Eternal Holy Emperor-Chapter 1268 - 1139: Crush You with One Hand

At the entrance of the Heavenly Heart Palace, another group of important figures from the Ye Family finally appeared, each one a heavyweight, no less significant than the main family line.

Among them were several ancestors, quite advanced in age, considered as Old Immortals at the Saintly Treasure Peak. They appeared now, followed by several young Heavenly Pride talents, each representing the younger generation of the Ye Family, catching everyone’s attention.

Among them was the young king, Ye Heng, who saw another equally outstanding yet intimidating young man, crowned with a Jade Crown, draped in a Qilin Robe, walking powerfully, exuding a natural kingly presence, drawing glances from all around.

"That’s Ye Feng, known as the Feng King, another young king." Beside him, Ye Zhengyang pointed out.

Ye Chen nodded, the Ye Family indeed lived up to their name as a peerless Emperor Clan, their heritage and power beyond imagination. It’s rare, even for an Emperor Clan to easily cultivate two or three young kings in one generation.

He also saw Zimei following Ye Feng, dressed in a luxurious palace gown, her hair elegantly pinned up, adorned with hairpins. Though not as dazzlingly beautiful as the five women, she was an exceptional beauty, her delicate face pure yet charmingly seductive, her glance captivating with a unique, soul-stirring grace.

Her long lashes drooped, seemingly indifferent to the affairs in the Heavenly Heart Palace, yet deep in her eyes lay reluctance and a profound sadness and helplessness, evoking pity.

"Child." Xia Wei grasped Ye Chen’s hand, her gaze at Zimei filled with heartache.

"Mother, don’t worry, I understand." Ye Chen said. The Taichu Female Saint, Chen’er, Yii Wu, Ruoxi, and others looked at Zimei, though unsure of her identity, they guessed she had a significant connection to Ye Chen.

"Patriarch."

The important figures of this branch of the Ye Family stepped forward, nodding in salute to the Family Head. Behind them, Ye Heng, Ye Feng, and other young talents also saluted, not daring to be arrogant.

"You’re here." The Ye Family Patriarch nodded.

"Zimei."

At this moment, Ye Chen suddenly spoke up, looking intently at the girl who had helped him greatly when he was young.

At his words, Ye Zimei abruptly lifted her head, looking at the young man who called her name, first in some surprise, then as if realizing something, her clear spring-like eyes gradually widening.

Because the young figure before her overlapped with the impression of a boy in her memory, exactly the same, but now more mature and authoritative, like a Heavenly Saint, yet the warmth in his smile was as sunny and gentle as it had been back then.

"Brother Ye Chen." Ye Zimei covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes and then falling like pearls, she cried in joy.

Separated for decades since that parting long ago, she never expected to meet again one day, filling her with indescribable joy.

No matter how many years passed, that boy’s figure remained deeply etched in her heart as always.

Ye Chen gave a slight smile.

Beside him, the people from another branch of the Ye Family were puzzled at this scene. Ye Heng appeared a bit surprised, yet the young king Ye Feng’s face immediately turned somber and he said in a deep voice, "Zimei, who is he?"

Ye Feng was a powerful young king of the Ye Family, whose cultivation had reached a level comparable to the Saint Master Level. He held significant power within the Ye Family and could speak this way.

Ye Zimei suddenly realized, remembering that the Tiandu Lineage was targeted, and Ye Feng was a strong king with considerable influence, knowing Ye Chen’s identity might lead to bad consequences.

She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, giving Ye Feng an apologetic smile, "You misunderstood, I don’t know him. He just resembles someone I used to know."

After speaking, she didn’t dare to look at Ye Chen, her bright eyes lowered filled with sorrow and helplessness, evoking pity for this girl.

"I see." Ye Feng nodded, his somber expression softening slightly, though his aura remained intense.

Ye Chen and the others could tell Zimei claimed not to know him to protect Ye Chen, which made them heartache even more as this girl invoked their compassion.

Ye Chen shook his head, "Zimei, there’s no need for this."

Hearing someone call his fiancée’s name so intimately, Ye Feng’s face, which had just eased, turned somber as water again. He looked at Ye Chen with an icy gaze, carrying a potent kingly pressure that seemed to freeze the void: "Who are you?"

If this weren’t the Heavenly Heart Palace, a place for grand events, Ye Feng, the Ye Family’s Feng King, might have taken action.

"You want to make a move on me?" Ye Chen’s eyes swept over, with a cold smile.

Beside him, the Taichu Female Saint, the Daughter of God, the Yaochi Saintess, Fairy Xi, Yaya, and others all looked over, their gazes cold.

"Ye Feng, you’ve crossed the line." Suddenly, the Family Head spoke, admonishing Ye Feng, causing the important figures of the other branch to change their expressions slightly.

"Family Head, what is this?" An Old Immortal from the Ye Family did not quite understand the Family Head’s stance, and others frowned.

Ye Feng sneered, his kingly pressure undiminished, even stronger, with an impulse to strike.

At this time, Ye Heng spoke, casting a glance at Ye Ao, Xia Wei, Ye Zhengyang, and Ye Qing, saying, "Family Head, you may not know, these people belong to the Sinners, and this person is likely a sinner, not an honored guest invited by our Ye Family."

However, at this moment, Ye Heng clearly felt all eyes in the room fall on him simultaneously, filled with pity and sympathy, as if looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

Ye Heng’s face changed slightly at such gazes.

He continued, sweeping his gaze over Ye Chen and the few from the Tiandu Lineage, "Who gave you permission to enter Heavenly Heart Palace? Just descendants of sinners daring to step in, sentenced to the Sin Cliff for three hundred years immediately."

"Family Head, please forgive them, they meant no harm." Ye Zimei turned pale and then looked pleadingly at Ye Feng beside her, "Feng King, please help them, I will agree to whatever you want."

"Zimei, don’t beg him." Ye Chen spoke, and at that moment, an overwhelmingly fierce, chilling Qi Mechanism swept through, enough to terrify everyone.

The Ye Family Patriarch immediately said, "Esteemed sir, please stay your hand!"

But Ye Chen was already gone from his spot, reappearing among the many important figures of the other branch of the Ye Family. However, he stood there proudly, one hand gripping Ye Heng’s neck, lifting him high like a chick, effortlessly, with a Qi Mechanism of great terror emanating from him, plunging the entire Heavenly Heart Palace into an ice-cold dungeon.

He glanced down at Ye Heng, coldly saying, "Who do you say belongs to the Sinners? If you don’t give me a satisfactory answer, I wouldn’t mind squeezing you to death with one hand."

The cold voice, as if recited by the Death God.