Chapter Seventy-Six: The One Who Gets Slapped Is You

“Su Ye, why... why is he coming over here?” Yan Tian watched Su Ye approach alone, and his face instantly changed color. He was well aware of what the Yan family had done. Now, seeing Su Ye—whose power had recently dominated the scene, slaying three family heads in succession and shaking the foundations of the three great clans—walk directly toward them in such a moment of triumph, he wondered if Su Ye was here to settle scores.

Even Yan Youtu, upon seeing Su Ye, felt a tremor in his heart; his previous arrogance and bluster faded considerably. He said in a low voice, “Stay calm. He wouldn’t dare do anything to us! After all, our Yan family isn’t someone he can just trifle with.”

Yan Tian nodded. Besides, he still had some ties with the Jiang family; Su Ye wouldn’t go so far as to do anything outrageous.

Watching Su Ye stride closer, the members of the Jiang family began to emerge from the house. Jiang Ziyang, though still needing support, insisted on coming forward, calling out, “Su Ye, don’t act impulsively!”

Jiang Liuying, knowing Su Ye’s temperament, understood that asking him to swallow his anger and not seek vengeance was impossible. She hurriedly followed, supporting Jiang Ziyang.

From afar, Yan Tian shouted, “Su Ye, what do you want?”

Su Ye gave a cold smile, glancing at the Yan family’s martial artists—over two hundred strong. They had traveled a great distance, supposedly to help the Jiang family, but in the end, they used that as leverage to coerce Jiang Liuying into marrying Yan Tian.

Such opportunistic and predatory behavior infuriated Su Ye deeply. His anger toward them was no less than what he felt for the Yu family!

“Heh, didn’t the Yan family say that without you, we’d be wiped out? But look, I’m still standing here, aren’t I?” Su Ye walked over with a smile, as if discussing something trivial.

He showed no fear, stopping right in front of Yan Tian, forcing Yan Tian to take an unconscious step back.

Yan Tian’s face burned with shame—he had once mocked Su Ye, but now, how ridiculous the Yan family seemed! Su Ye’s sharp edge was on full display; his cultivation and influence eclipsed Yan Tian’s, and even his decisive aura was something Yan Tian had never possessed.

Yan Tian moved his lips, looked toward Jiang Liuying, and realized that the beauty he once thought within reach now seemed impossibly distant. Not only had the Jiang family survived, but from today onward their power would surely soar.

All of Yang City knew that the Jiang family now had Su Ye, who was closely connected to the Martial Alliance’s young leader. Ouyang Yunfeng had eliminated three great families for Su Ye’s sake.

Who would dare provoke Su Ye or the Jiang family now?

“Liuying... I...” Yan Tian suddenly called out.

Su Ye’s eyes flashed coldly; his right hand whipped out and slapped Yan Tian’s face.

The speed was so fast that Yan Tian couldn’t even dodge.

Smack!

“‘Liuying’? You think you have the right to call her that?” Su Ye’s voice was icy, each word squeezed out between his teeth.

The slap stunned everyone. None expected Su Ye to slap Yan Tian in public—not even Yan Tian himself.

Yan Youtu was the first to react, roaring as he prepared to strike, “Su Ye! You’ve gone too far!”

Boom!

He threw a punch, but Su Ye was ready. Clenching his fist, Su Ye met him head-on.

A thunderous crash echoed from their fists, and the surrounding martial artists were nearly blown off their feet by the shockwave.

Just then, Ouyang Yunfeng’s voice rang out from afar, “Yan Youtu, are you challenging the Martial Alliance?”

Yan Youtu had intended to continue, but Ouyang Yunfeng’s words made him hesitate. In Jiang City, perhaps he would have dared, but here in Yang City, who would defy the Martial Alliance?

Though his face remained fierce, Yan Youtu said coldly, “Then you’d better control your people. Don’t let him go crazy here!”

But Su Ye wasn’t done. He threw another punch at Yan Youtu—this time, lightning arced from Su Ye’s fist with a crackling sound.

It was his signature move—Thunder-born!

Boom!

With a single punch, Yan Youtu was sent flying, crashing into his own family’s martial artists.

Chaos erupted immediately.

“Family head! Ah, wake up!”

“Father, are you all right? Su Ye, how dare you attack us—how despicable!” Yan Tian rushed over and saw Yan Youtu coughing up blood, knocked out cold by Su Ye’s blow.

Su Ye stood there, his eyes burning with anger. “Despicable? We’re not even a thousandth as despicable as you!”

After all the Yan family’s underhanded tricks, forcing the Jiang family to submit—now that Su Ye had the power for revenge, should he just let bygones be bygones and send them off with a smile?

Impossible!

Yan Tian, furious, stood up and pointed at Su Ye, shouting, “Are you declaring war on the Yan family?”

Smack—

Su Ye couldn’t be bothered to answer; he stepped forward and slapped Yan Tian again.

“You dare hit me!” Yan Tian staggered and fell to the side, sprawling on the ground.

“I hit you because you deserve it—if you want to survive, show some sincerity!” Su Ye said in a deep voice.

Yan Tian froze. Wasn’t Su Ye being excessive enough already? The other Yan family martial artists glared angrily at Su Ye, but seeing Ouyang Yunfeng and the other martial artists pressing forward, they didn’t dare act.

“Su Ye, what do you really want?” Yan Tian sat on the ground, shaking off the support of his family’s martial artists.

Su Ye didn’t waste words—his toe dug into the earth, and with a forceful kick, he sent a heap of dirt flying into Yan Tian’s face, leaving him humiliated and dirty.

Su Ye called out, “Aren’t you fond of scheming? Do you need me to teach you now? One kill is still a kill—two kills are the same!”

Yan Tian’s face changed dramatically. He looked at Su Ye in terror, then at Jiang Ziyang and Jiang Liuying. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, sobbing, “Master Jiang... Miss Jiang, I’m sorry! Our Yan family broke our promise to you. Please forgive us!”

Despite his serious injuries, Jiang Ziyang was furious. The Yan family had nearly destroyed the Jiang family—their entire clan’s survival was at stake.

Jiang Ziyang said gravely, “From now on, the Jiang family and the Yan family have nothing more to do with each other!”

Yan Tian’s body trembled. For years he had courted the Jiang family, all for the approval of Master Jiang. With no male heirs in the Jiang family, if he married Jiang Liuying, the Jiang family would become his.

Who could have foreseen that after years of effort, it would all end today?

Jiang Liuying hated Yan Tian deeply and said, “Yan Tian, if you ever seek revenge against Su Ye, the Jiang family will not spare you.”

Yan Tian’s face crumbled in despair—he knew he had lost completely. He nodded heavily and prepared to leave with his people.

Suddenly, Su Ye said, “Wait—”

Yan Tian froze, asking in fear, “What more do you want?”

Even the Jiang family members hesitated. Though the Yan family was loathsome, if Su Ye killed them, it would cause a huge uproar. After all, the Yan family had merely betrayed them and failed to help, but hadn’t directly tried to kill the Jiang family.

“Su Ye...” Even Ouyang Yunfeng spoke up.

“Don’t worry, I know my limits!” Su Ye smiled, then turned to Yan Tian, “Since you were so eager to marry Liuying and brought your whole family here, surely you didn’t come empty-handed? Did you bring any wedding gifts? Where are they?”

Wedding gifts?

Yan Tian’s eyelid twitched. He had indeed brought his father, Yan Youtu, intending to win the beauty’s hand—and his father had brought plenty of valuables.

“What are you trying to do?”

“You betrayed us, so those things are compensation! Hand them over!” Su Ye extended his hand.

Many people stared at Su Ye in disbelief.

What was happening? Was Su Ye robbing them? Even the wedding gifts wouldn’t be spared.

Given the atmosphere, shouldn’t they reject everything from the Yan family? Why was he asking about wedding gifts?

Noticing the surprised looks, Su Ye smiled. “You Yan family members are disgusting, but the items are innocent! Shouldn’t you compensate us?”

“Yes, yes—we should! Quickly, hand over everything!” Yan Tian ordered hurriedly. Now that Su Ye was being reasonable, if pushed too far, lives would be lost.

The Yan family martial artists didn’t dare hesitate. They began handing over all the prepared gifts.

Many were jade stones in ornate boxes, each clearly worth a fortune.

Su Ye didn’t let them off, even making them surrender their weapons, necklaces, and cell phones. The most valuable was Yan Tian’s engagement ring, worth over seventy million, plus an antique painting for Jiang Ziyang.

Yan Tian had thought that once he married Jiang Liuying, all these things would be his, so he spared no expense, even buying a rare stamp collection, each stamp worth millions.

Su Ye didn’t care about their feelings; he seized everything and let them leave.

As the Yan family left the Jiang manor in disgrace, shivering in the cold breeze, stripped of coats, shoes, and even travel money back to Jiang City...

Even Ouyang Yunfeng shook his head, “I really can’t figure you out!”

Jiang Liuying punched Su Ye lightly with her delicate fist, pouting, “You really are too naughty.”

Su Ye smiled, secretly relieved—this calamity was finally passing.

“I’ll tell you, I actually... hmm? Master Jiang, are you all right?”

Halfway through his words, Su Ye noticed Jiang Ziyang was unsteady, his eyes rolling back as he collapsed. Fortunately, the steward nearby caught him in time.

“Dad! Don’t scare me!” Jiang Liuying cried, her face pale and tears streaming. She had no other family in the Jiang household, had lost so much already, and could not afford to lose her only loved one.

“Master, are you all right? This is bad—it must be the aftereffects of the forbidden technique...”