Chapter 79

Chapter 79

The Yunlan Sect leader turned pale with shock—this young man was truly serious!

With a furious roar, the leader unleashed his inner strength in a surging wave, meeting Ye Fengyun’s fist head-on. His entire body seemed cloaked in a black aura, his eyes cold and venomous like a serpent’s.

Their fists collided with a thunderous smack. Ye Fengyun staggered back several steps, a look of surprise flickering across his face.

“It’s you!” he snarled, his eyes burning with rage.

At last, he understood why this man’s martial arts style felt so familiar. In that instant, the inferno from more than a decade ago seemed to play out before his eyes once again. Within the flames, he saw his family’s loyal guard being attacked by a martial artist using a sinister, ghostly technique, eyes as chilling as a snake’s, presence overwhelming. If not for the guard’s sacrifice to help Ye Fengyun escape, the man would not have died. If not for that fire, Ye Fengyun himself would never have become as he was now—unremarkable in appearance, sharp-featured and unattractive.

Ye Fengyun no longer held back; he revealed his true martial prowess.

The leader of the Yunlan Sect was visibly shaken. “The Dragon Clan’s martial arts?”

Ye Fengyun’s teeth were clenched, his eyes bloodshot. “I’ve finally caught you. You’re the one who killed my family’s guard all those years ago!”

Upon hearing this, the Yunlan Sect leader was taken aback, then burst into wild laughter.

“So, you’re that pitiful wretch who was howling in the flames all those years ago? I can’t believe you actually survived! But look at you now—death might’ve been kinder. Who could possibly love someone as hideous as you?”

He taunted Ye Fengyun mercilessly.

Ye Fengyun’s fists tightened. Without another word, he charged forward.

This was no longer a contest—it was a fight to the death.

Silver needles gleamed between Ye Fengyun’s fingers. With a deft flick of his hands, the needles shot out like a dazzling rain.

The Yunlan Sect leader swept his right hand to intercept, knocking the needles to the ground. In the same instant, Ye Fengyun appeared before him and landed a punch squarely on his face.

The crowd gasped in shock. Ye Fengyun’s strength surpassed even the Yunlan Sect leader’s?

“Protect the master!” the steward ordered.

Servants and guards swarmed out, forming a tight circle around Ye Fengyun. But the two combatants moved far too swiftly—how could mere mortals hope to keep up? All they could do was stand aside, staring helplessly.

At that moment, Yun Mengxi noticed something was wrong.

“Wait!” she called out, commanding everyone to stop as she turned to the steward. “Look at the master’s face.”

The steward looked over, startled. Thinking he was seeing things, he shook his head and rubbed his eyes, but the sight remained unchanged.

Cracks were appearing across the Yunlan Sect leader’s face, as if fissures were spreading through a wall before its plaster crumbled away.

Why were there cracks on his face?

The leader seemed to sense something amiss as well. Reaching up to touch his face, his expression changed dramatically.

But Ye Fengyun gave him no chance to recover—another punch landed on his face.

With a scream of agony, the leader stumbled backward. His skin began to peel away like shattered plaster, revealing another face beneath.

“He’s not the master!”

The crowd was thrown into chaos.

Ye Fengyun’s gaze was cold as ice. “As I thought—the reason you can disguise yourself as someone else is because of the Kunlun Stalactite, isn’t it?”

Kunlun Stalactite was an extremely rare medicinal ingredient. Applied to the face, it allowed one to alter their appearance at will. It was also the key ingredient Ye Fengyun needed to restore his own face.

Realizing his secret was out, the leader of the Yunlan Sect sneered, dropping all pretense. “Since you’ve discovered the truth, I have nothing left to hide. Today, everyone who has seen my real face must die!”