The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO

Ling Family back mountain.

"Ye Huan, you be careful, I’ll go ahead!"

Upon hearing the bell, Ling Fufu threw this line, then shouted fiercely, and dashed forward alongside other Ling Family contenders. Her speed was swift, leaving nothing but fading shadows in the air, her snow-white figure dancing like a celestial maiden descending from heaven, so radiant and beautiful.

However, Ye Huan had no intention of admiring her figure, nor was he in a hurry to dash toward the martial arts arena. Instead, he looked around, searching through the crowd for Ling Zhiyuan’s figure.

But after searching for a long time, he couldn’t find him.

Ye Huan’s eyes squinted into a thin slit, and he sneered coldly, "Ling Zhiyuan, you better not think about playing dirty tricks, or you’ll surely regret it!"

A few seconds later, he too dashed out.

But before he could rush more than a few steps, an accident happened.

"Kid, you were so arrogant just now, huh?" Ling Zhiyuan suddenly sprang out from a bush beside the path, holding a wooden club in his hand.

Behind Ling Zhiyuan were several men dressed in Punishment Hall uniforms.

No need to think, these were the people responsible for hiding in the shadows to "attack" contestants during the Ling Family’s agility test, bringing them challenges and trouble.

However, they had not appeared at their designated posts but instead followed Ling Zhiyuan here to ambush Ye Huan.

"I say, you’re so unprofessional, is this really okay?" Ye Huan laughed coldly, crossing his arms.

"Brother, you can’t blame us. Who told you to embarrass the Ling Family? If we don’t restore that face, we can’t swallow this anger! Also, if you want to blame, blame your status for not being as good as Young Master Zhiyuan. We help him beat you, we’ll gain his friendship, and it’ll help us mix better in the Ling Family. Beating you only benefits us, no harm and double benefits, so we can only come with Young Master Zhiyuan to trouble you."

The Punishment Hall disciples raised their iron clubs, sinister smiles on their faces.

Ling Zhiyuan was the same, with a cruel smile, "Ye Huan, you should have expected this outcome since you spoke to Ling Fufu!"

With that, he suddenly pointed at Ye Huan and shouted, "Go at him, beat him to within an inch of his life, teach him a lesson, scatter his remains, and make him kneel and sing to us!"

"Yes!!!"

The Ling Family Punishment Hall experts all attacked, without any holding back, bursting forth with the terrifying might of Mid-Tier or Initial-Tier Divine Kings that was practically earth-shattering.

Ling Zhiyuan’s body also erupted with a Mid-Tier Divine King’s might that was infinitely close to a High-Tier Divine King!

Clearly, they wanted to give Ye Huan a profound and painful lesson!

"Your grandmother said you didn’t take drugs to beat the Qin Family alliance, right? Haha, today the Ling Family Punishment Hall alliance will expose your disguise, teach you a lesson!" Punishment Hall personnel charged at Ye Huan, raising their iron clubs!

"Oh, is that so?"

Ye Huan flashed a harmless smile, then his expression turned cold in the next second, he punched out with a boom, directly hitting an Initial-Tier Divine King disciple flying forward, then instantly dashed to the man’s front, snatched his iron club, and smashed down fiercely!

"Bang—"

With a muffled sound, the Punishment Hall ancient martial artist was sent flying back, his abdomen pummeled by the iron club, tumbling him directly to the ground, feeling as if his ribs were shattered, clutching his abdomen and rolling on the ground, wailing incessantly.

Ye Huan stepped on his face, pressing his skull into a slight indentation, and 0.1 seconds later, using the reactive force accumulated in his foot, he leaped into the sky, his hands making a gesture!

"Eight Gates Escape Armor—Open Gate, open!"

"Rest Gate, open!"

Ye Huan shouted, and the terrifying power of a Mid-Tier Divine King exploded from him, so powerful that it shocked Ling Zhiyuan and surprised him, clearly not expecting Ye Huan to unleash such formidable power!

But after the shock, Ling Zhiyuan fell into ecstasy!

It turns out Ye Huan had such a formidable strength not from drugs, but because he mastered an Ancient Martial Technique!

If I secretly eliminate Ye Huan, seize his Ancient Martial Technique, and then claim he took drugs and I dealt with him...

Haha, not only would I gain an awesome ancient martial killing technique but also earn my family’s commendation!

Do what must be done!

"Kid, let me take you on!" Ling Zhiyuan dashed rapidly, pounded the ground, and leaped, swinging his wooden club, gathering strength and smashing it toward Ye Huan!

But he forgot, in terms of strength, Ye Huan held the absolute advantage!

"Courting death!" Ye Huan sneered coldly, suddenly lifting his iron club and smashed it out fiercely, directly engaging Ling Zhiyuan!

The moment the wooden club and iron club collided, Ling Zhiyuan only felt a force explode from Ye Huan’s hand, leaving him with no chance to counter, and the wooden club shattered into two!

Moreover, the iron club in Ye Huan’s hand slammed onto his body!

"Clang—"

Ling Zhiyuan’s body, as tough as iron, emitted a sound like metal being hit when the iron club crashed onto him, enduring the blood surging and the chest pain, he reached out his right hand to grab Ye Huan’s neck.

At the critical moment, Ye Huan kicked out his right leg, seemingly intending to kick Ling Zhiyuan to the ground!

Ling Zhiyuan’s expression changed, hurriedly retracted his right hand, gathered strength with both hands across his abdomen, accepting Ye Huan’s move!

But what did he know, this was merely surface-level!

Ye Huan had foreseen Ling Zhiyuan’s defensive maneuver, so the moment his right leg was blocked, he lifted his left leg in the air and slammed it down forcefully!

The heel struck Ling Zhiyuan’s shoulder, a terrifying force erupted, the sound of a scapula shattering rang out, Ling Zhiyuan screamed, his body quickly descended to the ground like a kite with a broken string, subsequently burying his head half a meter deep into the dirt, while the body below his neck hung in the air, looking comically absurd!

"You all go save Young Master Zhiyuan, we’ll handle him!" spoke the manager among these Punishment Hall disciples, shouting orders!

Immediately, half the Punishment Hall disciples ran to Ling Zhiyuan, pulling his feet like uprooting a carrot, trying to yank his head out!

They even shouted "One, two, three, pull!"

The scene was utterly comical!

Ling Zhiyuan’s feeling of oppression and unwillingness exploded thoroughly within him, feeling he suffered full humiliation at the hands of Ye Huan, which he found hard to bear!

Meanwhile, the Punishment Hall personnel aimed at Ye Huan shouted loudly, drawing out their strongest killing techniques to blast at Ye Huan!

"Kid, taste my Fiery Flame Palm!" This ancient martial artist charged at Ye Huan, his right hand suddenly engulfed in a chilling white flame, slammed at Ye Huan!

Fiery Flame Palm?

A mocking curve formed at the corner of Ye Huan’s mouth, he abruptly jabbed at the ancient martial artist’s palm!

Seeing this, the Punishment Hall ancient martial artist snorted laughing, "Kid, the flame I wield reaches a temperature of a thousand degrees, daring to clash head-on with me, courting death..."

But before finishing, when his palm was jabbed by Ye Huan’s finger, the smile on this ancient martial artist’s face froze completely!

He felt a penetrating sharp pain and a searing burning sensation spreading from his palm across his whole body, screaming miserably, clutching the hand pierced with a bloody hole, jumping around wailing!

Meanwhile, he backed away fearfully, "Impossible, how can you withstand my Fiery Flame Palm, how are you not scared of my flame..."

"To prevent boredom in the ICU, I’ve decided not to answer your question, thinking gives you time in the ICU to ponder." Ye Huan said with a smile!

But this looked like a devil’s smile to the ancient martial artist!

The ancient martial artist wanted to retreat, but Ye Huan’s palm already struck the man’s abdomen!

"Bang—"

A muffled sound!

Ye Huan’s palm carried immense force, directly shattering all of the ancient martial artist’s ribs. The man spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew back like a rocket, landed heavily, groaned multiple times, and then went silent!

"This kid isn’t simple, attack together!" ordered the head of the Punishment Hall!

In an instant, the remaining Punishment Hall ancient martial artists surged forward, heading straight for Ye Huan’s head!