Chapter 49: Divine Sword Art—Commanding Thunder Technique!

“Heh, you really think highly of yourself, don’t you?” Qian Wanbao put on a brave face, though his voice trembled. “My Qian family holds vast wealth and influence. Why would we fear a mere remnant of the Ye family like you?”

“To deal with you, I merely have to requisition a small batch from our arsenal at random.”

“Don’t think that just because you destroyed one of my squads, I can’t handle you!”

“Hmm, well said.” Ye Tian nodded with satisfaction, then hung up without hesitation.

At the Qian estate, Qian Wanbao stood in stunned silence for a long moment before realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

He had been trapped! Ye Tian hadn’t answered the call to hurl threats—he had done it specifically to record the conversation, capturing Qian Wanbao’s damning admission to arms smuggling!

As a high-ranking official, Tang Zhenguo couldn’t openly assist Ye Tian in striking at the Qian family without proper justification. But with this evidence of smuggling, he could now order Tang Long to lead the Sweepers to storm the Qian estate, turning it upside down.

And Qian Wanbao had indeed been engaged in a number of illicit arms deals. When the investigation began, it would not only spell the end of the Qian family, but likely see him and his direct descendants executed by firing squad!

“Ye Tian!” Qian Wanbao’s eyes bulged with rage.

He never would have imagined that this young man, despite his youth, could be so cunning—constantly plotting against him!

…

Ye Tian first extracted the crucial recording from Qian Cheng’s phone, then composed an email and sent it to Tang Long’s inbox. Immediately after, he placed another call.

“Benefactor.” Tang Long’s voice was filled with respect on the other end.

“I’ve found the thousand-year-old ginseng. Dispatch a plane to pick me up at once,” Ye Tian ordered. “And bring a medevac nurse.”

Tang Long’s spirits soared; at last, the good news had come! “Understood!”

“And one more thing.” Ye Tian did not hang up yet. “I’ve sent you a recording by email. It’s evidence of Qian Wanbao’s arms smuggling.”

“I trust you know what this means.”

“I understand. I’ll send the Sweepers immediately to conduct a thorough search of the Qian estate.”

“Remember!” Ye Tian’s tone suddenly sharpened, “I want Qian Wanbao alive. He must be handed to me for execution!”

The call ended with a series of cold beeps.

Tang Long hesitated for a moment, then hastened to make the necessary arrangements.

Back on Ye Tian’s side, on the mountaintop, eight machine guns were already trained on him.

The squad stationed atop the peak had received Qian Wanbao’s ironclad order: at any cost, expend every round of ammunition if necessary, but Ye Tian must not leave the Qianlong Mountains alive.

A hail of bullets erupted instantly, crisscrossing the air in pursuit of Ye Tian’s shifting silhouette.

“No good—he’s too fast!”

“How can someone move at the speed of an off-road vehicle on this nearly vertical slope? He’s inhuman!” The captain of the fourth squad felt his scalp prickle, but still barked the command to keep firing.

As time passed, the squad members watched in horror as Ye Tian, all the while dodging bullets, raced rapidly toward one of the helicopters.

“Captain, he’s coming up!” a soldier shrieked, his voice cracking. An instant later, the radio crackled with the sickening sound of flesh being parted by steel—a sound that chilled every listener to the bone.

Terror—unmatched, overwhelming terror!

He wasn’t human!

What kind of man, faced with the relentless pursuit of eight heavily armed helicopters, wouldn’t flee—but instead, seemed intent on annihilating every one of them?

Most terrifying of all: he had just killed a pilot!

Everyone there was paralyzed with fear.

“Captain, maybe we should take off now!”

“In the air, no matter how fast he is, he can’t possibly catch us,” someone suggested, forcing down his terror.

“Agreed—take off, now!” The captain, his nerve shattered, issued the order without hesitation. The other seven helicopters immediately began to lift off.

As the rotors thundered overhead, Ye Tian looked up.

Across the surrounding peaks, seven helicopters now hovered in the sky, rapidly forming a tight encirclement with Ye Tian at its center.

“Ye Tian, today you won’t escape, even with wings!” The fourth squad captain bellowed into his loudhailer from above, laughing heartily.

The gloom that had weighed on them finally lifted; they were now dozens of meters in the air. Unless Ye Tian sprouted wings, he could only stand helpless on the ground.

“Hmph. The ones who won’t escape are you.” Ye Tian’s voice was cold and mocking. With that, he stepped back and dropped into a crouch.

“Haha, he must have lost his mind! Look at him—does he actually think he can jump up here?” One pilot hovered directly above, laughing at the sight of Ye Tian’s pose.

“He must’ve taken a bullet to the brain! That’s more than forty meters up—like jumping to the top of a fifteen-story building!”

The pilots chatted over their radios, shaking their heads in disbelief.

In the end, man is only flesh and blood. No matter how profound one’s martial arts, firearms can still end your life. You might be invincible among men, but you can’t stand against modern weaponry.

Under such overwhelming firepower, Ye Tian seemed like nothing more than a clown—pathetic, laughable.

But soon, they stopped laughing.

Ye Tian suddenly leaped, soaring several zhang into the air and landing atop the highest tree on the peak.

“Holy—!” The pilot who had just been laughing recoiled in terror, instantly yanking his helicopter another twenty meters higher, cold sweat pouring down his back.

Someone who could leap ten meters in a single bound… Was this even human?

For some reason, the same thought flashed through every pilot’s mind. If they hadn’t raised their altitude, Ye Tian might really have managed to jump onto their helicopters.

“Stay alert. Let’s see what trick he’s playing before we act,” the fourth squad captain ordered. After the earlier barrages, their ammunition was nearly spent—only enough for one more volley.

If they still failed to kill Ye Tian, they’d have no choice but to retreat.

“Yes, just like that—don’t run!” As the group debated, Ye Tian stood atop the swaying treetop, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He raised his sword to the sky and chanted:

“Heaven’s ninefold mysteries, transform to divine thunder; let the celestial majesty blaze, and let the sword guide it!”

As his voice faded, the clouds above swirled violently. The sky itself seemed to collapse downward like an overturned cauldron, descending rapidly as fierce winds howled across the peaks.

In the storm’s wake, the helicopters rocked and bucked.

Divine Sword’s Thunder Command!

This was a rare Taoist spell from Mount Qingyun, a mystical art that used the practitioner as a conduit, the sword as a vessel. With a single sweep, it summoned thunder and lightning.

Some even whispered that it could slay immortals.

As the pilots stared in disbelief, bolts of lightning crashed down from the heavens, twisting into rope-like currents, all converging on the spot where Ye Tian stood.