"I think you're just indulging in empty talk." Ye Xingchen suddenly exuded an aura: "If your last words are clear, then let's begin."
"You're courting death." Jun Cheng pointed his long sword forward and suddenly attacked Ye Xingchen with a sword strike.
Meanwhile, the other two, one wielding a hidden weapon and the other a short sword and round shield, attacked Ye Xingchen simultaneously.
Ye Xingchen bent over, causing the opponent's attack to miss, and with his right hand he grabbed at the air, the sharp sword aura of Chixiao suddenly shone brightly.
In the darkness, a white light appeared and then disappeared.
Several screams rang out. Apart from Jun Cheng, who was holding a longsword, the other two had their arms gone, and the round shield in the other's hand was cleanly cut in two, while his right hand was also severed.
Ye Xingchen broke the three-person killing formation with a single sword strike, and with a flick of his Chixiao finger, a sword aura split into three, hovering above the heads of the three.
As soon as Ye Xingchen unleashed his true energy, he could kill the three of them instantly.
"You...you're not from the Heavenly Realm?" Jun Cheng looked at the sword hanging above his head, and he felt a chill run down his spine.
Yes, according to the information he received, Ye Xingchen was at the Heavenly Realm, but based on the strength he displayed, he might even be at the Half-Step Heavenly Realm.
"Realm is just a division of strength, but it doesn't mean that your strength is only this much." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "For example, you guys are clearly only second-rate, but when you combine your strength, you can even kill those in the Heavenly Realm."
"We at the Three Thousand Towers do not allow missions to fail. If we fail this time and our people die, there will be another time, until the very end," Jun Cheng said through gritted teeth.
"Is that so?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly, pointed with his right hand, and released his true energy.
*Poof...* The sword energy hanging above Jun Cheng's head suddenly pierced through Jun Cheng's body.
Juncheng's eyes were wide open, and there was a hole in his chest. He collapsed to the ground with a thud and died.
"Since you're already sworn enemies with me, I'll kill one of you if I can." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "What about you two? Do you want to end up like him?"
The remaining two, Junming and Jundao, were ashen-faced.
As assassins, they face certain death either way if their mission fails, so they kill with indifference and devoid of emotion.
But when they actually faced death, they realized how terrifying it was for them.
"Ye Xingchen, don't be too smug. We're not the only ones coming to cause you trouble this time," Jun Ming said through gritted teeth.
Ye Xingchen pointed with his right hand, and *poof*... Jun Ming fell to the ground.
"I know that it's not just a few good-for-nothings who're causing me trouble, but so what?" Ye Xingchen looked at Jun Dao. "And you, you don't also think I'd be afraid of those people, do you?"
Ye Xingchen took a step forward, his tone chilling: "What do you say, Jun Dao?"
"Ah...don't kill me, don't kill me!" Jun Dao screamed in terror.
Ye Xingchen unleashed his full killing intent, which Jun Dao couldn't withstand at all, and his will collapsed instantly.
"I won't kill you, but I'll keep you to go back and tell the Three Thousand Towers a message: Tell them that if they dare to provoke me again, I will definitely go to the Three Thousand Towers and slaughter their entire families. Get lost."
Ye Xingchen pointed a finger at his Tanzhong acupoint, and with a "poof," Jun Dao's true energy leaked out, and all his strength was destroyed by Ye Xingchen.
He knelt on the ground, trembling; he was now a cripple.
"You might as well... just kill me!" Jun Dao roared hysterically.
"If you want to die, it's simple. You have a knife, and there's a tree over here. You can commit seppuku, or you can hang yourself from the tree." Ye Xingchen sneered, "Do you dare?"
Jun Dao lay prostrate on the ground, trembling. He dared not, even now that he was a cripple, he dared not commit suicide casually.
"You're really not as good as the Japanese. At least Sato Matsuichi didn't hesitate at all when he committed suicide." Ye Xingchen laughed: "The Japanese give you a little benefit, and you Three Thousand Towers are willing to risk your lives for them?"
"Let me warn you, don't end up getting yourself involved. That would be a losing proposition. Get lost."
Jun Dao gritted his teeth and stood up, struggling to disappear into the night.
Ye Xingchen took out a Gu and placed it on the ground. The Gu quickly burrowed into one of the corpses.
This is a corpse-dissolving Gu. The corpse convulsed violently, and after a moment, it turned into a skin. When the wind blew, the skin vanished into thin air.
The other corpse also met the same fate. After dealing with the two, Ye Xingchen returned to his room.
Si Qianyu, who had been up all night, was still fast asleep. As an assassin, she was usually very vigilant.
But because Ye Xingchen was by her side, she could fall asleep completely at ease.
Jun Dao walked along the road with uneven steps, having lost all his cultivation, and was now unable to walk fast at all.
Although he knew that returning to his sect would mean certain death, he still wanted to send news about Ye Xingchen back to his sect.
After all, both of his brothers had died at Ye Xingchen's hands.
Suddenly he tripped and fell to the ground with a thud. When he looked up, he saw a paper figure standing in front of him.
The paper figure was deathly pale, and its colorful paper looked extremely eerie in the night.
"Ah..." Jun Dao was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud. He struggled to sit up and looked at the paper figure in front of him with a face full of horror.
But at that moment, the paper figure moved. Accompanied by a hysterical, miserable laugh, the paper figure split into six and began to spin rapidly around him.
A man dressed in rags slowly walked up. He slowly raised his head, and his face was extremely ugly.
His features were almost squeezed together, and his expression was extremely fierce. He was Wu Zhen, the descendant of the Shi Jiu Wu family.
"Wu Zhen, what are you trying to do?" Jun Dao looked at Wu Zhen angrily.
They were originally allies with the same goal: to kill Ye Xingchen.
But now, looking at Wu Zhen's expression, he felt something was off.
"Hahaha, the reputation of the Three Thousand Towers is quite great, but the so-called top assassins are nothing special." Wu Zhen grinned lewdly, his features almost squashed together, making him look extremely ugly.
“If you’re really capable, go and take care of Ye Xingchen. If you’re not, then stop wasting your breath here.” Jun Dao’s expression was extremely unpleasant.
"Of course I'll deal with Ye Xingchen. The Japanese said that whoever takes Ye Xingchen's head will enjoy all the benefits of the Apocalypse Plan, such as immortality." Wu Zhen slowly took a few steps forward.
"But your Three Thousand Towers are already out of the game. Two of your three top assassins are dead, and the third is still wandering here like a stray dog. It's hard to believe in the reputation of your Three Thousand Towers."
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