This statement was made with full confidence, and the mockery was evident.
He, at the third level of the Saint realm, was holding back two individuals at the fifth level of the Saint realm, with another fifth-level Saint realm cultivator still suppressed by the Mountain River Seal. Was this not mockery?
However, this was within Ye Nantian's expectations. If Ye Longlin were that simple, he wouldn't have become the Ye family's greatest enemy.
Ye Nantian lit a cigar, sat calmly in his armchair, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Ye Longlin, so what if you can hold back two Saints alone? My Ye family isn't without external help."
This statement also told him that the Ye family was not fighting alone.
In such a situation, it seemed whoever called for external help first would lose.
But in reality, the Wu family, which had sided with the Ye family, had completely defected. Ye Nantian was unaware of this. Once the Wu family made their move, the Ye family would be effectively finished.
The only hope for the Ye family to turn the tide was the Dark Hall.
Now, it remained to be seen how many people from the Dark Hall would help the Ye family.
Ye Longlin raised his head slightly, a playful smile appearing on his lips. He chuckled, but said nothing.
Ye Nantian looked up at Jian Kuang and asked calmly, "Do you have confidence?"
Jian Kuang glanced at Ye Longlin. "Ten minutes."
As soon as the words fell, Jian Kuang launched another attack on Ye Longlin, his moves creating a grand spectacle.
"Swords, come!"
With those two words, countless sword cries echoed from all over the capital, followed by the incessant sound of swords being drawn. The sky above the entire capital was dominated by a torrent of swords, each emitting a cold glint under the moonlight.
Thousands of swords floated behind Jian Kuang, each exuding a sharp aura, as if imbued with a terrifying presence. This was indeed the case; every sword carried an endless destructive aura. With this move, Jian Kuang lived up to his name.
"Go!"
Jian Kuang extended his sword finger, and the ten thousand swords swept towards Ye Longlin with ruthless indifference. The scene was magnificent and deeply moving.
Ye Longlin took a step forward, standing opposite Jian Kuang without making any move.
He lowered his head, his eyes closed, as if resigned to fate. Yet, before his eyes, scenes from the battlefield flashed by one by one.
"Brother Ye, if we don't break through soon, we'll all die here. Not a single one of us will survive. I'll open a bloody path for you, and you guys kill your way out."
"Boss, I can't hold on anymore. The enemy's firepower is too intense. We can't withstand it. I have one box of grenades left. I'm an explosives expert, let me go, you all leave!"
"Boss, my wife gave birth today. It's a pity I won't get to see it. If you have the chance and time, please help me check on my wife and child. Tell them I was a hero."
"Brother, I can't get out. You guys hurry up and go. Eighteen years later, we'll still be good men. In the next life, I still want to join the Dragon Pavilion."
"No regrets in this life to serve China, and in the next life, I still want to be a person of Kyushu!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Scene after scene flashed before his eyes, memories resurfacing.
In the sky, dark clouds gathered. Within the clouds, red lightning tore through the firmament, illuminating the entire world as if it were a sea of blood.
Yuan Gang, Xuan Niao, and Xuan Wu felt a stirring in their hearts. They looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with shock.
"Boss is..."
Yuan Gang murmured, staring blankly at the sky, his eyes filled with shock, nostalgia, and a touch of sadness.
"It's them... it's them..."
Xuan Niao also gazed blankly at the sky, tears streaming down her face.
Xuan Wu stared blankly, murmuring, "Su Qiang... Xue Ying... Tou Lang... Zhu Zi... Xiao Long..."
Ning Qi, seeing their expressions, asked with confusion, "What do you mean?"
Yuan Gang lit a cigarette, his heart aching. "Do you know why the boss is considered invincible on the battlefield?"
"Do you know why the Dragon Pavilion can do without anyone else, but not without the boss?"
"Do you know why the Dragon Pavilion's cohesion is so strong?"
"Do you know why the boss wins every battle?"
"Do you really think that winning every battle is achieved by outnumbering the enemy?"
Ning Qi opened his mouth, unable to answer. He truly didn't know the answers to these questions. In fact, in the capital, almost no one knew the answers.
"From now on, the entire capital will know why the boss is the Overlord on the battlefield!"
"He has forged a path unprecedented, he is the soul of the Dragon Pavilion! For at least the next fifty years, no one, except himself, can surpass the achievements he has reached!"
"Boom!"
As the words fell, a bolt of red lightning pierced through the heavens and earth, bathing everything in a blood-red hue.
A series of bloody figures appeared before Ye Longlin. Former Dragon Pavilion soldiers transformed into bloody figures, standing in the sky. As each figure appeared, they swarmed forward like a tide, countless bloody warriors materializing before him.
These were all figures they knew, people who had died on the battlefield in countless battles. Counting them, there were thousands!
The names of those they could recall now appeared before Yuan Gang and the other two in this manner. Even hardened men couldn't help but shed tears.
Their names last appeared on official documents, unknown to the outside world, unknown to the public.
Only their families and superiors remembered them.
"Now, do you understand?"
A look of pride appeared on Yuan Gang's face. Wiping away his tears, he took a step forward, his gaze filled with pride.
This was the foundation of the Dragon Pavilion, and its faith!
"The boss alone is equivalent to a small army."
In the sky, thousands of bloody figures charged towards the sword torrent, fearless of death.
Ye Longlin slowly opened his eyes, his gaze now filled with cold indifference.
"The countless valiant souls of my Dragon Pavilion shall raze your Ye family today!"
Ye Longlin's voice echoed throughout the scene. Ye Nantian's face turned pale, completely unprepared for Ye Longlin's terrifying power.
This was a development they had never anticipated.
With a single charge, accompanied by countless lingering heroic souls, the swords were reduced to a thousand fragments, falling piece by piece from the sky to the ground.
"This..."
Jian Kuang was also stunned. He had never expected Ye Longlin to possess such an ability. This kind of power was unprecedented.
As the number one swordsman, Jian Kuang had never heard of such a terrifying ability, nor of bringing the dead back in such a manner to face everyone.
"Who the hell are you!"