Chapter 12: Furious Battle with Ye Haoyu

"Ye Haoyu, how dare you lay a hand on Ye Chuan? Are you courting death?" Ye Junlin lifted Ye Chuan up from the ground, his forehead pulsing with veins. He roared furiously at Ye Haoyu, his voice filled with rage. Seeing his close friend beaten so badly, Ye Junlin was truly enraged at this moment.

"Oh? I wondered who it was—turns out it's you, Ye Junlin, the coward." Ye Haoyu sneered. "Ye Junlin, I attacked Ye Chuan today, what can you do about it? Do you really think you, a pathetic loser, can do anything to me, Ye Haoyu? If you've got guts, come over here and bite me!"

Ye Haoyu dismissed Ye Junlin's anger with utter disdain, his voice dripping with mockery and provocation.

"Very well, Ye Haoyu, you're forcing my hand." Ye Junlin replied in a cold, low growl.

A thunderous surge erupted from within Ye Junlin—his strength at the Fifth Stage of Vein Opening exploded wildly.

"Ye Haoyu, go to hell!" With rage fueling his actions, Ye Junlin launched himself straight at Ye Haoyu.

"Brother Ye, don't! Haoyu is now a Seventh Stage Vein Opening expert, and his strength has increased again." Witnessing Ye Junlin attack Ye Haoyu directly, Ye Chuan, Ye Xiaoya, and Old Fu all felt their hearts clench tight with worry. Especially Ye Chuan, who had just suffered greatly at Ye Haoyu's hands, anxiously shouted at Ye Junlin.

"Oh? Ye Junlin, look at you—reaching the Fifth Stage of Vein Opening now?" Ye Haoyu scoffed, full of ridicule. "But what does that matter? In my eyes, you’re still trash. Even Ye Chuan at the Sixth Stage couldn't beat me, and you, a Fifth Stage weakling, think you can join the fray?"

As Ye Junlin's punch rushed forward like a battering ram, Ye Haoyu’s face twisted with scorn.

The next moment, Ye Junlin was at Ye Haoyu’s side, and the two were locked in fierce combat.

Under the tense gazes of Ye Xiaoya and the others, Ye Junlin, relying on his Fifth Stage Vein Opening strength, fought Ye Haoyu, who was at the Seventh Stage, for several rounds with neither gaining the upper hand. The battle was evenly matched.

This—?

Ye Xiaoya, Ye Chuan, and Old Fu all stared wide-eyed at the incredible scene. Even Ye Haoyu, who had looked down on Ye Junlin, grew more and more shocked as the fight continued.

How could this be? Ye Junlin is only at the Fifth Stage of Vein Opening, so how is he able to hold his own against me for so many rounds?

"Ye Junlin, today I’ll let you taste the power of my Nine Transformations Wild Bull Fist!" Ye Haoyu growled, his eyes locked onto Ye Junlin, murderous intent clear.

Ye Junlin, you worthless fool—how dare you act so arrogant so soon after beginning to cultivate? Do you really think my Nine Transformations Wild Bull Fist can't deal with you?

"Heh, Ye Haoyu, do you think you’re the only one who knows the first transformation of the Nine Transformations Wild Bull Fist?" Ye Junlin roared as well.

He unleashed the same technique. As his fist struck, it was as if the roar of a wild bull echoed through the world.

Their fists collided, and Ye Haoyu was forced to retreat repeatedly under Ye Junlin’s blow.

"What? Ye Junlin, you actually mastered the first transformation of the Nine Transformations Wild Bull Fist?"

Ye Junlin laughed heartily. "Ha, Ye Haoyu, just the first transformation and you’re already shocked? Come, taste my second transformation!"

With another punch, Ye Junlin sent Ye Haoyu flying backward more than ten meters.

"Heh, Ye Haoyu, again! Nine Transformations Wild Bull Fist, third transformation!"

"You’ve mastered the third transformation?" Ye Haoyu exclaimed.

"Nine Transformations Wild Bull Fist, fourth transformation!"

"What? The fourth transformation?"

With each exchange, as Ye Junlin unleashed the fourth transformation of the Nine Transformations Wild Bull Fist, Ye Haoyu was utterly stunned.

He had spent seven years cultivating the Nine Transformations Wild Bull Fist and had only reached the third transformation. Even the elder, after decades, managed only the fourth transformation.

But Ye Junlin? He had always been considered a total failure, yet in just a few days, not only had he reached the Fifth Stage of Vein Opening, but he had also mastered the fourth transformation of the Nine Transformations Wild Bull Fist?

Ye Haoyu’s jaw dropped in shock.

With a thunderous crash, Ye Junlin’s fourth transformation struck Ye Haoyu’s chest with terrifying force, sending him flying and crashing into the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

"He won? Brother actually defeated Ye Haoyu at the Seventh Stage of Vein Opening?" Ye Xiaoya was momentarily stunned, then burst into genuine, joyful laughter. "Brother, you’re amazing!"

"Ye Junlin, how dare you! Do you know my third uncle is the manager of the Pill Treasure Pavilion? You actually dared to injure me like this? I’ll definitely tell my uncle about this—you’re dead!"

Ye Haoyu struggled to his feet, trying to leave.

Ye Junlin’s eyes narrowed; in a flash, he blocked Ye Haoyu’s path.

"Ye Junlin, you—what are you trying to do? What’s the meaning of this?" Ye Haoyu shouted in terror.

"Meaning? Ye Haoyu, after hurting my brother Ye Chuan, you think you can walk away alive?" Ye Junlin sneered coldly. In that instant, a branch from the Primordial Reincarnation Tree in his palm shot toward Ye Haoyu like a spirit snake.