Chapter 101: Father, Kill That Old Dog!
The Sikong Clan’s stronghold lay deep within the Tianyun Domain, far from the Ye Clan’s Canglan Domain. To reach it, one had to cross the Nine Desolation Domain, the Nine Spirits Domain, and the Tianhe Domain.
High above the void, Sikong Zhaixing was dragging the not-yet-seven-year-old Ye Tianhuang toward the Sikong Clan’s territory.
He couldn’t tear through the void to protect Ye Tianhuang during the journey; some mysterious treasure on the boy’s body prevented it. And since Ye Tianhuang hadn’t cultivated, Sikong Zhaixing feared the void’s power might harm him.
His beloved grandson had repeatedly instructed him: bring Ye Tianhuang back unharmed.
As they traveled, Sikong Zhaixing eyed the boy curiously. “Aren’t you afraid?”
Still childlike in appearance, Ye Tianhuang replied with calm composure:
“My father will come for me. With his temper, he won’t let you off.”
“Your father Ye Wushang?”
Sikong Zhaixing sneered.
“You think he can save you? He’s just a mere junior in the Cave Heaven Realm. He couldn’t even handle the four Half-Kings I left in Daxia. How could he face me?”
“Unless he brings out your Ye Clan’s ancestor, Ye Zhen, no one can save you. But do you really think Ye Zhen would act for an illegitimate child like you? You’re not even on the Ye Clan’s ancestral registry, are you?”
He deliberately used “illegitimate child” and “ancestral registry” to provoke Ye Tianhuang.
But Ye Tianhuang ignored him.
“You don’t understand my father. He alone is enough to deal with you. I believe in him just as I believe he’ll never abandon me.”
“Hmph! Stubborn brat!”
Sikong Zhaixing’s temper flared. He raised his palm, ready to teach the boy a lesson. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ N0velFire.ɴet
A terrifying blade aura swept across the heavens, crashing down with overwhelming force.
Sikong Zhaixing’s face changed instantly.
The killing intent and sudden arrival left him no time to react.
He had two choices: lose an arm or let go of Ye Tianhuang.
He chose the latter, fearing the boy might be harmed.
He flung Ye Tianhuang aside and retreated.
At that moment, a black-clad figure descended from the sky, catching Ye Tianhuang in his arms.
The familiar scent brought Ye Tianhuang a deep sense of peace.
He looked up into the concerned eyes of Ye Wushang.
Though they rarely spent time together, Ye Tianhuang always felt safe with his father.
He’d grown up hearing tales of Ye Wushang’s legend.
His mother, Xia Zixuan, had raised him as the future heir, with strict discipline.
He never wanted to disappoint her.
But whenever he was exhausted, his father would appear charming his mother into granting him a few days off.
Those were his happiest times.
He could play freely, be himself.
Even his mother would soften, speaking gently beside Ye Wushang.
As for being an “illegitimate child,” Ye Wushang had told him early on:
He treated all his children equally.
And it wasn’t just comforting words.
Every Ye Clan member who visited treated him with deep respect calling him “Young Master,” not “Crown Prince.”
Even the elders bowed before him.
From that moment, Ye Tianhuang knew his father hadn’t lied.
So when Sikong Zhaixing abducted him, he wasn’t afraid.
He knew his father would come—like a hero from legend.
Ye Wushang had arrived.
Ye Tianhuang’s heart swelled with joy.
His eyes, though filled with grievance, held no tears.
“You’re a good kid. Didn’t embarrass your old man. I’ll be proud of you one day!”
Ye Wushang pinched his son’s cheek, full of praise and affection.
Even he hadn’t expected Ye Tianhuang to be so composed at such a young age.
No wonder he’s the heir to the Heavenly Emperor’s legacy.
Sikong Zhaixing finally recognized him, stunned.
He hadn’t expected Ye Wushang to be so terrifying—just one strike had left him breathless.
A strange fear crept into his heart.
It felt like he was about to be judged by some ancient, divine force.
He wanted to flee—but his pride as a King held him back.
To retreat from a Cave Heaven junior would ruin his Dao heart—and make him a laughingstock among Kings.
He glared at Ye Wushang, trying to see through him.
But Ye Wushang’s attention was solely on his son.
“Father, I knew you’d come!” Ye Tianhuang beamed, eyes sparkling.
Ye Wushang smiled, then turned to Sikong Zhaixing.
“So this old dog kidnapped you. Tell me—how do you want to punish him? I’ll make it happen.”
Ye Tianhuang’s eyes were clear—but his words were chilling.
“Father, this old dog broke your formation and insulted Mother called her a concubine and me an illegitimate child. I want you to kill him!”
“Done!” Ye Wushang nodded without hesitation.
Sikong Zhaixing roared.
He couldn’t tolerate being called an old dog—let alone being sentenced to death by a child.
“Ye Wushang! You think you’re strong? You dare speak so arrogantly before a King? Die!”
He soared into the sky, summoning a massive ruler imbued with deadly power.
The heavens trembled as the ruler surged toward Ye Wushang and Ye Tianhuang.
Ye Tianhuang felt the pressure but forced himself to stay calm.
Ye Wushang was pleased.
“Watch closely, brat. In the face of absolute power nothing is impossible. Watch how I slay this old dog in three strikes!”
He held Ye Tianhuang in his left arm, raised his blade with his right.
Eight layers of blade intent tore through the sky.
A beam tens of thousands of meters long roared forward, shattering everything in its path.
Ye Tianhuang’s eyes sparkled with awe.
He’d always known his father was strong.
But seeing it firsthand was overwhelming.
A Cave Heaven cultivator overpowering a King?
Only his father could do that.
Ye Wushang soared upward.
His blade howled as it descended.
The sky turned black.
Within ten thousand miles, only one blade light remained—unstoppable.
Sikong Zhaixing’s face twisted in fear.
This strike was deadly.
He summoned all his power, eyes blazing with battle intent.
He swung his ruler with full force.
The two attacks collided.
The sky shook violently.
A figure flew backward—so fast it tore through the air.
He crashed into the ground, forming a crater ten thousand meters wide.
Sikong Zhaixing’s hair was disheveled, his face bruised and swollen.
He looked like a beggar with no trace of his former majesty.
He couldn’t believe he’d been defeated so easily by a Cave Heaven cultivator.
For the first time, he felt hatred toward the descendant he’d once been proud of.
He’d provoked a monster.
But Ye Wushang gave him no time to regret.
Still holding Ye Tianhuang, he slashed through the void—his blade crashing down.
“Die!” Ye Wushang’s voice was ice-cold.
“Ahhh!” Sikong Zhaixing screamed, his courage shattered.
Thunderous voices echoed from behind.
Each one carried immense authority.
“Ye Wushang, if you kill him you won’t leave here alive!”
“How dare you! Who gave you the right to kill a member of the Sikong Clan?”
Sikong Zhaixing’s eyes lit up with hope.
He recognized those voices of Kings from his clan.
They sensed the battle and came to save him.
He cried out with all his strength.
But the only response.
Was a blade of pure destruction.
It swallowed him whole.
“AHHH! I’m not willing to die !”