The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 108: Traitors Will Be Executed Without Mercy

Fan Jingyu crawled into the nearby woods like a dog, praying that Ye Qingtian hadn’t seen him.

In this lifetime, when had Young Master Fan ever been so disheveled?

Clearly a martial artist, he found it difficult to escape at this moment. He tripped over a tree root and fell with a puff, his face scratched by branches, leaving several cuts.

The once glamorous facade now resembled a refugee fleeing from a slum.

The contrast was like heaven to hell!

"It’s over! It’s over!"

Despair filled his eyes, knowing the commotion had alerted Ye Qingtian.

He was going to die!

But after waiting for a long time, without seeing Ye Qingtian come, he had already left.

At this moment, Fan Jingyu suddenly understood that in Ye Qingtian’s eyes, he wasn’t even considered a dog, more like a cockroach in a latrine at most.

Ancient Capital Province, Anbei City.

Just two days ago it was lively, but today it descended into chaos.

After all, the Alliance, once dominant in Anbei, shattered today, with half of the family forces having already withdrawn.

The entire Anbei was in turmoil.

Inside Edinburgh Manor, the Alliance Headquarters.

On one side was the alliance faction led by Zheng Chengxin, on the other was the rebellion faction led by Kang Juntao.

The two sides stood in equal opposition!

Kang Juntao sat on the sofa, sipping red wine with a sneer, "Zheng Chengxin, haven’t you made up your mind yet? The Martial Arts Conference is over, and the Five Great Families are coming to kill soon!"

"Yeah, hurry up! It’ll be too late any moment now."

Others chimed in, faces full of mockery.

Zheng Chengxin looked calm, but the others around him were beginning to look uneasy.

"To tell you the truth, the news I got was that Ye Xiaoyao was targeted by ten Martial Kings from the Northwest Martial Arts Conference as soon as he appeared! Among them was Ling Tianlong, the leading figure of the younger generation in the Northwest. Also, the Qiao and Lü families aimed to kill him! Even if Ye Xiaoyao is a Martial King, do you think he can handle ten Martial Kings?"

Kang Juntao sneered.

"Then... then what’s the outcome now?"

Someone trembled while asking.

"The news from the Martial Arts Conference is already blocked, I don’t know how it turned out. But do you think Ye Xiaoyao could win? Could he return alive?"

Faced with two consecutive questions, the people around Zheng Chengxin panicked.

Even Zheng Chengxin felt a tinge of hesitation in his heart, but he had to hold out.

At this moment, he still chose to believe in Ye Qingtian,

"I want to leave the Alliance!"

"I’m leaving too!"

Apart from the Anbei Five Great Families, the other eight families all withdrew from the Alliance.

"Old Zheng, should we still hold on?"

The patriarchs of the Five Great Families asked cautiously.

"Of course! Even if we leave now, we’ll be targeted! We might as well take a chance!"

Zheng Chengxin said.

"Yeah, you’re right. Even if we leave, we’ll be the first targets! We might as well take a gamble!"

The other four expressed their stance, still choosing to believe in Ye Qingtian.

Upon seeing this, Kang Juntao and others sneered, "Hahaha, a bunch of dying idiots! Do you still want to take a chance?"

Kang Juntao took a sip of red wine and slowly spoke, "Actually, I’ve already consulted with the Kang Family. As long as we leave and surrender, they will definitely not make things difficult for us!"

"Really?"

Someone couldn’t help but be tempted.

Kang Juntao nodded, "Would I lie to you about such things? Hurry up and leave! I assume Ye Qingtian is already dead! This is your best chance!"

"Who said I’m dead?"

But just then, a voice boomed like a thunderclap.

Although the voice wasn’t loud, everyone present could hear it, and it sounded like a heavy bomb exploding in their ears.

Because they were all too familiar with this voice - the Alliance Leader, Ye Xiaoyao.

"Huh? What? Still alive? Where is he?"

Kang Juntao was frightened and jumped up, as did the others, standing up and searching around.

"Sorry to disappoint you, I’m not dead!"

With the sound, Ye Qingtian slowly walked in from the front door.

"Ah?"

At the sight of Ye Qingtian, Kang Juntao looked as if he had seen a ghost, the wine glass in his hand shattering to the ground with a bang.

The others, seeing Ye Qingtian, were all terrified, nearly going mad.

"You... how did you survive?"

Kang Yibin asked, trembling.

"Right, weren’t you supposed to be dead? How are you still alive?"

The expressions of the others were the same.

Including Zheng Chengxin and others.

They actually didn’t believe that Ye Qingtian could survive against ten Martial Kings, let alone return unharmed.

Ye Qingtian’s smile was full of meaning, "Who told you I was dead?"

Kang Juntao looked at Ye Qingtian in surprise, "Weren’t ten Martial Kings against you?"

"Yes! And then what?"

Ye Qingtian looked curious.

"And then? Then how could they have let you live?"

"Oh!"

Ye Qingtian just nodded, ignored him, and walked straight over to sit on the sofa.

Just then, Kang Juntao’s phone rang.

"Clatter!"

After hearing the contents of the call, Kang Juntao was stunned, his body going rigid, and his phone fell to the ground.

His eyes were filled with deathly stillness as he slowly looked at Ye Qingtian, his face full of disbelief.

Seeing Kang Juntao’s reaction, everyone began to understand what was happening.

Since Ye Qingtian stood there, it meant that the Ten Great Martial Kings were not his match.

"The King defeated the Ten Great Martial Kings and even killed the Martial Kings of the Qiao and Lü families! Ling Tianlong was also thrown down the mountain and seriously injured!"

Zheng Chengxin also received the news and announced it to everyone.

In an instant, the remaining members of the Anbei’s Five Great Families were so excited they nearly cried.

As for the members of Kang Juntao’s rebellious faction, their faces were ashen, and their eyes filled with despair.

"First, congratulations to the King for becoming a god in one battle at the Martial Arts Conference! Secondly, King, I need to tell you something..."

Zheng Chengxin was halfway through speaking when Ye Qingtian interrupted, "Are you talking about their withdrawal from the Alliance?"

"Yes! King, it’s exactly that! What should we do about it?"

Zheng Chengxin gave a cold smile, glancing at Kang Juntao and the others.

"Thud!"

In an instant, Kang Juntao and the others knelt in front of Ye Qingtian one by one.

"King, we were momentarily confused! Please forgive us!"

"King, we were wrong! We didn’t betray you! We were forced, it was all Kang Juntao!"

...

Others defected one after another, pointing their fingers at Kang Juntao.

Kang Juntao’s vision went black, nearly passing out.

"You..."

Kang Juntao roared in anger.

Ye Qingtian’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile, "Frankly, keeping you bunch of useless people serves no purpose! Adds no value, just trouble!"

With those words, Ye Qingtian waved his hand.

A thread sliced through the air, accompanied by a hissing sound, bringing up streaks of crimson, blossoming into a blood flower in midair, captivating and beautiful.

And Kang Juntao and nine others had their throats pierced by arrows of blood, collapsing one after another.