At that moment, Mo Jue said to his butler, "How are preparations with the Green Emperor Sect coming along? That boy must not be allowed to live. If we let him go on, he will become the greatest threat to me!"

"Rest assured, Second Master," the butler replied. "The Green Emperor Sect has already sent word. They will make their move tonight. That boy will not live to see tomorrow!"

"He won’t see the sun tomorrow," Mo Jue added, then nodded, satisfied. "Good. Let’s go."

"Yes, sir." With that, the group got into their car and drove away.

About an hour later, Mo Chou turned to Ye Fan. "Ye Fan, thank you for what happened earlier. If it weren’t for you, I would have lost my shares, and my reputation would have been ruined!"

"You’re too kind, Uncle," Ye Fan said with a laugh. "But for you to bet seventy percent of your shares on me... You do know I’m a complete novice, right?"

Mo Chou roared with laughter. "Hahaha! I don’t know if you’re a novice or not, but I do know that I see an invincible confidence in you! That’s why I bet everything on you. If I didn’t even have that much trust, I wouldn’t deserve to be your uncle!"

He actually wanted to say ’father-in-law,’ but since Ye Fan and Tang Yurou’s relationship was a secret, he held his tongue.

The two got into a car and drove to a vast villa district, all of which was Mo Family property. In a place like North America, where every inch of land was precious, this estate alone was worth a billion dollars. The sheer scale of the residential area was a testament to the Mo Family’s immense wealth.

However, as soon as they arrived, Mo Chou’s legs nearly gave out. Tang Wanchou, who had just recently recovered, was staring daggers at him. Tang Yurou was also present, though she wouldn’t get involved in their matters.

Tang Wanchou strode over, leaned in close to Mo Chou, and sniffed. "You reek of another woman!"

"Now, Wan Chou, just listen to me for a—"

Before he could finish his explanation, Tang Wanchou sent him flying into a flowerbed with a sharp slap. The humiliation was immense, especially with Ye Fan and Tang Yurou watching.

The two of them were stunned. Ye Fan, in particular, swallowed hard. He never imagined his future mother-in-law would be such a formidable woman. Mo Chou really had it rough.

"I hate men who make excuses," Tang Wanchou said coldly. "If there’s a next time, I’ll break your bones." Then, she turned to her daughter. "My dear, let’s go."

"O-Okay!" Tang Yurou nodded in a panic. She, too, was terrified by her mother’s ferocity. The entire scene felt surreal. Tang Wanchou was always so warm and loving toward her, which had helped her overcome the initial awkwardness of their relationship. But seeing how she treated her own husband... Tang Yurou didn’t know what to think.

Ye Fan watched the unmoving Mo Chou and said, "Uncle, she’s gone."

Mo Chou promptly stood up from the flowerbed with a theatrical air of dignity. "Women!" he said to Ye Fan with a dismissive wave. "They’re all like this. I’ve spoiled her rotten! Don’t you worry, Ye Fan. Next time, Laozi will find a chance to teach her a lesson!"

Ye Fan played along to save the man some face, but he was scoffing internally. The idea of someone like Mo Chou ever teaching Tang Wanchou a lesson was laughable. Forget next time; he wouldn’t get that chance even in his next life.

Ye Fan returned to his assigned villa. It was pure luxury—an entire house to himself. Located in the rear of the estate, it was quiet, with a dense forest right behind it. It even came with dedicated bodyguards and a housekeeper.

Today, however, something felt wrong. The two bodyguards who usually stood at the entrance were lying motionless on the ground. That was proof enough that there was trouble.

There’s murderous intent!

He pinpointed the source of the murderous intent to the forest and immediately gave chase.

He arrived in a stretch of well-manicured woods. It was unnaturally quiet, the silence thick with an eerie, lethal tension.

"Alright," Ye Fan called out. "Since you went to the trouble of luring me here, you can show yourselves. Skulking in the shadows isn’t the way of a Martial Artist. If you won’t come out, I’ll have to force you out."

Just then, a furious voice rang out. "Such arrogance, boy! You refused the path to Heaven and instead came knocking on the gates of Hell! You chose this path to your own doom, and today is the day you die!"

As the voice faded, eight figures leaped down from the trees, surrounding Ye Fan.

Ye Fan gauged their strength. One of them had the aura of a warrior at the Postnatal Great Success realm, nearly reaching the Postnatal Peak. Power like that was already approaching the level of experts like Tian Can and Di Que. However, Ye Fan remained completely unfazed. "So, it’s just you clowns," he said.

"I don’t know where you get your nerve, boy," the leader sneered.

"You’re from the Green Emperor Sect, aren’t you?" Ye Fan stated calmly.

"Oh? So you’ve heard of us," the man mocked. "You know who we are, and you still haven’t surrendered?"

"Surrender?" Ye Fan scoffed. "Don’t be ridiculous. Not even the Elders of your Green Emperor Sect have the right to demand that of me!"

"Arrogant whelp! I’ll show you the power of the Green Emperor Sect! Get him!" 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The men charged forward. In their minds, even if Ye Fan was a Martial Artist, he couldn’t be that strong. He was certainly no match for them. The Martial Artists of the Green Emperor Sect feared nothing in this region and even held significant weight on the world stage, which naturally bred an intense arrogance.

But Ye Fan cut them short. "I’m just curious, which of the Green Emperor Sect’s eight protectors are you?"

"You’ll find out when you’re dead!" the leader snarled, lunging forward to strike.

"Pathetic!" Ye Fan roared, meeting the attack with a swift counter.

BANG!

Their fists collided. In the next instant, the man was sent flying backward, crashing violently against a tree. His insides churned, and his fist felt shattered. It seemed several bones were broken; he no longer had the strength to even make a fist.

He’s a master! he thought in shock.

He was considered one of the stronger experts in the Green Emperor Sect, yet Ye Fan had defeated him in a single exchange. Such power was terrifying.

"All of you, attack together!" he bellowed.

His men charged as one, dark energy swirling around them. A brutal slaughter was about to unfold in the woods.

Ye Fan moved like lightning. With every strike, another man fell. They simply weren’t qualified to be his opponents. Aside from the leader, who was a Postnatal Martial Artist, the rest were merely Inner Strength Martial Artists. In the secular world, they might be considered grandmasters, but compared to a transcendent being like the King of Heaven, they were nothing more than ants before a True Dragon.

He utilized a Body Refinement technique, and each of his strikes sent a massive rebound of Inner Strength back at his attackers. At best, they suffered broken bones; at worst, they died instantly.

In less than five minutes, only the leader was left standing. Everyone else was dead.

The man stared at Ye Fan with a look of pure terror, especially as Ye Fan began walking slowly toward him. He felt the cold specter of death drawing near. Unable to bear the pressure, he stumbled backward.

"Now it’s your turn," Ye Fan said calmly. "How would you like to die?"

"Who... Who in the world are you?" the man stammered. An expert as powerful as Ye Fan couldn’t possibly be a nobody. He had to know his name.