"Hmph, don’t lecture us with your grand principles. We care nothing for this Secular World! Young Master Shuangbing, if you know what’s good for you, scram, or don’t blame us for being ruthless!"

Young Master Wuqing and the Cold Blood Young Master immediately advanced toward Young Master Shuangbing, who felt a surge of tension. After all, their strengths were quite similar. In a two-on-one situation, he was no match for them.

At that moment, Gu Die shouted, "Get lost! I don’t need your phony concern!"

"See? She doesn’t appreciate it at all!" Young Master Wuqing and the Cold Blood Young Master taunted. "Young Master Shuangbing, how does it feel to get the cold shoulder after offering help?"

Ignoring them, Young Master Shuangbing turned to Gu Die. "Go, quickly! I can’t hold them back for long!"

"Attack him together!" the two shouted, charging forward. Young Master Shuangbing drew his sword to block the aggressive Young Master Wuqing, but the Cold Blood Young Master bypassed him and went straight for Gu Die. The battle instantly became a two-on-two.

Having just reached the Saint-Extreme Realm, Gu Die was no match for the Cold Blood Young Master. He unleashed the Cold Blood Great Method again, plunging her into a desperate situation.

While fighting Young Master Wuqing, Young Master Shuangbing saw her plight and immediately went to her aid, his sword shattering the Cold Blood Young Master’s technique. The Cold Blood Young Master was furious!

The battle between the four of them reverberated throughout Yue Mountain. Even the furious Martial Artists of the Secular World were puzzled, not understanding why the three Young Masters were suddenly fighting amongst themselves. But there was also Gu Die! She was a Martial Artist from the Secular World, and they immediately prepared to intervene and help her.

But just as the battle reached a fever pitch, a colossal palm formed from True Qi descended from the heavens. It was heading for all four of them—no, it was aimed specifically at the three Young Masters, actively avoiding Gu Die. The four combatants froze, shocked by the descending palm and feeling an unprecedented pressure.

Gu Die’s face lit up with delight. "It’s the King of Heaven!" she exclaimed joyfully.

"The King of Heaven?"

The crowd below cheered. The King of Heaven had indeed arrived.

Hearing the name, the Young Masters’ expressions shifted. This King of Heaven was far more powerful than they had imagined. At once, the three of them nodded to each other, joined forces, and formed a True Qi Barrier in an attempt to block the colossal hand.

The colossal hand descended, stirring up immense power. The True Qi Barrier of the three Young Masters instantly shattered. With the sickening sound of their bones breaking, they spat blood and were flung backward. It was, without a doubt, a terrifying sight.

The crowd erupted in cheers. With the King of Heaven’s arrival, they no longer had to endure insults and mockery. He had defeated the three Young Masters in a single move, showing that his strength had grown to an astonishing level.

Ye Fan stood before the three of them as they staggered to their feet, instinctively raising their hands in a defensive stance as they stared at him.

Ye Fan sneered, "You think you can defend against me? How naive." He charged.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

A series of slaps rained down. The three Young Masters felt a searing pain on their faces. They hadn’t even seen how Ye Fan had reached them; by the time they reacted, they were sent flying again, with conspicuous red handprints marking their cheeks.

Cheers and applause erupted from below the stage. It was immensely satisfying. After all the disrespect they had shown the Secular World and the King of Heaven, this was their comeuppance. But would the King of Heaven let them off so easily? Clearly, that was impossible.

"King of Heaven, don’t go too far!" Young Master Wuqing shouted at Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan simply replied, "Go too far? You aren’t even qualified to make me."

"Kill them! Kill them!" the Martial Artists from the Secular World roared. In the past few days, these three had injured and crippled countless of their own. The three Young Masters had truly incited public outrage.

Ye Fan waved his hand, and the crowd below instantly fell silent. Such was his presence. He had already established an unshakable status in this world.

"If my father were here, you would certainly die, King of Heaven! You wouldn’t dare touch us!" the Cold Blood Young Master yelled.

The thought of the Four Iron Generals behind them gave them a surge of confidence. Only Young Master Shuangbing’s expression remained grave. Indeed, we stirred up trouble and provoked the strongest being here.

Ye Fan sneered, "You guessed wrong!"

He charged at the Cold Blood Young Master, closing the distance in an instant.

So fast! The Cold Blood Young Master tried to block, but he was too late. Ye Fan’s fist had already landed on him, and a moment later, he was pinned to the ground under Ye Fan’s foot.

Young Master Wuqing also rushed forward, only to suffer a more miserable fate; a single kick from Ye Fan sent him flying dozens of meters away.

Young Master Shuangbing was stopped in his tracks by Ye Fan’s glare, not daring to advance. In truth, he was not one to stir up trouble; among the three Young Masters, he was the most reserved.

"Tie them up!"

At Ye Fan’s command, several Martial Artists rushed up, bound the Cold Blood and Wuqing Young Masters, and hung them from the fighting stage. The once-arrogant Young Masters now hung there like dead dogs.

"I’ll torment you slowly," Ye Fan said. "If you want to live, call your fathers here. Let me see if these so-called Four Iron Generals are really that formidable!"

They glared at Ye Fan with fury.

"First, I’ll cripple you," Ye Fan stated.

He struck. The Cold Blood Young Master let out a scream of despair as his cultivation was destroyed, leaving him a half-cripple.

Next was Young Master Wuqing’s turn.

"Don’t you dare act rashly!" he shouted. "When my father arrives, it will be your end!"

"Is that so?" Ye Fan said with disdain. "Then let him come. We’ll see who dies."

He struck again. Young Master Wuqing’s fate was no better than the Cold Blood Young Master’s; he too was crippled.

Finally, it was Young Master Shuangbing’s turn.

He was filled with bitter regret. If only those two had listened to my advice, we wouldn’t have ended up in this tragic state. They’re finished... and now, so am I.

Suddenly, Gu Die called out, "Wait, Lord King!"

Ye Fan turned to her. He knew who she was; the Butterfly Sect was on good terms with Biyan Pavilion, which was now one of his vassal powers.

He asked, "Why?"

Gu Die quickly explained, "Lord King, he’s not a bad person at heart. When those other two attacked me earlier, he was the one who saved me! And in the past few days, he hasn’t seriously harmed any of the Martial Artists who challenged him."

Although Gu Die didn’t have any fond feelings for Young Master Shuangbing, he had helped her, so she felt compelled to plead with the King of Heaven not to cripple him.

Young Master Shuangbing was stunned. He never imagined that in his most desperate moment, Gu Die would plead for him.

Ye Fan turned to the crowd. "Is this true?" he asked.

"It is true, Lord King!" they replied. They wouldn’t dare lie and told him the truth.

Ye Fan glanced at Young Master Shuangbing, who shrank back, terrified by the incredibly sharp gaze fixed upon him.

"Since that is the case," Ye Fan said, "I will not cripple you."

Young Master Shuangbing immediately expressed his gratitude. "Thank you, King of Heaven, for sparing my life!"

With a wave of Ye Fan’s hand, the ropes binding him snapped. He was free. The heavy dread that had gripped his heart finally lifted.

Ye Fan’s power undoubtedly far exceeded his expectations. He felt that not even his own father could completely suppress him. He, Young Master Wuqing, and the Cold Blood Young Master were hailed as geniuses in their small world. But compared to the young man before them, they were like fireflies trying to challenge the brilliance of the full moon.