Suddenly, a figure flashed, and the assassin walking at the front stopped.
"Sixth Brother, what's wrong?" No one saw the fleeting figure; they only saw Sixth Brother, who was usually the best at searching and tracking, stop.
The sixth brother stood there blankly, without saying a word; he seemed not to have heard his companions.
"Sixth Brother." The assassin leader stepped forward, the light from his gun shining in his face.
Upon seeing the light, his expression changed drastically, and he cried out, "Sixth Brother?"
A line of blood appeared on Lao Liu's throat, and blood flowed down his neck. He looked horrified and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
The remaining people quickly surrounded him, guns pointed outwards. No one saw how Lao Liu died, yet the other party killed half of their men in one move, and inexplicably killed Lao Liu as well. What kind of being was this?
A sense of fear swept through all of them, and their hands gripping the guns trembled uncontrollably.
Suddenly, several faint whooshing sounds came from the air. Before these people could react, they fell to the ground with two soft thuds.
Immediately afterwards, a figure swiftly swept past the remaining three.
One of the assassins raised his gun and fired several shots at the figure, but the figure's movements were not hindered at all.
He was certain that his bullet had hit the other person, but strangely, the other person was completely unharmed.
He roared and pulled the trigger until he ran out of bullets, but could only watch helplessly as the other party approached.
Ye Xingchen approached the three people, smiled slightly, raised his hand, and several hot bullets slid from his palm.
The assassins' pupils contracted; catching a bullet with bare hands?
Reality didn't give them much time to react. With a roar, the men quickly drew their knives and attacked Ye Xingchen.
However, Ye Xingchen raised two fingers of his right hand together and made a simple flourish in mid-air.
Two beams of light suddenly appeared and swept past the necks of the two people.
A fatal line of blood appeared on their throats. They fell to the ground, struggled for a moment, and then lay motionless.
"Ah..." Only the assassin leader was left on the scene. He roared and was about to attack Ye Xingchen with his gun.
However, Ye Xingchen slapped him, and with a bang, the assassin leader's body flew seven or eight meters to the side as if hit by a speeding car.
Thump! He crashed heavily into a tree, spitting out blood.
He struggled to stand up, but the blow had shattered most of his bones, and he was no longer able to stand.
"Who sent you?" Ye Xingchen took a dagger from his body and played with it in his hand.
The dagger is decorated with a totem, a weapon of the assassin, which he obtained from his target during a mission, representing good luck.
The assassin raised his head, a sinister smile spreading across his face: "Our rule is not to reveal the employer's information."
"Then there's no use keeping you around." Ye Xingchen pressed the dagger against the assassin's neck, wiped it lightly, then threw the dagger away and turned to leave.
The assassin leader's mouth was full of blood, and strange noises came from his throat. He thought that as long as he didn't talk, Ye Xingchen would keep him alive.
However, Ye Xingchen didn't give him a chance at all. He didn't care whether the assassin leader talked or not; he would find out the truth himself.
Ye Xingchen found Ling Yan, who was very weak due to excessive blood loss.
"Resolved?" Ling Yan looked up at Ye Xingchen.
"Just a small fry." Ye Xingchen picked her up and saw a pond in front of him, with a small house on the side of the pond.
"Let's go over there and see if there's any water."
Ling Yan nestled in his arms, feeling very warm and safe.
Upon arriving at the small house, Ye Xingchen found some water, fed it to Ling Yan, and then carefully wiped the water stains from her lips.
"Are you always this gentle with women?" Ling Yan couldn't help but look up and ask.
"This is the first time I've ever fed water to a woman," Ye Xingchen chuckled.
“Then I’m really lucky.” Ling Yan smiled, a genuine smile: “I’ve already called for help, and someone will be there to meet us within half an hour.”
“There’s no need. If you get injured, Old Master Ling will probably turn Yanjing upside down,” Ye Xingchen said.
"What...do these people do?" Ling Yan asked.
“The assassin came for me; you’re completely innocent.” Ye Xingchen sighed. “But don’t worry, I’ll handle it. I’ll get you some medicine to help your skin regenerate and prevent scarring.”
"Mm." Ling Yan nodded. With Ye Xingchen around, she wasn't worried at all.
Suddenly, Ye Xingchen frowned, raised his right hand, and the sword pellet appeared in his hand.
The rapidly spinning sword pellet represented Ye Xingchen's killing intent, as he sensed danger once again.
"What's wrong?" Ling Yan was slightly stunned. Suddenly, a pair of pale hands reached out from under the wooden house and grabbed her feet.
This wooden house is built above a pond; this thing comes out of the water.
Before she could even scream, Ye Xingchen's Crimson Cloud sword instantly transformed into a three-foot-long blade of energy. With a swift movement, he severed both her hands.
He grabbed Ling Yan and leaped into the air; crack, the wooden house shattered into pieces.
It landed gently on a fishing boat, and the vast fishpond was now covered with ripples.
"What the hell? Get out here!" Ye Xingchen was furious. He hated these kinds of people who pretended to be supernatural the most.
He pointed the Crimson Cloud sword forward and gathered his energy.
Boom... A huge wave was thrown up, and countless fish and shrimp were blasted out of the fishpond.
Along with his sword strike, several assassins dressed in black outfits also emerged.
"Ichikawa-ryu, a ninja?" Ye Xingchen's face suddenly flashed with killing intent.
With a series of booming sounds, several more water columns surged up from the surface of the water, and six ninjas appeared. They stood on the water, holding Japanese swords, and stared intently at Ye Xingchen.
Suddenly, they moved. A storm arose on the water, and waves condensed into a water curtain in mid-air, rapidly contracting around Ye Xingchen.
Eastern ninjutsu, capable of calming the ocean.
Ye Xingchen didn't care about all that. In the face of absolute strength, all the fancy moves were just empty gestures.
He slashed out with his sword, Li Chen, breaking through the water curtain wall, then leaped up and charged towards the six ninjas riding the waves.
With a seal of dust in hand, he unleashed a horizontal slash.
A wisp of sword energy formed in mid-air, then instantly transformed into a thin, azure line.
The thin line suddenly expanded, covering an area of a hundred feet, completely enveloped by the sword energy.
*Splash! Splash! Splash!* Six heads shot into the sky. The ninjas rushed forward, and even after their heads were severed, they continued to move forward for several meters before finally falling into the water with a splash.
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