The great hall of the Ye family was dead silent. The only sounds were the whimpering gasps of the Young Master of Hua Shan, clutching his shattered leg, and the sickening thud of his father's forehead hitting the cold stone floor. Again. And again. The Old Sect Master of Hua Shan, a revered Grandmaster whose name shook the martial world, was kowtowing like a slave. His body trembled, not from age, but from pure, undiluted terror. The rusted iron token Lu Feng had tossed sat on the main table, radiating an aura of ancient, absolute authority. It was a simple thing, yet it had broken a Grandmaster's spirit completely. Ye Yao stood frozen, her pretty face a mask of confusion and dread. The Ye family elders, who had been ready to spill Lu Feng's blood moments ago, now looked as if they had seen a ghost. "Father! What are you doing?!" the Young Master shrieked, his arrogance curdling into disbelief. "He's just a servant! A dog! Kill him for me!" SMACK! The Old Sect Master, without rising, spun and backhanded his son across the face. The blow was filled with panicked fury, sending the young man sprawling. "Silence, you worthless animal!" the old man roared, his voice cracking with fear. He turned his gaze back to Lu Feng, his eyes pleading. "Dragon God... this unworthy one failed to teach his son. I beg for mercy! I beg for the Hua Shan Sect's survival!" 'Dragon God?' The words echoed in the hall, confusing the Ye family. But they understood the terror. It was a terror that transcended martial ranks. It was the fear of an ant facing a dragon. Lu Feng finally moved. He walked leisurely to the table, his servant's robes seeming to mock the opulence around him. He picked up the Dragon Order. "You recognize this," he stated, not asked. His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. "Only the leaders of the first-tier sects have seen the Dragon Order," the Old Sect Master stammered, still prostrate. "It is the personal seal of the Lord of the Dragon God Hall... the supreme master of the ten thousand sects! The unspoken ruler of the martial world!" The revelation struck the hall like a bolt of lightning. The Lord of the Dragon God Hall? The legendary figure who could command any sect, any Grandmaster, with a single word? The hidden emperor whose killing intent could freeze a thousand miles? That was... Lu Feng? The useless servant? The pathetic errand boy they had mocked and beaten for three years? Ye Yao's mind went blank. The torn engagement paper she held in her hand suddenly felt like burning coals. She had just thrown away... a god? "Three years ago, I was ambushed and heavily wounded," Lu Feng said, his voice carrying to every corner of the hall. He looked at the Ye Patriarch, his eyes as cold and empty as a winter sky. "Your father found me by the river. He saved my life." The Ye Patriarch trembled. Yes, he remembered. His kind old father had brought a half-dead young man home, an act the rest of the family saw as foolish. "I owed him a life debt," Lu Feng continued, his tone unchanging. "So I sealed my power, sealed my identity, and served your Ye family for three years. The debt is now paid." He held up the Dragon Order. "Today, I am no longer your servant." His gaze swept over them, each glance a physical blow. "In these three years, your Ye family's fortune soared. You acquired rare elixirs your rank could never afford. You stumbled upon lost martial arts manuals. Your businesses crushed all competition with mysterious backing." A creeping horror dawned on the Ye Patriarch's face. He had thought it was the blessing of their ancestors, a sign of their family's destiny. "That... that was you?" he whispered. "Every stalk of spirit grass, every silver coin, every ounce of influence you gained... was a gift from me," Lu Feng stated. "A trivial payment for the bowl of rice your father gave me. I gave. Now, I take it all back." He didn't shout. He didn't threaten. He stated a fact, as simple as the sun rising. He then snapped his fingers. The sound was small, insignificant. Yet, it was a death knell. For a moment, nothing happened. The Young Master of Hua Shan laughed, a broken, hysterical sound. "You think a snap of your fingers can—" He was cut off by a guard bursting into the hall, his face ashen. "Patriarch! A disaster! The Four Seas Bank has frozen all our assets! They say we are... a plague to be avoided!" Before he finished, another messenger stumbled in, tripping over his own feet. "Master! The Blackwood Consortium just terminated every contract! They demand immediate repayment for all goods! We're ruined!" A third followed, his voice a wail of despair. "The Martial Alliance... the Divine Sword Manor has issued a kill order! They've declared the Ye family an enemy of the martial world! All our allies have abandoned us!" One by one, the pillars of the Ye family's power crumbled into dust. Their wealth, their connections, their reputation—all built on Lu Feng's silent generosity, and all destroyed by a single, casual gesture. It was total annihilation. The Old Sect Master watched, his soul turning to ice. He knew the absolute power of the Dragon God Hall. This was not a negotiation; it was a divine verdict. He looked at his foolish, screaming son, and a brutal resolve entered his eyes. He had to save his sect. He shot to his feet, grabbed his son by the hair, and dragged him before Lu Feng's path. "You unfilial beast! You brought this calamity upon us!" The Young Master's eyes widened in terror. "Father, no!" A surge of raw inner Qi, violent and destructive, erupted from the Old Sect Master's palm. He slammed it directly into his son's dantian. CRACK. It was the sound of a universe breaking. The Young Master's body convulsed, a final, agonized scream tearing from his throat before he collapsed, his eyes rolling back. His meridians were shattered. His true essence dissipated. From a proud genius, he had become utter trash, worse than a commoner. The Old Sect Master dropped his crippled son and fell to his knees again. "My Lord, the offender has been punished. The Hua Shan Sect awaits your judgment!" Lu Feng didn't even spare the body a glance. He simply walked past, his gaze fixed on Ye Yao. She stood there, trembling, the torn paper falling from her nerveless fingers. Her world had not just collapsed; it had been revealed as a pathetic illusion she was too arrogant to see. The man she despised was the sky. The man she chose was now mud on the ground. She had traded the sun for a flickering candle, and then spat on the sun as she did it. Regret, so powerful it felt like poison, choked her. Lu Feng walked out of the hall, leaving behind a family in ruins and a broken Grandmaster begging for his life. The air itself seemed to bow as he passed. *** An hour later, the once-proud Ye Family estate was a scene of chaos. Servants fled. Creditors swarmed the gates. The crest of the Ye family was being torn down from the main entrance, replaced by a golden, coiling dragon. The property now belonged to the Dragon God Hall. Ye Yao, her fine clothes dirtied, her hair in disarray, stumbled through the panicked crowd. She fell to her knees at the gate of the main courtyard, where Lu Feng now stood, looking out at the city as if it were his personal sand table. Tears streamed down her face, washing away the last of her pride. "Lu Feng..." she cried, her voice raw. "Brother Feng... please... I was wrong! I was a fool! Remember our childhood? Remember the promises we made under the old willow tree? Please, just give me one more chance..." Before he could answer, a breathtaking figure landed beside him as silently as a falling leaf. She was a woman of peerless beauty, clad in immaculate silver armor that shimmered like moonlight on water. A divine sword was strapped to her back, and her aura was that of a goddess of war who had reaped a million souls. She bowed her head slightly to Lu Feng, her devotion absolute. "My Lord, your chambers are prepared. Shall I cut down this trash?"

Total Destruction of the Ye Family