyone present, especially Yang Meili and Lu Tianguang, who were left utterly dumbfounded.

A formidable Houtian Peak expert was suddenly crippled, an unbelievable tale to tell.

An Houtian Peak expert was considered first-class among martial artists in the secular world, capable of walking unopposed. Yet now, such a figure had been instantly defeated by a twenty-something youth, an utterly incredulous fact.

Wu Yingxiong’s face instantly turned extremely ugly, his eyes flitting with a hint of terror.

"Ah, how boring!" Ye Luo said, his interest waning as he kicked the fourth man away; coincidentally, the man smashed onto the Mercedes. The entire vehicle shook violently, and the fourth man spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out on the ground.

"All of you, come at me. Let’s settle this quickly and save time," Ye Luo said arrogantly, glancing at the guards and the martial artists from the Lu and Wu families with a semblance of disdain.

"Attack all together, fight like your life depends on it!" Wu Yingxiong roared furiously, his face twisted with rage.

In an instant, the more than twenty Acquired Realm martial artists present whipped out their sharp knives and charged at Ye Luo.

The dagger flipped in the air, with countless killing intents surging towards Ye Luo. After witnessing Ye Luo effortlessly take down a Houtian Peak expert, the group didn’t dare to be careless and went all out in their attacks.

Bang!

Ye Luo stepped forward, his right hand delivering a straight punch that instantly caved in a guy’s nose. Spurting blood from his nostrils, the man’s body flew out.

The remaining time turned into Ye Luo’s solo performance. The more than twenty martial artists all fell to the ground, each clutching their arms or legs and groaning in pain—having sustained serious injuries. Ye Luo straightforwardly demonstrated what it meant to be unstoppable and invincible.

Seeing this, Wu Yingxiong and Lu Tianguang, along with his wife, had extremely ugly expressions on their faces, their hearts shocked by Ye Luo once again.

"Elder Wu, please make your move!"

At this moment, Wu Yingxiong’s gaze turned to an old man beside him. Dressed in a gray robe, his complexion rosy, with a pair of eyes sharp as a hawk, he exuded an imposing aura, radiating a distinctive and powerful presence.

This man was indeed a top expert of the Wu Family, who rarely left home. He was dispatched on this occasion because the old master of the Wu Family heard that his son had been injured in Zhonghai and specially sent him.

"This young man is not simple, Young Master, please be careful," said the old man as he watched Ye Luo closely, causing Wu Yingxiong’s heart to skip a beat.

"Could it be that even you, Elder Wu, are no match for him?"

Wu Yingxiong found it hard to accept. He knew that Elder Wu by his side was a legendary Innate expert, with preposterously strong abilities. So many who attempted to offend the Wu Family were defeated by him. In his more than a decade with the Wu Family, he had never feared anyone; yet, this time, to hear such words from him.

The old man didn’t answer Wu Yingxiong’s question, instead stepping toward Ye Luo.

By then, Ye Luo had finished dealing with the group and, dusting off his hands, he turned his gaze to the advancing Elder.

"Oh, another Innate expert has arrived. I thought they were all trash. Not bad, finally a decent opponent to stretch my muscles," Ye Luo remarked, eyeing the old man with no trace of fear and a hint of excitement on his lips.

Upon hearing Ye Luo’s words, the old man paused in his step, his hawk-like eyes intently watching Ye Luo, flickering with a peculiar light.

"Young man, you truly are extraordinary," the old man commented, his expression growing somber.

He thought he had overestimated the opponent before, but with Ye Luo’s outright discernment of his realm, the old man began to take this young opponent seriously, treating him as a true adversary.

After all, not just any individual could discern the realm of an Innate expert, unless they themselves had also reached the Innate Realm.

"Old man, let’s start. I’ll go easy on you. After all, I do understand the concept of respect for the elderly and love for the young," Ye Luo said, appearing like the archetypal brash young man to Elder Wu.

"Young man, then I’ll make my move without reservation!"

Elder Wu’s hawk-like eyes narrowed to slits, and his body transformed into a galloping tiger in an instant, showcasing a formidable side, completely uncharacteristic of a man in his sixties or seventies.

A terrifying aura erupted forthwith, a fierce presence permeated the air around him. Elder Wu, carrying the might of a fearsome tiger, launched an attack towards Ye Luo. A simple straight punch, but imbued with the true essence of martial arts.

With one punch, it was as if countless fist shadows bombarded Ye Luo, aiming at various vital points around his body. Numerous gusts of fist wind roared towards Ye Luo, displaying a potent force.