’You think you can beat me with that fragile body?’ Thinking so, the masked man used his size as an advantage against the 7 year old to dodge his attacks.
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The man parried the punch with ease while the other two closed in. But Ye Yaming erupted with an unnatural amount of Beast Qi the very next instant, his hands were encased in dense red as the man who parried the fist felt danger from it.
Since they were already so close, Ye Yaming easily sent a fist to the man’s stomach. Before the others could help, the man screamed. The fragile looking boy had punched a hole through his stomach.
A single fist!
The very same Ye clan fist technique that he learned and used!
He screamed loudly, the unbearable pain of the boy’s ravenous Qi running through his stomach made him scream.
The other two men exchanged glances before running to escape.
"Save... Save Me!" The man begged, his hands clenching the hole in his stomach in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. He instantly recalled his Beast Soul but Ravens were anything but a good healer.
"Why should I?" Ye Yaming looked him in his eyes and asked. Why would he try saving the man who tried to attack him a few seconds ago?
The injured man’s accomplice escaped swiftly, leaving him to die. Why should he, the target of an assassination, bother?
The man stiffened for a moment before removing his mask. He showed his face to Ye Yaming in hopes that the boy would recognise him. They met a month ago when he had brought Ye Mochen. "We are from the same clan. We are family."
"I knew I saw those eyes somewhere." Ye Yaming nodded to himself. He was not wrong. He had recognised the eyes of the man partially. He was indeed a clan member.
"Was it Elder Zhenyu?" Coming close to the man, he asked. Was the Elder behind this scheme? Was he the orchestrator of this assassination attempt?
The man looked conflicted but the hope that the naive boy would save his voice made him nod honestly.
Ye Yaming exhaled in frustration as he walked around the courtyard, looking for the other two. He waited for a few seconds to confirm that they were really gone.
"Oh, your friends aren’t coming back, it seems. You better be dead then." As he spoke, he urged his Beast Soul. For the first time, he felt like he could command the Mutated Raven with his intent.
The Raven appeared behind Ye Yaming, glanced at the man lying on the floor before stabbing his beak into the man’s chest. A Raven, slightly dim, appeared from the man but it was easily suppressed by the Ye Yaming’s Beast Soul before being torn and slowly devoured.
The man appeared to be in extreme agony and cried loudly in pain but Ye Yaming just looked at him with an indifferent face.
’Is it supposed to take this long?’ He glanced at his Beast Soul. It was taking its time, eyeing the man’s Beast Soul.
’This man doesn’t seem as strong as Ye Mochen then is the beast doing it for fun?’ He analysed as he saw that his Mutated Beast Soul was having fun. Unlike the time with Ye Mochen, his Snakey-Raven did not seem to go for a critical hit.
It looked as if it had gotten stronger.
Ye Yaming glanced in the northeast of his courtyard, hearing a shout and then he glanced at his Beast Soul, hoping it would end its meal quickly.
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’What was that?’ Further away from the courtyard, Ye Zhenyu glanced thought as he glanced in the direction of Ye Yaming’s courtyard. Being an Elder, he had a different and more comfortable house than the people from the Inner residence.
Ye Canglan ran to Ye Yaming’s courtyard with his full speed and only stopped after seeing that he was safe.
He glanced at the body of the dead man, lying near the boy’s feet and asked. "Ye Yaming? What happened here?"
"Who killed Ye Feng?" He stared at the hole in the man’s stomach and asked. The man was called Ye Feng, Ye Yaming noted.
Then Ye Canglan’s eyes trailed to Ye Yaming’s fist and he paused. All the confusion of some enemy entering the Inner residence of the clan vanished from his head but a far greater problem surfaced.
It did not take long for him to realise the situation. He glanced around and found the face mask lying near the dead body. Coupled with Ye Feng’s camouflaged attire, it was an easy guess.
However, he had a different set of questions in his mind. ’Why would Ye Feng make an attempt on Ye Yaming?’
As he looked at Ye Yaming with questioning eyes, the boy wiped the blood off his fist with Ye Feng’s mask before explaining how he had exited the door for a walk only to find out that three masked men were coming for his life.
Ye Zhenyu had finally reached the courtyard. His old body made his travel time increase but he also needed time to formulate a scheme.
He glanced at the dead body of Ye Feng, one of the men who had been saved by Ye Mochen and sighed. Nobody knew what was going inside his head as he looked at Ye Yaming and ordered. "Restrain the boy, we need a clan meeting."
The guards and other important personnel of the Inner residence had already reached the courtyard and were waiting for the two Elders to give an order.
Ye Yaming looked visibly dissatisfied and angry as he looked angrily at Ye Zhenyu and shouted. "What? They came at me in the middle of the night."
He was not the culprit here. In fact, he was the victim. If not for his combat strength and decisiveness, he would have lost his life or been kidnapped.
Even the guards looked confused by Ye Zhenyu’s order but they obliged nevertheless.
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