Rebirth Immortal-Chapter 24: The Wang Clan Strikes Back

The Wang Clan did not take the attack lightly.

By the next morning, scouts brought urgent news-Wang Tian had gathered a force and was already marching toward the temple. Hundreds of elite cultivators moved in formation, their weapons gleaming under the morning sun. The war Ye Chen had provoked had arrived faster than expected.

Ye Chen stood at the top of the temple walls, watching the dust rise in the distance. His expression remained calm.

"They came faster than I thought."

Mei Ling crossed her arms. "That means they're angry. And when people are angry, they make mistakes."

Lin Xia smirked. "Still, we should be careful. The Wang Clan is not weak."

Zhao Ming tightened his grip on his sword.

"They'll try to weaken our morale before attacking. Expect threats, tricks, and ambushes."

Ye Chen nodded. "Then let's not waste time. Everyone, prepare for battle."

By noon, the Wang Clan's army arrived at the temple gates.

Wang Tian stood at the front, dressed in dark gold robes, his long sword resting at his side. His eyes burned with anger, but his voice was calm. "Ye Chen, this is your last chance. Surrender now, and I will spare vour people."

Ye Chen stepped forward, his gaze steady.

'I'll give you a chance instead. Turn around and leave, or I'll burn your clan to the

ground."

Wang Tian's expression darkened. "You're arrogant. Do you think your little temple can stand against the full power of the Wang Clan?"

Ye Chen smirked. "Let's find out."

With a wave of his hand, the battle began.

The Wang Clan's cultivators charged, their swords flashing. Explosions rang out as they clashed with Ye Chen's forces. The disciples, though fewer in number, fought fiercely.

Lin Xia led a squad of archers, releasing arrows imbued with spiritual energy. Zhao Ming moved like a ghost through the battlefield, cutting down enemies with precision. Mei Ling weaved between the fights, using her speed to overwhelm her opponents.

General Wu roared, slamming his spear into the ground. The impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, knocking back several Wang Clan cultivators.

Above them, Ye Chen stood on the highest wall, observing everything. He had no intention of fighting yet. Instead, he watched, waiting for the right moment.

Wang Tian noticed this and sneered.

"Hiding on your walls? Pathetic!"

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a golden energy wave straight at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen raised one hand, catching the attack with ease. He crushed the energy in his palm, making Wang Tian's eyes widen in shock.

Then Ye Chen disappeared.

A second later, he reappeared in front of Wang Tian. "Your turn."

His palm shot forward, hitting Wang Tian square in the chest. The Wang heir flew backward, crashing into the ground.

Gasps filled the battlefield. The Wang Clan's forces hesitated.

Ye Chen stepped forward. "Is this all the Wang Clan has?"

Wang Tian wiped blood from his lips, his expression twisted with rage. "Kill them all!"

The battle intensified.

Wang Tian charged again, his sword covered in golden flames. He swung with full force, aiming to cut Ye Chen in half.

Ye Chen sidestepped, dodging effortlessly.

His fingers crackled with energy as he struck back, forcing Wang Tian to retreat.

"You're strong," Wang Tian admitted, breathing heavily. "But strength alone won't save you!"

He formed a hand seal, and the air trembled. Dark golden chains erupted from the ground, shooting toward Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smirked. "Cheap tricks."

With a single step, he vanished. The chains missed their target, slamming into the ground. Before Wang Tian could react, Ye Chen appeared behind him.

"Too slow."

Ye Chen's fist slammed into Wang Tian's back. The Wang heir coughed up blood as he staggered forward.

But instead of falling, he grinned.

"Got you."

A sudden explosion of golden energy surrounded Ye Chen, trapping him in a cage of fire.

Mei Ling screamed from the walls. "Ye Chen!"

Wang Tian laughed "You underestimated me!"

The flames roared, forming a burning prison around Ye Chen. "This is my clan's secret technique-the Heavenly Cage!

Once inside, no one escapes alive!"

The Wang Clan's forces cheered, thinking the battle was over.

But then, inside the flames, Ye Chen chuckled.

Wang Tian's smile faltered. "What...?"

The flames twisted, warping unnaturally

The golden fire that was supposed to consume Ye Chen suddenly froze in midair, then... disappeared.

Ye Chen stood in the center, completely unharmed.

Wang Tian's eyes widened in horror. "Impossible!"

Ye Chen cracked his knuckles. "Nice trick.

But not enough."

Before Wang Tian could react, Ye Chen vanished again.

A fist slammed into his stomach. He felt his ribs crack as he flew back, crashing into his own men.

Silence fell over the battlefield.

Ye Chen looked around. "Who's next?"

The Wang Clan's forces hesitated. Their leader had fallen. Their morale was broken.

General Wu took the chance. "Drive them out!"

The disciples roared in response, pushing forward. The Wang Clan's forces, now in complete disarray, began to retreat.

Wang Tian, still coughing up blood, glared at Ye Chen. "You think this is over?"

Ye Chen crouched beside him, grabbing his collar. "Listen well. If you attack my people again, I'll do more than defeat you."

He leaned in, voice dangerously low. "fIl destroy your entire clan."

Wang Tian shuddered. He had never felt such fear before.

Ye Chen released him. "Get out of my sight."

With that, the Wang Clan fled, leaving behind their dead and wounded.

The temple was filled with exhausted but victorious disciples. The wounded were tended to, the dead honored. Despite the losses, morale was high.

Mei Ling approached Ye Chen. "You scared them."

"Good," Ye Chen replied. "They needed to be reminded of who they're dealing with."

Zhao Ming sheathed his sword. "This victory will make us a bigger target. The ancient clans won't ianore this."

Ye Chen nodded. "Let them come. I'm just getting started."

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As he looked toward the horizon, he knew more battles were ahead. Stronger enemies would come. More schemes would unfold.

But none of it mattered.