"Big brother, save me, help me kill this brat!"
Jiang Fan turned his face towards Jiang Qianjue and hurriedly shouted.
As soon as Jiang Qianjue arrived, he felt that his moment to shine had finally come.
Jiang Qianjue paid no attention to others; his fierce gaze first landed on Jiang Fan, who was being stepped on, covered in blood.
Seeing Jiang Fan’s miserable state, he was immediately filled with rage, his aura brimming with a killing intent.
Noticing Jiang Qianjue’s expression, Pu Song knew things were bad; this was a sign of Jiang Qianjue’s fury. Often in such situations, the opponent would be either dead or injured, without exception.
"This young man will eventually fall at Jiang Qianjue’s hands; the Jiang Family is not something to be trifled with."
Pu Song gently shook his head, with a hint of delight in his eyes. While he couldn’t be the hero to save An Ruoqing, Ye Qingfeng’s interference made him secretly rejoice.
Jiang Qianjue raised his gaze and finally discerned the reckless individual stepping on his brother.
Usually calm and composed, Jiang Qianjue, under the astonished eyes of the crowd, stepped back several paces in shock, leaning heavily against the wall, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
They couldn’t understand what had startled Jiang Qianjue so, was it... this young man?
Jiang Qianjue was petrified; he could swear that in over twenty years, he never felt such fear, to the extent that his hands and feet were trembling, unable to move.
Ye Qingfeng’s indifferent eyes swept over Jiang Qianjue, teasing, "I thought he was talking about someone impressive, turns out the big brother he mentioned is you!"
He looked down at Jiang Fan and grinned, "Didn’t you say your big brother was coming to make me wish I were dead?"
Ye Qingfeng lifted his foot aside, disdainfully, "Why don’t you ask him yourself if he dares?"
Jiang Fan struggled to get up, casting a glance at Jiang Qianjue behind him, his expression suddenly freezing.
His always illustrious and peerlessly proud big brother now shrunk in the corner like a frightened quail, his eyes filled only with terror, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Even if he were foolish, how could he not realize what had happened?
Jiang Qianjue’s expression clearly indicated that he had seen something terrifying.
His heart roared and sank.
Who must be terrifying enough to make even his big brother so afraid? Who exactly had he provoked today?
Pu Song also realized, his eyes filled with astonishment yet boundless curiosity.
Among the younger generation in Yanjing, even Wei Wuming would no more than make Jiang Qianjue courteous, why was he so afraid?
His gaze tightened, suddenly thinking of a legendary figure among Yanjing’s younger generation, although the news circulated only among Yanjing’s top elite, he had heard it from his elders.
He looked in shock towards Ye Qingfeng, seeing Ye Qingfeng’s eyes slightly raised, falling on Jiang Qianjue, pointing coldly at Jiang Fan, "Jiang Qianjue, your foolish brother desired my life, what do you think I should do?"
His expression was playful as if negotiating with Jiang Qianjue.
Jiang Qianjue suddenly snapped back to attention, throwing a glance at Jiang Fan, his eyes filled with disappointment and frustration, then suddenly stepped briskly towards Ye Qingfeng.
A dull thud sounded from the office, the once proud and unrivaled young master of the Jiang Family, Jiang Qianjue, bent his knees heavily to kneel, bowing to Ye Qingfeng with clasped fists.
"War God, please show mercy, spare my brother!"
Jiang Fan, who had utmost confidence in Jiang Qianjue, froze on the spot, disbelief on his face.
Wen Lun had long been frightened to the point of collapse, unable to imagine what kind of person they had encountered today.
The two beautiful students beside Pu Song were already captivated by Ye Qingfeng’s unparalleled dominance.
Jiang Qianjue’s name was frequently heard throughout Yanjing, but a top-notch young master like him actually bowed his head and knelt publicly, begging for forgiveness.
Who exactly was this young man leaning back in the chair?
Kneeling on the ground, Jiang Qianjue’s eyes held no trace of resentment or anger, only fear and pleading.
This young master, who ranked in the top five in Yanjing, willingly knelt before a peer, leaving everyone in shock.
An Ruoqing was filled with emotion, thinking that Ye Qingfeng’s dominance was only apparent at the Southern Base, but even in Yanjing, figures like Jiang Qianjue had to bow and kneel.
"What in this world is beyond his reach?"
She softly murmured in her heart.
Jiang Fan couldn’t believe what was happening before him, his lips trembled, "Brother, you..."
"Shut up, kneel for me!"
Jiang Qianjue shouted, pulling Jiang Fan to his knees with one hand.
"Hurry and beg for the War God’s forgiveness!"
He pressed one hand on Jiang Fan’s head, forcing him to bow to Ye Qingfeng.
"Brother... why are we so afraid of him? Who... who is he?"
Jiang Fan, not as informed as Jiang Qianjue, couldn’t understand why a young man would frighten his seemingly omnipotent brother to this extent.
Jiang Qianjue angrily rebuked, "Stop your nonsense, if you don’t want to die, quickly apologize to the War God and beg for your life!"
On the side, Pu Song suddenly realized, his hands trembling slightly.
His speculation was confirmed by Jiang Qianjue, that young man lounging in the chair, with an indifferent expression, was undoubtedly the legendary figure among Huaxia’s younger generation.
Only he could scare Jiang Qianjue to this extent!
"War God, please forgive me, spare my life!"
Though Jiang Fan was deeply unwilling, seeing Jiang Qianjue so terrified, he followed Jiang Qianjue’s instructions, bowing and admitting his mistake to Ye Qingfeng. His words seemed squeezed out from between his teeth, conveying the resentment and humiliation in his heart.
Ye Qingfeng’s gaze remained indifferent, he calmly said, "From your tone, it seems you’re quite defiant?"
Jiang Fan’s body stiffened, and Jiang Qianjue’s expression changed drastically.
"War God, I beg you not to get angry, he didn’t know your identity and offended you, I will strictly discipline him in the future, whatever the War God needs, I, Jiang Qianjue, will give my all, just hope you spare my brother!"
Jiang Qianjue’s heart was in his throat, the handsome, seemingly harmless young man before him had single-handedly burned thirteen Battle Kings at Bai Fu Villa, easily subduing masters like Yan Wudao and Zhu Zhusword; what were he and Jiang Yunsheng?
This super expert saw human lives as insignificant, killing them would be a mere flick.
Jiang Fan raised his head, looking at Ye Qingfeng with a mixture of fear and surprise, unable to utter a single word.
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"I know you’re unconvinced, but this world is the world of the strong!"
"If you frequently step on others, be prepared to be stepped on!"
Ye Qingfeng waved at Bai Wan’er and An Ruoqing, Bai Wan’er understood and pulled An Ruoqing to Ye Qingfeng’s side.