Ye Zhenyu quickly dodged behind the martial arts experts.
Leng Yu Yan's long spear pierced straight into a person's chest, unable to get close to Ye Zhenyu.
Lai Taihong and Lai Ran saw this and attacked together.
In just a moment, the martial arts experts were beaten either dead or wounded by the Leng Family's three generations.
"Even so, Leng Yu Yan, what can you do to me?" Ye Zhenyu's wild laughter began, watching as those guarding him fell one after another; his fear was undeniable.
But thinking about the many supporters behind him, along with Ximo's forces, he felt a bit more assured.
Just then, a sharp sword flew from within the hall.
It pierced Ye Zhenyu's chest with a thud.
Ye Zhenyu looked at the trembling sword hilt, blood uncontrollably flowing from the corner of his lips.
He recognized the sword; it belonged to Father Emperor.
Ye Yuan stood at the hall's entrance: "Rebellious son! I can give you life, and I can take it away!"
