Eternal Holy Emperor-Chapter 1250 - 1124: Ye Zhengyang

Ye Zhengyang?

When Ye Chen heard this name, his footsteps halted, and a familiar yet somewhat proud figure instinctively flashed in his mind, leaving him a bit stunned.

Could this Ye Zhengyang be the person he had quarreled with in his youth in this lifetime?

His gaze followed the crowd, among them was a handsome young man right amidst the throng. Though he had become more mature, that face carried a faint sense of familiarity, and he was indeed Ye Zhengyang.

However, now he was somewhat in a sorry state, surrounded by a large group of young Ye Family members, his clothes messy and dirty, with several clear footprints stamped on them, as if he had just been kicked and beaten.

At this moment, Ye Zhengyang’s expression was icy as he fixed his gaze on a man dressed in luxurious yellow clothing, saying, "Ye Tianyang, I advise you not to waste your efforts; I won’t tell you any information about Cousin Zimei."

The man in the yellow clothes, Ye Tianyang, said, "Ye Zhengyang, you’re really taking the moral high ground. Don’t forget you’re just from a third-rate branch family in the lower realm. Aren’t you afraid to oppose me and of dying? You’d better tell me about Cousin Zimei, or I can’t guarantee what I might do. Remember, your father works as a guard in Yueyang Palace, and if I make even a slight move, your father might—"

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the smile on his face was so cold and full of threat that the meaning was obvious.

This caused Ye Zhengyang’s expression to change drastically as he shouted angrily, "Ye Tianyang, if anything happens to my father, I will never forgive you."

Ye Tianyang reached out and patted Ye Zhengyang’s face with a sinister expression, "Won’t forgive me? I would like to see how you won’t forgive—"

Thud—

Without finishing the sentence, Ye Zhengyang suddenly charged at Ye Tianyang, crashing his head against the latter’s forehead with a loud thud, blood splattering.

At the same time, Ye Zhengyang surged forward, showcasing divine skills. Clearly, he hadn’t wasted these years and had become a powerful cultivator of the Divinity Transformation Realm, assaulting Ye Tianyang directly.

Everything happened swiftly, but Ye Tianyang was not an ordinary spoiled young master; he radiated a stronger Qi Mechanism, a formidable Heavenly Pride of the Seventh Layer Heaven of Divinity Transformation, considered outstanding among the Ye Family’s younger generation, saying coldly, "Ye Zhengyang, you are quite daring to make me bleed; I must give you an unforgettable lesson today!"

He raised his hand and struck Ye Zhengyang directly, accompanied by brilliant Divine Radiance and Principle Traces flashing, shattering the void, remaining immovable while Ye Zhengyang was sent flying back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Evidently, in direct confrontation, Ye Zhengyang was a far cry away from Ye Tianyang.

Meanwhile, Ye Tianyang called upon the other young members, "Come, beat him to death for me, abolish his cultivation; all responsibility will be borne by me!"

Ye Tianyang apparently had some influence among the younger generation of the Ye Family, and many Heavenly Prides followed his orders, swarming towards Ye Zhengyang, beating him to death, their fists and feet infused with Dao Trace Laws, very terrifying.

Furthermore, this space had long been sealed, making it impossible to fly and escape.

In the Martial Arts Arena, other Ye Family disciples watched coldly, indicating this wasn’t the first time such a situation occurred.

In this world, the concept of the strong being revered always prevailed, and in the illustrious Emperor Clan of Ye Family, it was especially practiced ruthlessly among the younger generation, with no one interfering.

Even the young king sitting in the center of the Martial Arts Arena remained immovable, absorbing the surging nature’s spiritual energy.

"Damn it!"

Ye Zhengyang naturally knew he was no match for these people, hurriedly protecting his body with both hands and feet to the maximum extent.

But he understood that even if this was the case, the final outcome was likely severe injury, and survival was only because the Ye Family had strict rules prohibiting internal killing, or there would be stern punishment.

Just as Ye Zhengyang crossed his hands and feet to protect his body, a figure suddenly appeared like lightning among the crowd, so fast that the others didn’t even react, seeing someone standing there.

But their fists and feet didn’t pause, with Principle Traces falling all over, stepping in now is purely seeking death.

Boom—

Suddenly, the disciples who made a move were shot backward at an even faster speed for some reason, falling onto the Martial Arts Square in a sorry state.

Witnessing this sudden scene caused everyone to freeze, greatly surprised; what exactly happened?

Especially Ye Zhengyang, who stared blankly at the tall and slender figure before him, feeling inexplicably familiar, as if he had met him before, and there was a kind of kinship as if he were family.

He could only bitterly shake his head; in this Emperor Clan Ye Family, besides people from his own branch family, who would help them?

Only outside did he realize that the truly close ones were the family he grew up with, and the past conflicts now seemed inexplicably familiar in retrospect.

He suddenly remembered that martial young man who disappeared into the King’s Ancient Road when the outside world invaded the Tiandu Continent, taking their Luofeng City with him. He wondered how he was now, hoping that his nominal cousin wasn’t in trouble. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Recalling the past, Ye Zhengyang couldn’t help but sigh slightly, collecting his thoughts and clasping his fists towards the person standing before him, gratitude mixed with a trace of worry, "Thank you, friend, for stepping in. But please leave quickly; I can handle it alone, and these people are very unruly, not to be offended carelessly, and have backing."

He was grateful for the intervention but didn’t want the other to get into trouble because of him.

"Cousin Zhengyang, you certainly have changed a lot after all these years." A hearty laugh rang out, and the words "Cousin Zhengyang" left him astonished.

Seeing the person turning to face him, his whole being stiffened instantly, for that face, mature and handsome yet unfamiliar, carried a hint of unforgettable familiarity.

He vaguely remembered that the young man who soared after an emotional suicide back then looked just like this, didn’t he?

"You, you are—Ye Chen?"

Ye Zhengyang spoke tremulously, uncertain, could that impulsive, and later endearing Ye Family Heavenly Pride from decades ago now be standing before him?