He had never seen his father, but in his heart, the old man was his father.

How could they treat him like this?

How could they bully him?

Little Fatty was furious.

The malevolence in his heart soared.

"Little Fatty..." The old man saw Little Fatty, was first delighted, then his face showed worry, and he angrily scolded, "Was it that idiot who sent me here? How many times have I said..."

"Don't get involved, don't let you know these things... What are you doing here? To die with me?"

If Little Fatty had not come, there might still have been a chance for survival.

Little Fatty had actively run over, which was like walking into a trap.

With his cultivation realm, escaping from a grandmaster's hands was almost impossible.

"I'm here to save you," Little Fatty said seriously, his voice filled with unwavering determination, "No one is going to touch you."

Ye Shenyi naturally noticed Little Fatty, but he did not take him seriously.

From the dust he stirred up when he landed, it was evident that he was a brute who knew nothing of cultivation.

Cultivators know how to use and control their own Yin Yang Qi.

At a certain level of cultivation, chasing clouds and moon, controlling Qi to fly are easily achievable feats.

If one relies merely on brute strength, they can be exterminated with a flick of a finger.

This is also why cultivators beneath the starry sky are so rare and precious.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Shang Xiulin's disciple, right?" Ye Shenyi said with a chuckling look at Little Fatty, "I saw your file a long time ago and didn't care then..."

"But Shang Xiulin, being the dean of the Imperial First Military Academy, has nurtured two students closely related to the rebel party... It seems that the Monitoring Bureau needs to investigate thoroughly."

Little Fatty glared at Ye Shenyi with a ferocious look and shouted, "You deserve to die."

He not only injured the old man but also wanted to harm Shang Xiulin...

Since arriving at New Star, Shang Xiulin and his wife had treated him like their own grandson.

Dean Shang Xiulin, as his mentor, had always been helping him find the path to breakthrough in martial arts.

Mrs. Shang cooked delicious food for him every day with genuine care and affection, just like a real grandmother would.

Little Fatty knew what place the Monitoring Bureau was; if his master and mistress were taken there, whether they could return was uncertain.

Thinking of his master and mistress' endless care for him, Little Fatty's eyes turned blood red.

No way!

Absolutely not!

"Hahaha..."

Ye Shenyi dismissed Little Fatty's threat with disdain.

"Since you're here, there's no need to leave."

As he spoke, he suddenly flew up and aimed a palm at Little Fatty's chest.

Time was precious, the night was full of dreams.

He needed to quickly deal with this boy, and then take them both back.

Delaying further, who knows what kind of person might arrive?

Little Fatty moved.

He swung the Skull Hammer in his hand and smashed it toward the body of Ye Shenyi.

The wind howled, and the ghosts wailed.

"This hammer is a bit strange."

Ye Shenyi noticed something unusual.

However, he didn't think much of it.

Just a warrior, even with a divine weapon, how much power could he really unleash?

He was a grandmaster, dealing with such a guy should've been effortless.

The distance between them closed instantly.

Just as his Thunderclap Palm was about to penetrate Little Fatty's chest, he suddenly felt danger approaching.

This wasn't right!

Absolutely not right!

This wasn't the strength of a brute.

Nor was it the force of an ordinary cultivator...

"This is..."

His pupils dilated, his face filled with horror as he watched the Skull Hammer, which seemed to swell and enlarge as it neared him rapidly.

His body was enveloped by the Netherworld's Ghost Energy, and the hammer, like a skull, emitted an annoying, hair-raising wail.

Then, his fist power had just collided with the Skull Hammer...

Boom!

Ye Shenyi's body flew backwards.

Little Fatty's body was completely controlled by the lingering malevolence within the skull of the hammer.

Evil Gods are utterly fierce and malicious.

His body soared into the air, his plump body as light and agile as a wild goose.

He swung the Skull Hammer in his hand, stepped on flowing clouds, and rapidly chased after Ye Shenyi.

Ye Shenyi felt as if his organs were about to shift, still unable to comprehend how a simple warrior with no cultivation had sent him flying with a single hammer strike.

Sadly, he did not have much time left to think.

While still in mid-air, that kid was already catching up with the Skull Hammer.

"He can fly?"

Ye Shenyi was astonished.

He clearly couldn't before.

Was he hiding his power?

But whether a person has cultivated or not... that's not something people can be deceived about.

He had investigated and could not sense any Yin Yang Qi in him.

If he has not cultivated, then what...

Was he flying in the air?

Did he have some flight mechanism on him?

He hadn't found any unusual devices.

This was a pursuit to hammer him to death.

Survival was imperative.

Without much time to think, Ye Shenyi accumulated Yin Yang Qi in his right hand, then struck out a palm towards the direction Little Fatty was coming from.

Without thinking, Little Fatty swung another hammer strike.

A masterstroke would conquer all,

With brute force, he responds to myriad secret techniques.

Boom...

Ye Shenyi was sent flying even faster.

Struck.

Clang!

His body hit the massive hull, creating a deafening noise, and a giant human-shaped dent in the hull.

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