With Nan Shan’s appearance, the atmosphere in the tavern grew incredibly tense.

The members of the Nan Family gathered around Nan Shan. Though terrified of Ye Wushuang, the presence of their family’s number one genius gave them a renewed sense of confidence.

Their glares toward Ye Wushuang turned vicious.

"What happened?"

Nan Shan asked, confused, as he looked at the sorry state of his family members.

"Brother Nan Shan, you told me to find a tavern earlier. I came to this Youkelai Tavern and was about to book the entire second floor. But I never expected that brat to be so unreasonable. He just had to pick a fight with our Nan Family."

As the portly young man spoke, he pointed at Ye Wushuang. "It was him! He not only hit me, but he also launched a sneak attack on Nan Rong. Brother Nan Shan, you have to get revenge for me! You should cripple him!"

He clutched his swollen cheek, a vicious gleam in his eyes. ’How dare he hit me! I’ll skin you alive and rip out your tendons! I’ll make you wish you were dead, kneeling on the ground begging me to kill you!’

At his words, the crowd turned to look at Ye Wushuang. He had already struck twice, so they knew this white-robed young man was quite strong.

But it was just their bad luck to have provoked the Nan Family, an Ancient Race. Facing Nan Shan, they were bound to suffer!

"Get back!"

The tavern patrons scrambled to get out of the way. A huge fight was inevitable.

The waiter behind Ye Wushuang also scurried away in terror. ’Getting slapped is one thing,’ he thought, ’but I don’t want to get killed over this.’

Nan Shan’s pupils constricted slightly as he stared at Ye Wushuang.

Meng Fan and Yang Qing’er’s expressions were grim. They knew this matter wouldn’t be resolved peacefully.

"Captain, they have the numbers. I don’t think they’ll let this go. We’re outnumbered; we can’t take them on by force," Meng Fan whispered to Ye Wushuang, having quickly analyzed the situation.

Ye Wushuang’s gaze was steady. His pupils turned a deep, icy black, exuding a feeling of absolute indifference.

Seeing that Ye Wushuang wasn’t moving, Meng Fan grew anxious and muttered to Yang Qing’er, "Qing’er, you need to go get reinforcements. The captain and I will hold them off here."

"I want to stay with Brother Ye."

But Yang Qing’er refused, planting herself firmly by Ye Wushuang’s side.

"You mean him?"

Up ahead, Nan Shan asked, glancing over at the portly young man.

"That’s the bastard! He dared to launch a sneak attack and even crippled my hand! I’m going to chop off all his limbs!"

Nan Rong’s eyes were filled with venomous hatred, his killing intent so intense it was as if he wanted to devour Ye Wushuang whole.

’And that woman... I’ll definitely have my way with her!’

"We’ll see if you get the chance."

Ye Wushuang advanced step by step. Whether it was the portly youth’s slander or Nan Rong’s killing intent, he was not going to let any of them off easy today.

"Surround him!" the portly youth shouted, his expression turning vicious.

SLAP!

The word was barely out of his mouth when a sudden slap landed on the other side of his face.

THUD!

The portly youth’s body keeled over and slammed heavily onto the ground. In an instant, he was knocked out cold.

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat. Their eyes went wide, their faces etched with utter astonishment.

The one who had knocked the portly youth unconscious was none other than their own number one genius, Brother Nan Shan!

The force of the blow was brutal, not at all how you would treat one of your own!

The group from the Nan Family who had been about to surround Ye Wushuang all froze, stunned.

"Brother Nan Shan, you..."

Nan Rong stared dumbfounded at Nan Shan’s actions. He had just started to speak when—

SLAP!

Another slap landed viciously across Nan Rong’s face.

The force of the blow twisted Nan Rong’s face, sending several bloody, broken teeth shooting from his mouth to lodge themselves in the floor.

Nan Rong was completely stunned by the slap!

He never would have imagined that Nan Shan would be the one to hit him.

The crowd was even more bewildered. ’Instead of going after the trio, he slaps his own people twice? Has he lost his mind?’

Ignoring the stares of the crowd, Nan Shan walked toward Ye Wushuang with a wry smile. "We have been deeply offensive. I hope Brother Ye can find it in his heart to forgive us."

This simple sentence left nearly everyone gobsmacked.

Even Meng Fan and Yang Qing’er, standing behind Ye Wushuang, were too stunned to react. Nan Shan had slapped the portly youth and Nan Rong just so he could apologize!

"Wh-what’s going on?"

The minds of the Nan Family members completely short-circuited.

Nan Shan smiled bitterly. What the others didn’t know was that he had participated in the Earth Palace trials before. There, he had twice witnessed Ye Wushuang go on a killing spree.

He remembered it clearly. Ye Wushuang’s pupils would turn black as ink, cold and indifferent just like they were now—a sure sign he was about to start a massacre.

Back then, Ye Wushuang was only at the True Essence Sixth Layer, yet he had slaughtered experts of the True Essence Ninth Layer and even held his own against a master of the Spiritual Spring First Layer!

Now, Nan Shan was utterly shocked to discover that Ye Wushuang’s power had grown beyond his wildest imagination, despite how well he had concealed his aura.

But...

He could still see it. ’Spiritual Spring First Layer!’

Ye Wushuang’s power had already reached the Spiritual Spring First Layer!

This revelation startled him. ’With such terrifying Combat Power back then, just how strong is he now?’ Nan Shan couldn’t begin to imagine.

Nan Shan couldn’t help but sigh. He wouldn’t be wary of a typical opponent.

But this was the White-Clothed Killing God—a ruthless man who fought with a terrifying disregard for his own life. Nan Shan had to be wary. ’After all,’ he thought, ’if I get seriously injured in a desperate fight here, how will I compete on the Barbarian God Battle Platform?’

Besides, if Ye Wushuang truly decided to kill them, he feared none of the Nan Family members present would escape unscathed.

"Sorry, but I don’t accept your apology."

Ye Wushuang’s voice was calm, but his words were brimming with domineering power.

’This isn’t over.’

"Do you think our Nan Family is afraid of you?! If you dare to touch me, the Nan Family will never let you go!" Nan Rong roared, snapping back to his senses. His face, covered in blood, was a ferocious mask.

"Shut your mouth!" Nan Shan snapped, turning his head.

"Nan Shan, who the hell is he? Are you, the great number one genius of the Nan Family, actually afraid of him? Acting like this, you don’t deserve to be called our family’s top genius!"

Nan Rong roared. The slap from Nan Shan had filled him with a hatred that drowned all reason. He spat resentfully, "And you, brat, just you wait! You want to be her white knight, don’t you? I’ll make you watch as I have my way with her!"

"I told you to shut your mouth!"

Nan Shan’s expression changed drastically at Nan Rong’s words, and he swung another slap.

BAM! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Nan Rong’s body went flying.

"Don’t bother. I’ll do it myself." Ye Wushuang strode forward. Before Nan Rong’s flying body could even hit the ground, Ye Wushuang brought his foot down.

"Bastard! I’ll kill you!"

Seeing Ye Wushuang appear above him, Nan Rong twisted in mid-air and thrust out his palm. A White Tiger, condensed from True Essence, materialized and lunged murderously toward Ye Wushuang.

Vanish!

Ye Wushuang executed the Seven Steps of the Reversed Dragon. He took three consecutive steps, and with the final stomp, the very air seemed to tremble as a heart-stopping power rippled outward.

The crowd turned toward Ye Wushuang, their pupils contracting in shock.

’Fast! He’s too fast!’

Ye Wushuang moved so fast that no one could react. In the blink of an eye, he was gone like the wind, already outside the tavern door.

They only saw his white robes fluttering as he moved like a War God. The very space where he had stomped seemed to collapse, and a terrifying killing intent sent a chill down every spine.