"You… you scoundrels!" Qin Yu stamped her feet in frustration. The Qin family couldn't match them in strength, so there was no way they could use force to drive them away. If these Eight Directions Sect disciples truly insisted on staying, the Qin family could do nothing about it.
What Qin Yu never expected was that, even after things had been said to this extent, the other party still had the audacity to stay? Their shamelessness was truly unprecedented in her experience.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Lin Yun laughed loudly. "So what if I'm a scoundrel? Does Miss Qin wish to teach me a lesson…? If so, I'll give you the chance — come with me!"
As the words left his mouth, right there in front of everyone, his figure flickered and he darted before Qin Yu, forming a claw with one hand and reaching for her shoulder.
The middle-aged man witnessed this scene, his expression shifting slightly, but he quickly closed his eyes, pretending not to notice.
The Qin family's refusal to know their place had greatly irritated him as well, so he couldn't be bothered to intervene. He felt that only after this small family suffered a devastating blow would they learn that there is always someone beyond the sky, someone beyond all people.
"Get away!" Qin Chaoyang suddenly bellowed. He was right beside Qin Yu, and seeing Lin Yun rushing toward her, there was no way he could stand by and do nothing. With his shout, his source power surged throughout his body, and a palm force capable of splitting tombstones and cracking rocks pushed forward. The source power in his palm was fierce as a tsunami — clearly, he was going all out from the very start.
Lin Yun scoffed. "Old man, you don't know your place. You think you can stop me?"
As he spoke, he made no effort to dodge. Instead, he transformed his claw into a palm and struck straight at Qin Chaoyang's incoming hand.
A wave of sinister, yielding force rippled outward. In that instant, Lin Yun's entire being seemed to transform into a venomous serpent, flicking its tongue, ready to strike and devour its prey.
Qin Chaoyang's expression changed. He realized that if he took this palm strike head-on, the outcome would not be good. After all, he was old and declining. Though he possessed the Dao Source Realm, his true strength was nothing compared to his prime. The other party, on the other hand, was young and vigorous, with a Dao Source Stage Two cultivation — far beyond what he could match.
But this concerned Qin Yu's safety. Even knowing he would certainly be injured, Qin Chaoyang did not retreat. A flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, and he drove his source power into a violent surge. The already ferocious palm force grew even more savage.
"You overestimate yourself!" Lin Yun clicked his tongue, slowly shaking his head with a mocking smile.
*Crack…*
Their palms collided. The violent collision of source power exploded in all directions, whipping up a gale. Sand and stones flew through the courtyard in an instant.
However…
A shocking scene unfolded.
In that instant when their ultimate strikes clashed, Lin Yun's body shuddered. His face immediately drained of color, and with a wretched scream, he was sent flying backward through the air, spitting a mouthful of blood mid-flight. He crashed straight into the wing room behind them, smashing a gaping hole in the wall.
*Boom, boom, boom…*
A series of crashing sounds echoed from inside the wing room, as though Lin Yun couldn't control his momentum and had smashed into quite a few things along the way.
"What?!" The middle-aged man and the other Eight Directions Sect disciples all stared with bulging eyes, their faces frozen in disbelief at this inconceivable scene.
The Qin family guards, who had been anxious and united in their indignation moments before, were equally stunned beyond words. But soon, every one of them broke into joyous expressions, cheering loudly.
"Ancestor, you…" Qin Yu's beautiful face was full of bewilderment. Although her cultivation was insufficient to perceive Lin Yun's true realm, she could sense that Lin Yun was far more powerful than the old ancestor.
But how was it that in a single move, the old ancestor had actually repelled him?
This was simply impossible.
Qin Chaoyang was equally stunned. He had already steeled himself for injury, prepared to risk his old life to ensure Qin Yu's safety if the other party refused to let the matter rest.
No matter what, he could not stand by and watch Qin Yu be seized and humiliated by Lin Yun.
Yet the final outcome had surprised even himself.
However, he quickly seemed to realize something and turned his head to look.
The next moment, a smiling face appeared before Qin Chaoyang's eyes. This person had one hand pressed against the center of his back, and from that palm, a stream of pure and vast source power was flowing into his body.
The force that had repelled Lin Yun was clearly the result of this person's secret intervention!
Qin Chaoyang's eyes went wide, and then he cried out joyfully: "Brother Yang!"
He discovered that the person who had secretly lent him a hand from behind was none other than Yang Kai, who had never returned to Maple Forest City.
"Ah?" Qin Yu cried out in surprise. Following Qin Chaoyang's gaze, she saw Yang Kai and couldn't help covering her red lips with her small hand, her voice trembling: "Lord Yang!"
"Who?!" The Eight Directions Sect's middle-aged man finally came to his senses. He let out a furious shout and glared at Yang Kai with a hostile expression, his face dark as water. "Who are you, daring to launch a sneak attack and wound my Eight Directions Sect disciple?!"
"The Eight Directions Sect?" Yang Kai raised his eyebrows at the words, looking at the middle-aged man with some surprise. He then glanced at the other Eight Directions Sect disciples but didn't see the person he was looking for, and couldn't help saying with some disappointment: "You're all disciples of the Eight Directions Sect?"