Qin Yang's gaze, like a tangible sword, was fixed on the distorted shadow deep in the courtyard.

The air there seemed to have frozen.

The words had barely left his mouth when Qin Yang's gaze fell upon that corner.

The shadows wriggled and twisted, like ripples on water.

Immediately afterwards, a figure seemed to step out of nothingness and appeared there silently.

The newcomer was dressed in a dark gold brocade robe, and was not tall, even somewhat thin.

His face was aged and deeply lined, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, flashing with a chilling light.

He stood there without making any movement, yet he possessed an immense aura, as imposing as a mountain, making it hard for people to breathe.

It is none other than Ye Wentian, the current head of the Ye family!

He looked at Qin Yang with no extra expression on his face, only the indifference of someone who has long been in a position of power looking down on an ant.

And a deeply hidden, venomous chill.

A moment later.

Ye Wentian's dry lips slowly twitched upwards, forming a chilling sneer.

That smile was full of disdain, mockery, and an absolute confidence that he had everything under control.

"Hehe..." The hoarse, low laughter, like the cry of a night owl, echoed in the silent courtyard, sounding particularly jarring.

"What audacity!"

Ye Wentian spoke slowly, his voice hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other, with a chilling quality.

"A mere brat has destroyed the Zhao family's wings and injured my son of the Qilin. Now he dares to trespass on my Ye family's main residence alone?"

His gaze was like the sharpest knife, scraping across Qin Yang's body inch by inch.

"Who gave you the courage?"

Ye Wentian seemed to find his words amusing, and his sneer deepened.

But the smile didn't reach his eyes.

His eyes held only a chilling, icy gaze and an undisguised murderous intent.

The next moment!

His laughter stopped abruptly, and his face suddenly turned ferocious.

A sudden, loud shout, like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploded with a deafening roar.

"kill!"

This single word contained boundless, chilling killing intent, like an invisible sound wave that instantly swept across the entire courtyard.

Almost at the same time his voice rang out.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Around the courtyard, behind those seemingly ordinary walls, in the dense bushes, and even in the cracks of the blue bricks beneath Qin Yang's feet.

Several extremely sharp, piercing sounds erupted instantly.

Eight dark figures, like demons crawling out of hell, like venomous snakes that have been lurking for a long time!

At the same time, they rushed towards Qin Yang in the center of the courtyard from eight extremely tricky angles.

The speed was as fast as lightning.

They held all sorts of unusual weapons in their hands.

A dagger gleaming with a ghostly blue light, a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing.

Iron claws covered in barbs, and silent, poisonous needles.

Every weapon is forged with a deadly poison that can kill instantly.

Each attack was aimed at Qin Yang's vital points.

Heart, throat, temples, back of the heart, dantian!

Eight attacks, from eight directions.

This formed an impenetrable, deadly trap.

Completely block all possible escape routes for Qin Yang!

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the smell of death.

These shadowy figures were clearly elite assassins carefully trained by the Ye family, each possessing considerable strength.

Their teamwork was flawless; every move they made was thunderous and ruthless, leaving no room for retreat!

They were determined to kill Qin Yang with a single blow.

However, they were faced with a deadly siege that would make any grandmaster-level expert's scalp tingle.

Qin Yang's face remained unchanged, cold and indifferent.

It was as if eight deadly reapers were swarming towards them, rather than eight insignificant flies.

His eyes remained completely still, like a bottomless, icy pool.

Just as those eight deadly attacks were about to touch his body, at the critical moment...

Qin Yang finally moved!

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no dazzling moves.

He simply... disappeared on the spot.

Like a wisp of smoke, it vanished into thin air!

Extremely fast.

It was so fast that it exceeded the limits of human vision.

The attack of the eight assassins all missed.

The fierce wind even stirred up a layer of dust on the ground.

But their target has vanished without a trace.

"Huh?" The eight assassins were startled at the same time.

Their extensive combat experience made them instantly realize that something was wrong.

But it was too late!

"Bang!"

A dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking rotten leather, rang out.

The first assassin to react was about to turn around and search for Qin Yang's whereabouts.

His chest felt as if he had been hit hard by a speeding truck, and the sound of his ribs breaking was clearly audible.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

The person was already spitting out blood in mid-air, mixed with shattered internal organs.

It slammed heavily against the wall in the distance with a loud thud, then slid softly to the ground and fell silent.

Sold out instantly!

This is just the beginning.

"Snap!"

The second assassin was about to change his move and sweep with his soft sword.

A cold hand appeared on his wrist as if by magic.

With a slight exertion of the five fingers, the crisp sound of bones cracking was enough to make one's teeth ache.

The assassin let out a shrill scream as his soft sword flew from his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the palm moved upwards without stopping and landed on his dantian.

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