Chapter Eighteen: Su Yang Appears

When Su Yang heard Wang Lang mention the names of his parents, his expression involuntarily stirred with emotion, yet he still restrained himself, keeping his gaze fixed on the unfolding battle ahead.

After Su Beilou was struck hard by Wang Lang’s punch, Su Yang’s face showed not a trace of pity—only cold, unyielding indifference.

“This old fellow’s strength is formidable, but little brother here can finish him in an instant,” Purple Lightning Wild Lion said confidently from the side.

As a sixth-rank mutated beast, it indeed had the arrogance to back such a claim.

“Don’t worry, there will be a chance for you to strike soon,” Su Yang said in an icy tone.

At that moment, Su Yang sensed a presence rapidly approaching the Su family—a fellow Divine Warrior. A name quickly surfaced in his mind.

“Could it be the city lord, Li Beiye?”

Mentioning Li Beiye brought Su Yang’s thoughts back three years to when the city lord’s mansion highly valued his talent. Li Beiye had even tried several times to arrange an engagement between Su Yang and his daughter. But back then, Su Yang was too arrogant to pay attention to the seemingly delicate Li Shanshan.

“Fate is whimsical. No matter what, if it truly is City Lord Li arriving, I must save him at all costs,” Su Yang thought silently.

Sure enough, just as Su Beilou was severely injured by Wang Lang’s punch and Wang Lang prepared to finish him off, a spear, radiating immense spiritual energy and bursting with power, streaked through the night like a meteor, heading straight for Wang Lang.

“Hmph? Li Beiye!” Wang Lang sensed the sudden danger and immediately retracted his attacking move, countering with a fist that unleashed a surge of spiritual energy, charging toward the incoming spear.

Bang!

The collision of spiritual energies erupted in a powerful shockwave.

The spear was driven back, and a figure appeared as if from nowhere—a war god—gripping the spear firmly and swiftly moving several steps into the Su estate.

“So it really is you, Li Beiye!” Wang Lang’s gaze turned cold as he stared at the newcomer, voice icy.

It seemed he had long expected Li Beiye to show up.

“Master Wang, you are swift. The Third Prince just left, yet you couldn’t wait to make a move.”

“Too bad I arrived too late; otherwise, Su Beilou wouldn’t have been so gravely wounded,” Li Beiye sighed as he looked at the battered Su Beilou, whose spirit waned.

“Hmph, City Lord Li, I had planned to finish with the Su family before turning to your city lord’s mansion. Unexpectedly, you came to me. It certainly saves me some trouble,” Wang Lang said without surprise at Li Beiye’s appearance. He knew Li Beiye’s prudence meant he was aware that once the Su family was attacked, the next target would be the city lord’s mansion.

But Wang Lang was prepared.

Three days ago, he hired the infamous Black Wind Brothers with a hefty sum to guard the outskirts of Yebeicheng.

If anyone tried to flee from the city lord’s mansion, the Black Wind Brothers would appear to kill them.

Even if Li Beiye personally led his men, the three brothers working together could hold them off long enough to await reinforcements from the Wang estate.

“Wang Lang, things have come this far. I have nothing more to say; if it’s a battle, then let it be. But there is one matter I’ve never understood. Perhaps today you’ll give me an answer,” Li Beiye said calmly as he faced Wang Lang.

“Oh? You want to ask if the disappearance of Su Yang back then is related to the Wang family?” Wang Lang replied nonchalantly, hands behind his back.

“Exactly. I knew back then of your ambition, Wang Lang. But with the Su family restraining you, I didn’t interfere much. Yet, your mansion still grew strong,” Li Beiye said with a bitter smile.

“Hahaha! Indeed, City Lord Li, you saw through everything early on.”

“Right, Su Yang’s disappearance was definitely linked to my Wang family. It also allowed Su Beilou to die with peace of mind!” Wang Lang confessed frankly.

Upon hearing this, the already severely injured Su Beilou coughed up fresh blood, clutching his chest.

“Wa... Wang Lang! So all of this was your plan from the start... old... man!!!”

“Pfft!”

As if his blood was being assaulted, Su Beilou spat another mouthful of blood and fainted completely.

“Heh heh, now you know, but it’s too late. Su Lie also suspected me back then, but you had already won over hearts in the mansion, which led to infighting in the Su family. Su Lie and Lin Wanwan were exiled. In fact, you helped me greatly,” Wang Lang said happily, patiently recounting the past.

“Such a pity, such a pity for Su Yang’s supreme bloodline. If only I had warned Su Lie back then, your plot might not have succeeded!” Li Beiye sighed regretfully.

“Pity? What’s to pity? Hahaha! What good is Su Yang’s supreme bloodline? Yebeicheng only allows one chosen star—my daughter, Wang Yiyi!”

“Rest assured, Su Yang didn’t disappear for nothing. Over these three years, he’s been helping my daughter cultivate. This future son-in-law of mine truly adores my little girl,” Wang Lang said proudly.

Even the dullest could grasp the meaning behind his words.

“Could it be... that Wang Yiyi’s body contains the supreme blood?” Li Beiye’s expression darkened.

“City Lord Li, as you say, Yiyi’s body indeed carries the supreme blood,” Wang Yiyi, who had been watching nearby, responded softly.

“Heh, heh heh! No wonder you broke through to the Divine Warrior realm at such a young age.”

“So it truly was because of Su Yang.”

“Well, now that I know the truth, I have no regrets.”

“No matter what, today I want to see just how much power you, Wang Lang, still possess!”

With that, a mighty aura surged from Li Beiye, his raging spiritual energy instantly illuminating the entire Su estate. The overwhelming divine warrior pressure caused Wang Lang’s expression to shift.

“You’ve broken through to Divine Warrior rank seven?”

“Hmph! Yes. I’ve hidden my strength all these years precisely to guard against you, Wang Lang.”

“No need to hide now. Today’s battle will end with either your death or mine,” Li Beiye declared coldly, filled with unyielding resolve.

“City Lord Li, let Wang Yiyi come meet you,” Wang Lang said icily.

“Yiyi, you?” Wang Lang frowned, surprised that his beloved daughter would challenge the Divine Warrior rank seven Li Beiye.

“Father, don’t worry. I possess two kinds of bloodlines and need a fierce battle to adapt to the power within me. City Lord Li is just the opponent I want,” Wang Yiyi replied calmly, showing no fear.

Elder Bi from the Wang Yue Sect then spoke up: “Master Wang, let Yiyi try. With me here, you can rest assured.”

With Elder Bi’s endorsement, Wang Lang had no choice but to smile and say, “Very well, let them witness my daughter’s formidable talent.”

Just as Wang Yiyi prepared to face Li Beiye in battle, a voice echoed faintly from the darkness:

“Wang Yiyi, your life ends by my hand.”