C7 Explode!!

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

Yeh Yulin's fist connected with Yeh Haishan's chest, and with a dull thud, a noticeable indentation formed.

"Whoa!"

Yeh Haishan expelled a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward.

"Get back here!" Yeh Yulin bellowed, seizing Yeh Haishan's hand with a fierce tug.

The exceptional resilience of the Holy Body was on full display, as the massive impact was absorbed, pulling Yeh Haishan back in a brutally forceful manner. The result, however...

"Crack!"

A sharp snap echoed from Yeh Haishan's arm.

"Ah!"

His arm was wrenched off, the severe pain eliciting another agonized scream from him.

In his agony, as a combative member of the Yeh Family, Yeh Haishan instinctively mustered his Spiritual Force and directed it at Yeh Yulin's chest.

"Bang!"

It landed.

Yet Yeh Yulin remained unmoved, merely watching Yeh Haishan with a malevolent grin.

Yeh Haishan was stunned. His punch felt like it had hit solid rock, yet also like it had struck a cushion of cotton. The mix of hard and soft textures made it clear to Yeh Haishan that Yeh Yulin was unharmed.

"Curse this Holy Body... Ugh!"

"Damn you!" Yeh Yulin roared, his fist crashing into Yeh Haishan's face. As teeth flew, Yeh Haishan's world seemed to spin.

"Still dare to fight back?!"

"Bang!"

"I dare you to fight back!"

"Bang!"

"Thought you were tough?"

"Bang!"

"Think you're strong?"

"Bang!"

"You dare curse at me?"

"Bang!"

"Curse me!"

"Bang!"

"Curse me again!"

"Bang!"

Yeh Yulin's grip was ironclad, preventing Yeh Haishan from being knocked away, as he delivered punch after relentless punch.

Yeh Haishan was like a pinball, while the Holy Body youth stood unshakable.

Blood streamed from the corner of Yeh Haishan's mouth, arcing through the air, while the sound of his bones shattering was a constant from his battered form.

In that instant, the youth transformed into a monstrous humanoid, unleashing a frenzied vengeance.

Yeh Haishan was already incapacitated, unable to fight back.

Aside from his rebellion, an eerie quiet had settled around them.

In fact, a hush had fallen over the entire entrance of the city.

Onlookers were struck dumb by the spectacle, rendered speechless as they could only witness Yeh Yulin's rampage.

"Ye-Yeh Haishan!"

Finally snapping out of their shock, Yeh Haishan's allies screamed and dashed forward in a desperate attempt to intervene.

"Back off!"

Yeh Yulin bellowed once more, the formidable strength of the Holy Body surging as he hoisted Yeh Haishan and hurled him at his comrades, sending them scattering in disarray.

"Yeh Yulin, this is outrageous!" Yeh Haishan's friends seethed with anger.

Using Yeh Haishan as a makeshift weapon, they hesitated to strike, fearing they might injure him. Yet, empowered by the Holy Body, Yeh Yulin wielded him with ease, turning him into an effective tool of assault.

"You're the one who's out of line!" In response, Yeh Yulin let out a furious roar and charged at the companions.

"Fall back, fall back!" One of them called out, leading the retreat while shouting, "Yeh Yulin, what are you trying to do? If anything happens to Yeh Haishan, you're done for! Not even a hundred deaths would be enough for you!"

"I've had it with you! You're the real trash here!" Yeh Yulin howled, barreling toward the young man.

"Damn it!" The young man shuddered and, without another word, turned tail and fled.

"What's the matter? Can't you fight? Lost your nerve against 'trash'?" Yeh Yulin taunted from behind.

But the young man paid him no heed and kept running.

Yeh Yulin had lost all reason, wielding Yeh Haishan with a suicidal fervor. It was wiser to retreat now; otherwise, no matter who got hurt, Yeh Yulin or Yeh Haishan, the consequences would inevitably fall on him.

Life was on the line, but the weight of such responsibility was more than he could bear. Besides, his life was far too valuable. A hundred Yeh Yulins wouldn't even amount to one of his fingers. What would happen if he got hurt?

The moment he fled, Yeh Haishan's other companions quickly followed suit. Who would willingly risk their life fighting a nobody like Yeh Yulin, especially if it meant potentially harming Yeh Haishan?

With a contemptuous "Humph!" Yeh Yulin halted, giving them a glance filled with murderous intent. He hoisted the unconscious Yeh Haishan up before him, gazing indifferently at his former comrades.

Yeh Haishan was now a shadow of his former self, stripped of all his initial nobility and pride.

From a distance, one of Yeh Haishan's companions dared to shout, "Ye-Yeh Yulin, you wouldn't dare harm..."

His words were cut short by Yeh Yulin's icy stare, silencing him instantly. He feared Yeh Yulin might charge at him, ready to fight to the death, still clutching Yeh Haishan.

"You're all worthless, a bunch of nobodies!" Yeh Yulin scoffed with scorn, pointing at Yeh Haishan's companions, utterly indifferent to their livid expressions. Turning to the unconscious Yeh Haishan, he sneered again and whispered in his ear, "And you, I'll settle our score next time. This is just the interest."

With a swift motion, Yeh Yulin tossed Yeh Haishan into the air, then landed a heavy punch on his closed eyes, sending him crashing down onto Kong Yaer, who was seated on the ground.

"Bitch, since you're so fond of him, stick with him!"

"Bang!"

"Ahhh!"

Amidst a fresh spray of blood and Kong Yaer's screams, Yeh Yulin turned and ran off. It was time to stop; any more commotion might draw the attention of the Yeh Family's higher-ups.

No matter, there was plenty of time to settle their scores later.

Even after Yeh Yulin had gone, his companions remained at a distance. They didn't intercept him, not for lack of ability, but because they simply didn't care to. Today, Yeh Yulin had been unnervingly different.

The sheer desperation of the scene caused their hearts to race. After several deep breaths, one of Yeh Haishan's companions approached him, unsure whether he was alive or dead. The sight that met him made him inhale sharply, his eyes wide with horror.

The state of Yeh Haishan was nothing short of ghastly. His entire left face was a mess of blood and torn flesh, his left eye completely destroyed. Blood continued to pour out, his chest was marred with multiple indentations, and one of his arms was grotesquely twisted, clearly broken in several places.

Could Yeh Yulin have done this? That good-for-nothing?

He seemed like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus.

The companions of Yeh Haishan gazed up in a daze at Yeh Yulin's retreating figure, with a single thought echoing in their minds: How could this be possible?

Yeh Haishan was a Level Five Battle Soldier, while Yeh Yulin was merely at Level One. How could he have possibly overcome a four-level gap and left Yeh Haishan in such a state? Even if Yeh Haishan had been caught off guard, the disparity in levels was evident!

If such a hierarchy could be disregarded, it would completely upend the world they knew... It would shake the very foundation of the Celestial Essence World.

One of Yeh Haishan's companions, a mature-looking young man, watched Yeh Yulin's back with an ashen face. It took him a while before he spoke in an icy tone, "His speed has increased, and his strength has greatly improved. What on earth happened to this so-called trash?"