"Hahahaha! They all have to die! Die, all of you!"

In the darkness, Bei Ye laughed wildly, his laughter filled with madness and cruelty. His eyes were only on slaughter and destruction; his heart desired nothing more than to trample the entire world under his feet.

However, this power came and went quickly. Before long, Bei Ye felt his power rapidly dissipating, and his body grew weaker and weaker.

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, his limbs went weak, his head throbbed with pain, and then his eyes rolled back as he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The two men lay pitifully in the distance, their bodies covered in wounds, and they had long since lost consciousness, with no way to escape.

Before dawn, the earth was still shrouded in a hazy gray veil. Yet, in this tranquil morning, Bei Ye had already awoke early. He felt an unprecedented power surging within him, his meridians seemingly opened by a mysterious force, and his body as if it had undergone a baptism, becoming more resilient and agile.

He lowered his head in thought, "Could it be that the strange power last night was really helping me temper my body?"

Recalling everything that happened last night, he guessed that it was all related to that mysterious Taoist priest, but what kind of miraculous medicine did the Taoist priest give him to make him undergo such a complete transformation?

Turning my gaze to the side, I saw the two assassins still lying on the ground, unconscious. They were covered in dried blood, clearly having experienced a terrifying life-or-death struggle the previous night.

A cold glint flashed in Bei Ye's eyes. He slowly drew the dagger from his waist and walked step by step toward the two assassins.

"You two dared to attack me while my internal energy was in disarray." Bei Ye's voice was icy as he raised the dagger high in his hand.

"Swish! Swish!"

Without any mercy, he swung the dagger and instantly slit the man in black's throat.

The man in white opened his eyes in terror, but it was too late. Bei Ye's dagger flashed again, ending his life!

After dealing with the two assassins, Bei Ye took out a bottle of corpse-dissolving liquid from his pocket and gently dripped it onto their corpses.

Their bodies began to emit puffs of white smoke, accompanied by a pungent odor, and soon turned into a pool of blood, disappearing without a trace.

Bei Ye flew away and entered a lush forest.

The morning sunlight shone on Bei Ye, giving him a golden glow.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and felt the flow of energy within his body.

At that moment, he seemed to merge with nature, and the distracting thoughts in his mind gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of tranquility.

As dawn broke, Bei Ye got up and left the mountain range.

He walked along the official road, only to find that the horses he had hidden there were nowhere to be seen. He frowned slightly, but quickly dismissed the thought. The world was a dangerous place, and theft was common; he didn't dwell on it.

On the road, Bei Ye encountered a merchant in a hurry. He went up to him and exchanged his valuables for a horse.

He continued riding forward, and before long, he smelled a strong stench of blood.

It seems a bloodbath has occurred nearby!

He didn't choose to look back, but instead quickened his pace.

The setting sun was like blood, its afterglow spreading across the yellow earth road. The crisp, powerful sound of horses' hooves broke the silence of the twilight.

Soon, Bei Ye arrived on his black horse, riding the wind, and came to a simple tea stall.

The canvas of the tea stall swayed gently in the breeze. Around a few old wooden tables, several travelers sat, sipping their tea or chatting quietly, enjoying this rare moment of tranquility.

Suddenly, a ragged man, covered in blood, stumbled into the tea stall. His face was ashen, his eyes filled with fear and despair, and he gasped for breath, pleading, "Everyone, please help me! They...they're going to kill me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of burly men swiftly flew over.

Upon seeing this, the travelers at the tea stall all showed expressions of fear. Some hurriedly packed their bags, preparing to flee this place of trouble; others lowered their heads and remained silent, afraid of getting into trouble.

Only Bei Ye remained seated, his gloomy eyes coldly glancing at the man who had pleaded for help and the burly men who had chased after him.

The burly man at the head of the group, with a face full of scars, held a large knife and glared fiercely at Bei Ye. He sneered, "Kid, if you know what's good for you, don't meddle! Otherwise, I'll take care of you too!" His voice was rough and hoarse, full of threat.

Bei Ye suddenly sneered, stood up, dusted himself off, and said indifferently, "To help those in need is the duty of every man in the martial world. Today, I'm going to meddle in this matter."

"I think you're tired of living!"

Enraged, the burly man swung his knife at Bei Ye.

Bei Ye dodged the attack with a swift movement. He then struck out with a backhand palm, the wind from which was fierce and aimed directly at the burly man's face.

The burly man hurriedly retreated, but it was too late. Bei Ye's palm strike landed heavily on his chest, sending him flying dozens of meters before crashing to the ground.

"Dare to touch our boss? You're dead!"

"Go! Take his dog's life!"

Seeing this, the other burly men roared and charged towards Bei Ye. They wielded their weapons with ferocious force.

However, Bei Ye moved nimbly through the tea stall. He threw punches and kicks, his attacks precise and ruthless. In no time, he had taken down all the burly men.

"You...you've got guts! We won't let you get away with this!"

The burly leader threw down a smoke grenade, and a cloud of smoke billowed out, obscuring all vision.

By the time his voice faded, they had vanished from the spot.

"They really escaped quickly." Bei Ye sheathed his dagger, but the cold glint in his eyes remained sharp.

The rescued man immediately stepped forward and knelt before Bei Ye.

"Thank you so much for saving me, brave warrior! I am deeply grateful!" he said with utmost sincerity.

Bei Ye simply waved his hand dismissively: "No need to thank me. I just couldn't stand those people bullying others with their power." His tone was calm and indifferent, as if he didn't care about what had just happened.

"My benefactor, this is all the possessions I have. You saved my life, so please take it all. If it's not enough..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Bei Ye had already leaped onto his horse.

"No need."

Bei Ye patted the horse's rump, and with a whoosh, the horse galloped off, fast as lightning, disappearing in an instant, leaving only a cloud of dust still swirling in the air.

"My benefactor!" The man hurriedly chased after him, but he couldn't catch up at all.

...

However, the dangers of the martial world did not end there. The group did not give up; they quickly gathered a force and launched a relentless pursuit of Bei Ye on their way to the capital.

Bei Ye rode his horse at breakneck speed along the rugged mountain road. Behind him, a group of fierce-looking, burly men pursued relentlessly, brandishing weapons and shouting loudly, trying to make Bei Ye stop.

But Bei Ye seemed not to hear him. He gripped the reins tightly and let the black horse carry him galloping wildly along the mountain road.