C12 Crack the Coffin Claw

Ye Feilong turned around, his face breaking into a smile.

The young girl, Lau Jiuyue, wore an air of elegance in her simple green attire. Her delicate features were framed by her dark hair, which cascaded over her shoulders. As the breeze stirred her locks, they rippled like gentle waves, creating a picturesque scene.

Lau Jiuyue was an orphan, fourteen years old. At the age of five, she had collapsed from hunger by the roadside, where Ye Feilong's father, Ye Yinian, found her. Upon learning of her plight, he brought her home. Though officially a maid in the Ye household, Ye Yinian and Ye Feilong never treated her as a servant, but rather as a member of the family.

"Young Master," Lau Jiuyue said through her tears, "Young Master, you're not senseless. You're not senseless. It's wonderful, just wonderful."

Ye Feilong had been brought back barely clinging to life. Ye Yinian had looked at him, shaking his head and sighing, saying that whether the young master would awaken was a matter of his own will. It took three days for him to finally open his eyes. Upon waking, he remained silent, fixating on his empty hands with a peculiar look. He even asked her, "Can you see?" When she shook her head, unable to see anything, he returned to his strange contemplation of his hands.

She had been so worried that Ye Feilong had been rendered foolish from his injuries. But now, seeing him venture out with such clarity in his eyes, she knew he was far from foolish, and her heart swelled with happiness.

The young master's well-being was indeed a cause for immense joy.

Lau Jiuyue wept with happiness.

"What do you mean, 'Young Master'? Could I possibly be an imposter? Silly girl, even if you're foolish, I'm certainly not," he teased.

Ye Feilong was aware that he was holding a cellphone in his hands, which Lau Jiuyue could not see, leading to her misunderstanding. But there was no need for explanations. Cradling Lau Jiuyue's face in his hands, he gently wiped her tears with his thumbs before playfully ruffling her hair.

"Mmm, I'm relieved you're okay. The master will be overjoyed to see you're unharmed when he returns today."

Lau Jiuyue lifted her left arm to wipe away her tears.

Ye Feilong paused, a look of concern briefly crossing his face. He decided against telling her about his father's amputation for now, reasoning that the longer he could keep it from her, the more he could spare her the heartache.

"Young Master, let's head home. I've bought plenty of groceries; we'll make it a feast tonight."

Lau Jiuyue was genuinely elated.

"What's so special about the Ye family's food?"

An abrupt voice interjected, "Lau Jiuyue, from now on, you're with me. Stick with me, and you'll enjoy the finest foods, the spiciest drinks, and a life of endless wealth and honor."

Ye Feilong and Lau Jiuyue turned to see a group of more than a dozen people approaching.

"Li Qianfan?"

Ye Feilong's gaze turned icy as he eyed the newcomer.

Li Qianfan, seventeen, was a year older than Ye Feilong and the biological younger brother of Li Qianyang. Even more handsome than his brother, Li Qianfan was well-known among Cloud Forest City's youth. He was listed as one of the top ten prodigies under twenty, ranking ninth, just above Ye Feiling and right below Ye Feilong.

He had never been content with Ye Feilong ranking higher, yet he had never had the opportunity to challenge him.

Now, with Ye Feilong's dantian destroyed and his name struck from the list, Li Qianfan would move up to the eighth position if the rankings were updated.

Regardless, the Lee family took pride in having both Lee Qianyan and Lee Qianfan named among Cloud Forest City's top ten geniuses. It was not only a testament to the family's glory but also a celebrated tale throughout the city.

The Lee family, with its influential elders and young masters, consistently held the title of the preeminent family in Cloud Forest City.

The entourage following Li Qianfan included the Lee family's guards and the young disciples who were his usual companions.

The crowd gathered around him like stars circling the moon.

The Second Young Master of the Lee family certainly knew how to make an entrance.

"Jiuyue, you grow more beautiful by the day."

Lee Qianfan approached without sparing Ye Feilong a glance, as if he were invisible, his gaze intensely fixed on Lau Jiuyue. "Imagine becoming the Young Mistress of the Lee family instead of slaving away as a maid for that waste, Ye Feilong. I promise, in five years, I'll make you my wife, and you'll bask in endless wealth and splendor."

"I'm sorry, but serving as a maid for my young master is a hundred times better than being your Young Mistress," Lau Jiuyue firmly declined.

Lee Qianfan's eyes narrowed, yet his smile deepened. "You will be mine. If you willingly come with me, you'll be the esteemed Young Mistress of the Lee family. Otherwise..."

His fingers curled menacingly as he reached for Lau Jiuyue's neck, his expression twisting into something monstrous. "Otherwise, you'll be nothing more than a plaything for me to abuse at my whim..."

In a swift change of motion, his hand veered toward Ye Feilong's throat with a vicious intent, as if to rip it out.

Ye Feilong, having anticipated Lee Qianfan's deliberate disregard, was even more convinced that he was the true target. He was ready for anything.

Regardless of whether Lee Qianfan intended to strike, his behavior toward Lau Jiuyue was enough for Ye Feilong to condemn him. The blood feud between them only solidified his resolve.

Expecting the unexpected, Ye Feilong was not caught off guard by Lee Qianfan's sudden shift in attack.

Shielding Lau Jiuyue behind him, Ye Feilong met Lee Qianfan's hand with his own fist.

"Hehe," Lee Qianfan let out a chilling chuckle, his fingers splaying open to snatch at Ye Feilong's incoming punch. With a malevolent grin, he taunted, "Today, I shall personally rid Cloud Forest City of its filth..."

The fist made contact with Li Qianfan's palm.

Li Qianfan's face changed abruptly as he felt the unexpected strength of Ye Feilong, prompting him to quickly step back.

But as he retreated, resentment surged within him.

By now, a crowd had gathered, witnessing him being repelled by someone they deemed worthless. The shame was unbearable!

"You're asking for it!"

Li Qianfan lunged forward, his hand shooting out towards Ye Feilong's throat. His fingers were curled into talons, Genuine Qi swirling at their tips, and as he struck, a sound like the air being ripped apart echoed menacingly.

"The Young Master is invincible."

"The Young Master's strength is ever-increasing. Such powerful moves! Truly one of the top ten prodigies."

Li Qianfan's followers erupted in cheers and flattery.

"Crack the Coffin Claw!"

Ye Feilong's eyes narrowed, recognizing the signature move of the Lee family that was renowned in Cloud Forest City. It was this very technique that Lee Qianyang had used to seize his shoulder, allowing Han Yu to destroy his dantian. The Crack the Coffin Claw had left a deep impression on him.

This claw technique was as notorious as the Ye family's Heavenly Eagle Claw. But in terms of brutality, the Crack the Coffin Claw surpassed it.

Confronted once more with the Crack the Coffin Claw, a startling murderous light sparked in Ye Feilong's narrowed eyes.

The Lee family father and son, they deserved to die!

"Buzz!"

The air vibrated abruptly.

A punch was thrown, a charge forward, a palm strike, a knee lift, an elbow jab!