Young Master Lin chuckled. "A mere four-star Grandmaster? He’s beneath my notice."

His words sent a shockwave through the crowd.

Ye Tian was stunned. Isn’t that tone a bit too arrogant?

Fang Qingyu was speechless. This kid sure knows how to boast.

Fang Changkong was seething with murderous intent. How dare he belittle me? He’s courting death! When I get my hands on this kid, I’ll torture him to death!

Ye Tian shook his head and said, "Let me handle it." He didn’t believe Young Master Lin’s words. Young Master Lin was the Ye Family’s savior, and he didn’t want him to take such a risk.

Stepping forward, Ye Tian faced Fang Changkong and declared coldly, "I will fight you."

"Fine. I’ll eliminate you first, and then the kid," Fang Changkong snorted. He looked down on both of them. In his eyes, they were nothing more than ants.

Ye Tian said, "If I win, can you release Ru Xue and the others?"

Fang Qingyu laughed at his words. "Alright. Win one round, and I’ll release one person."

This is a very interesting game, she thought. I want to see just how desperately these members of the Ye Family will fight. But no matter how hard they struggle, it’s all futile. The people I brought are far stronger. In the end, they can only despair. I’m going to enjoy savoring the look of hopelessness on their faces.

Hearing this, Ye Tian became incredibly excited. He turned to Young Master Lin and said, "Young Master Lin, don’t worry! I will definitely win. I will rescue Qing Wu and the others!"

With that, Ye Tian strode forward.

He was also a young man, though slightly older at around thirty. His cultivation was also that of a four-star Grandmaster. His build was burly and imposing, like a young War God. Slung across his back was a long spear.

At this moment, Ye Tian reached back and drew the long spear, gripping it firmly.

With this spear in hand, the world is mine.

The aura around Ye Tian began to climb relentlessly.

Across from him, Fang Changkong sneered with disdain. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed a destructive storm.

BOOM!

The storm swept forward, leaving devastation in its wake. A terrifying tornado howled as it bore down on Ye Tian. He roared, brandishing his long spear. The spear shot out like a dragon, thrusting viciously toward the tornado as if to pierce it through.

The two forces collided with an earth-shattering boom, sending a formidable shockwave rippling outwards. In an instant, the two were locked in a fierce battle.

They exchanged dozens of blows in the blink of an eye, yet neither could gain an advantage. Watching from the side, Ye Fei grew tense. He hadn’t expected Fang Changkong to be so powerful. Can Ye Tian actually win?

Suddenly, the situation on the battlefield changed.

Fang Changkong produced a folding fan and swung it forcefully. The tornado’s power instantly doubled in strength. The Wind Blades within it became as sharp as knives, capable of shredding anything in their path.

Ye Tian’s long spear was knocked from his grasp.

Instantly, the tornado enveloped him.

SLASH! SLASH!

Countless deep gashes appeared on Ye Tian’s body, and blood immediately stained his clothes.

"Not good!" Ye Fei’s expression changed drastically. Is Ye Tian about to be defeated? How could this be happening? Is Fang Changkong really this formidable?

Across the field, Fang Changkong laughed coldly and, with another wave of his hand, sent a second tornado hurtling toward Ye Tian. If he were caught in that, he would likely be torn to pieces.

Ye Fei exclaimed, "Stop! We surrender!"

But it was no use. Fang Changkong had no intention of stopping, instead sneering, "The price of defeat is death."

"Damn it! You dare to make a killing move?" Ye Fei’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He roared and charged forward, intending to save Ye Tian.

However, just as he moved, a figure blocked his path. It was another expert from the Fang family. He chuckled coldly. "This is a duel. No one else is to interfere."

"Get out of my way!" Ye Fei roared. His body moved with incredible agility, instantly creating several afterimages that all rushed forward. For a moment, it was impossible to tell which was his true self.

But the Fang family expert was unfazed. He drew the saber from his waist and swept it horizontally, shattering all the afterimages and blocking Ye Fei’s true body.

Damn it.

Ye Fei fell into despair. He was powerless to intervene. Could he only watch as Ye Tian died here? He let out a roar of unwilling fury.

In the center of the conflict, Ye Tian’s scalp tingled. He never expected the Fang family would actually try to kill him. No, he couldn’t just sit here and await his doom.

With a furious roar, the Spiritual Power within Ye Tian erupted, and he shot into the air, trying to escape.

"You can’t escape!" Fang Changkong sneered. He waved his fan once more, forming another tornado that shot toward Ye Tian.

It’s over. I’m dead for sure, Ye Tian’s heart sank. With a third tornado, his death was certain.

Just then, Young Master Lin made his move.

He flicked a finger, sending a streak of Sword Qi flying forward. It struck the fan in an instant.

BOOM!

With a loud explosion, the fan was sent flying. The third tornado dissipated. Fang Changkong himself was knocked back by the force, his palm splitting open as blood flowed freely.

Saved! Ye Tian breathed a sigh of relief, seizing the opportunity to escape death’s door.

"Excellent!" Ye Fei clenched his fists in excitement.

The Fang family members, however, were in an uproar. What was going on? Fang Changkong was actually repelled? Damn it, who intervened? Who could possibly be strong enough to force back Fang Changkong? Could it be that besides these three, another expert from the Ye Family had arrived? At this thought, the Fang family went on high alert, quickly scanning their surroundings.

After escaping, Ye Tian rushed over to Ye Fei. "Thank you for saving me! If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead."

But Ye Fei just stared blankly and shook his head. "It wasn’t me. Someone from the Fang family blocked me. I didn’t get a chance to make a move."

"What? It wasn’t you?" Ye Tian was baffled. He had assumed Ye Fei had saved him, but now he realized that wasn’t the case. "Then who was it?"

Ye Tian’s gaze shifted to Young Master Lin. After all, only the three of them had come. If it wasn’t Ye Fei, it had to have been Young Master Lin. But that’s impossible. Young Master Lin is just a nine-star Martial General. How could he have saved me? I wasn’t even a match for Fang Changkong, so there’s no way Young Master Lin could have repelled him. Could another expert from the Ye Family have come?

With this in mind, Ye Tian also began looking around.

In the arena, Fang Changkong roared, "Whoever is hiding in the shadows, show yourself!" He was enraged. He had been so close to killing Ye Tian, only to be foiled by a sneak attack at the last moment. It was infuriating! He bellowed as he scanned the area, searching for his ambusher.

After looking for a long time and finding no one, his attention was drawn to a new movement. Young Master Lin was stepping forward.

As he moved, every eye in the place fell upon him.

Ye Tian and Ye Fei watched, filled with doubt. Could it really have been him? Impossible, right?

The Fang family members also frowned. What’s this kid doing? Is he trying to get himself killed?

Fang Qingyu’s brow furrowed. Earlier, their attention had been locked on the battlefield, so no one had noticed who had made the move.

Young Master Lin walked out and said calmly, "Weren’t you looking for the one who intervened? That was me."