Three people died in a matter of seconds, all of whom were good seeds for the future of the Ye Clan, but they met their demise just like that. This was the Martial World where your talent only mattered if you managed to survive.
A dead talent was no better than a wasted one.
Looking down at the bloodied bodies, Ye Jun could see his own future in them if he hadn't tried to stay low initially. People considered it cowardice, but this was the result that awaited them for bravery.
He turned his head and found the short man, Ye Cheng's brother, looking at him with pure dread in his eyes. Ye Jun had already broken his kneecaps thoroughly so he couldn't even run away.
"D-Demon! You're a demon!" the short man cried out. "That's how you progressed so fast!"
"Whatever satiates your coping," Ye Jun muttered and walked towards him, only for him to crawl back in fear.
