"Do you have an objection?"
These simple four words instantly plunged the atmosphere to an extreme low.
"Damn it! Where did this wild brat crawl out from, daring to speak to Senior Leite like that? Aren't you going to kneel down and beg for forgiveness?"
"Exactly! Utterly arrogant!"
"Heh heh heh! Young people nowadays truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. How laughable!"
"You're the one who injured Young Master Yue, aren't you! What audacious gall!"
"..."
Hearing Ye Ming's words, the people opposite him immediately surged forward, their eyes blazing with fury. Before Leite could even speak, they began their tirades.
For these individuals, this was undoubtedly a prime opportunity to make an impression on Leite. Consequently, some of the more hot-headed ones had already rushed up to Ye Ming, clenching their fists as if ready to strike.
"Get lost, all of you!"
Boom!
Just as they were about to launch a collective assault on Ye Ming, to their utter astonishment, a sonic wave, like a roaring wild lion carrying the force of thunder, swept in from behind them.
"Ah!"
As the sonic wave passed, those who had been preparing to attack Ye Ming were sent scattering like fallen leaves, forming desolate parabolas as they crashed heavily onto the edge of the performance stage, groaning in agony.
The one who had attacked them was none other than Leite, whom they had been trying to curry favor with.
Leite stared coldly at the fallen crowd, his face etched with gloom.
His mood at that moment was beyond terrible.
He had also not expected that the young man Yue Ling had mentioned, the one who caused chaos in Bi'an Town, would be Ye Ming.
"Old Ye..."
"Just call me Mr. Ye!"
Just as Leite was about to address Ye Ming as "Little Brother Ye," the latter interrupted him first, his expression still largely unchanged. "We're not that familiar, are we?"
Ye Ming's words were light but clearly conveyed a message. That is, he and Leite didn't have much of a relationship, so superfluous pleasantries were unnecessary.
This perfectly reflected Ye Ming's state of mind, which was far from outwardly calm. His heart was already ablaze with anger, but he was suppressing it for the moment.
Faced with Ye Ming's coldness, Yue Ling, standing behind Leite, his eyes narrowed and his face extremely grim, his pupils filled with a palpable malice.
He strode forward, pointing at Ye Ming and roaring, "Ye! Don't think you can be so reckless just because you have connections with an old friend of my master! If you want to leave here alive, I advise you to..."
"Slap!"
However, before he could finish his words, Leite, standing beside him, suddenly turned and delivered a heavy palm strike to Yue Ling's face. The crisp sound echoed through the air.
"Ah!"
Yue Ling's head snapped to the side, and his entire body flew outward. As he was thrown, he stared with dead, disbelieving eyes at his master.
He couldn't comprehend why he had been struck.
*Pfft!*
Yue Ling landed on the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. Mixed within the crimson liquid were even fragments of white teeth.
Leite's palm strike had clearly been delivered in genuine anger.
"Wh... why?"
Yue Ling covered his right cheek with his hand, looking at Leite in bewilderment.
The others, who had been swept away by Leite earlier, shared the same question.
We were all on the same side, so why did you attack us in the end?
They couldn't understand.
However, Leite was too preoccupied with Ye Ming to even bother answering Yue Ling's question, not even glancing at him.
He spoke in a deep voice, clasping his hands in a respectful bow. "Mr. Ye! I am truly sorry for what happened. Please give me time, and I will ensure you receive a satisfactory explanation!"
Facing this young man, even Leite, who was known as the most hot-tempered among the Four Elder Seats of the Black Tower, had to proceed with caution.
Because he was aware of the other's identity.
The number one person in Hua Country.
That alone was not someone he could afford to offend.
However, Leite's current demeanor was a world-shattering sight for the onlookers.
Everyone present was a prominent figure in Gaoqiao Country; they were not fools. It was precisely for this reason that they detected something unusual in Leite's words.
That is: Leite was extremely wary of the young man before him.
"This... how is this possible?"
Even though they realized this, not a single person dared to believe it.
After all, Leite was the Fourth Elder Seat of the Black Tower, an absolute top-tier figure within Gaoqiao Country and its surrounding nations.
Yet, such a powerful individual was now bowing down to a youth in front of them. The visual impact was immense.
Among them, Yue Ling's shock was evidently the greatest.
"No! This... is impossible?"
His heart roared internally, his face gradually contorting into a ferocious expression.
Leite had always been his source of pride. As the man's sole disciple, his own status was also exceptionally high.
But now, his master was yielding to someone his own age. How could he possibly accept this?
However, no one paid any attention to his current feelings.
"Elder Seat Leite! This is Bi'an Town, and by right, as an outsider, I have no standing to interfere in anything. But..."
At this point, Ye Ming held onto Duo Er's icy hand by his side, his gaze shifted slightly as he looked at Yue Ling, who lay pale on the ground, his voice suddenly dropping. "But he extended his dirty hand towards my friend, and that has crossed my bottom line!"
"And furthermore..."
At this moment, the killing intent emanating from Ye Ming was no longer concealed. "It's because of me that this piece of trash is preparing to vent his impotent rage on my friend. For this alone, he deserves to die!"
As Ye Ming's voice fell, the temperature of the surrounding air plummeted. It seemed as if even time and space were frozen by the killing intent Ye Ming unleashed. Everyone's bodies gradually stiffened, and they couldn't help but shiver, as if they saw an abyss opening up before them.
"No... no!"
At this moment, Yue Ling's pupils seemed about to leap from his eye sockets. He scrambled backward in desperation, his clothes all dampened by the frost of fear. Even the ground bore the viscous remnants cast by the shadow of death.
And this fate was not exclusive to Yue Ling. Wang Xu, who had been implicated with him earlier, also received the gaze of the abyss.
He collapsed onto the ground, the scythe of death already hovering over his throat.
"Ye..."
Leite, seeing Ye Ming's decision to kill, opened his mouth under immense pressure, but the words caught in his throat.
Because as he was about to speak, Ye Ming's peripheral vision cast a faint glance at him.
It was as if daring to utter a single word would be his final testament.
And just as everyone believed Yue Ling and Wang Xu were about to perish, a dazzling green light suddenly flashed across the scene, followed by a clear, celestial voice:
"Young Master Ye, please quell your anger!"