Chapter 82: All of You Must Die!

“What, you still dare make a move? Do you even know who I am?! I am—”

Smack!

Ye Kun’s slap landed hard across Ye Yushu’s face, the force and speed perfectly controlled. Ye Yushu collapsed on the spot, the flagstone beneath him even showing faint cracks.

At that moment, Ye Yushu clutched his cheek, dazed and bewildered, unable to find words for the sudden turn of events.

Ye Li and Yan Muer, watching “Brother Kun” lay down the law, felt a rush of excitement. Whether or not it was about strength didn’t matter; the main thing was that a bald man beating someone up looked especially dashing. They were halfway to becoming fangirls.

Even Tong Ge was a little frightened now. This bald man was actually so forceful—he even dared strike someone from the capital’s Ye family!

Dongmen Meng let out a soft laugh. “Husband, Kun reminds me a lot of you back in the day.”

Ye Ming rubbed his forehead in resignation. “Youthful folly, nothing worth mentioning… nothing at all…”

“I wasn’t complimenting you.”

“…”

Tong Ge quickly recovered from his shock and shouted at Ye Kun, “What do you think you’re doing! Don’t you know—”

Before Tong Ge could finish, he saw the bald man turn his head. That look in his eyes…

“Quick… quick… kill him!!!” Tong Ge was so flustered his words tumbled over each other, hastily ordering the Sword Sovereign behind him to act.

But the Sword Sovereign replied leisurely, “The contract is quite clear. I can only intervene if the young master’s life is in danger.”

“Are you going to wait until I’m dead before you lift a finger?!”

“Is the employer making a special request? Not impossible.”

“You! I’ve had enough!” Tong Ge, furious, actually drew his sword and swung at the Sword Sovereign. It seemed the Sword Sovereign had truly driven him to the brink.

The Sword Sovereign spoke calmly, “Employer, do you think that violating Article 1651 of Section 167 of the contract will matter? Even if I kill you now, I’ll still get a five-star review. Heh heh…” The Sword Sovereign’s grin turned chilling, making everyone’s hair stand on end.

Tong Ge wanted to sheathe his sword, but it was too late. Panic filled his eyes as he saw the Sword Sovereign’s thumb flick the hilt, revealing the blade!

Tong Ge closed his eyes, bracing himself for death. Was today cursed? How had things come to this? Why?!

He waited for death’s arrival, but nothing happened. Unable to help himself, he opened his eyes.

His pupils widened in horror: a man had seized the Sword Sovereign’s wrist, and Tong Ge’s own blade had merely torn the Sword Sovereign’s robe at the shoulder.

Ye Ming chuckled softly. “Let the children have their squabbles; adults should refrain from interfering.”

The Sword Sovereign gazed at Ye Ming, a faint smile on his lips. “And adults shouldn’t mind if I discipline the children a bit.”

“I’ve long heard the legends of the Five Days. To meet the Thousand-Faced Thunder Voice in person is truly a rare fortune.” Ye Ming released Thunder Voice’s wrist and smiled, hands clasped behind his back.

Thunder Voice sheathed his sword, his smile broadening. “And I’ve long heard the stories of the Ye family’s third son, the King of the Underworld. To meet you at last, it’s an honor indeed—a true King of the Underworld!” Thunder Voice looked at Ye Ming’s square face and bristling beard, thinking: this man’s skin is thick indeed.

Hearing Thunder Voice call him King of the Underworld, Ye Ming felt delighted; no one had used that nickname for him in years.

In truth, Ye Ming had only guessed at Thunder Voice’s identity. The Five Days were five formidable, eccentric individuals who’d been making a name for themselves in the mercenary world in recent years. Among them, the Thousand-Faced Thunder Voice always enjoyed five-star reviews—because he’d infuriate his employers into attacking him, giving him the excuse to kill them and still collect top ratings.

Such intelligence was hard to come by. After all, no one really knew the full strength of the Mercenary Guild, which operated mysteriously across the entire Xuan Yue Continent. Gathering this information had cost a fortune, given the Guild’s fortress-like secrecy.

“Why not come inside for a cup of hot wine to warm up?” Ye Ming was genuinely curious about the Five Days. Thunder Voice’s apparent Sword Sovereign strength wasn’t his true power; only a real fight would tell.

Thunder Voice’s smile faded. “No wedding wine for me. I’m taking this boy with me. The rules mustn’t be broken.”

“They’re just children who don’t know any better. You're making things difficult.” Ye Ming had stepped in for a reason—years ago, the Tong family had spoken up for him, and he’d never forgotten the favor. This was his chance to repay the debt.

Thunder Voice said nothing, while Tong Ge was now thoroughly terrified. What kind of monster had he hired?

Ye Ming rapped Tong Ge lightly on the head. “Hurry up and promise him a five-star review!”

“Ah… oh… I will… I’ll give a good review…” Tong Ge agreed at once, feeling his life was hanging by a thread.

Thunder Voice smiled. “Since the King of the Underworld has spoken, I’ll let it go. But remember your words: if you don’t give a five-star review, I’ll kill your entire family—including that aunt of yours in the palace!”

With those words, Thunder Voice slowly rose into the air. With a bang, he shot southward at a speed so great the air itself seemed to shatter.

But his voice echoed back: “If you’re the King of the Underworld, then I must be the Emperor of the Underworld!”

Ye Ming awkwardly scratched his nose. Back when he’d taken that nickname, there was indeed a reason for it—and his wife had teased him about it for years.

Tong Ge now felt at a loss for words. He’d come here to stir up trouble and steal the bride, yet his opponents had saved his life. Things couldn’t be more complicated.

“Um… thank you, Uncle Ye, for saving me.” Tong Ge was well-mannered. He hadn’t come to target anyone in particular; his main goal was to take Yan Muer away. Yet Yan Muer had tricked him, and the Ye family had never said a word against him. To repay kindness with enmity—it was shameful…

Ye Ming patted Tong Ge on the shoulder. “If you’re going to talk tough, make sure you can back it up. Look at your friend—his own father probably wouldn’t recognize him right now.”

Ye Kun was still enthusiastically slapping Ye Yushu, maintaining just enough force to keep him conscious.

Tong Ge blushed to his ears and swallowed awkwardly. “Uncle Ye, since you’ve saved me, please see it through to the end.”

“You youngsters should handle your own affairs. I won’t interfere further,” Ye Ming said mildly, turning to ascend the wedding platform. In truth, he knew the other side had given him face just now—otherwise, that boy would be dead by now.

Tong Ge immediately looked to Yan Muer, his eyes pleading: For the sake of our long friendship, could your husband stop hitting me? If he must, at least not in the face…

But just then, a terrifying aura descended from above. Ye Kun’s expression changed and he had to release Ye Yushu.

A wild surge of sword energy forced Ye Kun to leap backward.

A long sword stood quivering in the ground, its golden tassel a symbol of family honor.

Seeing the sword, Ye Yushu suddenly grew excited. “You’re all dead today! Hahahaha!!!”