A chilling aura of killing intent emanated from him.
"Trespassing on the commander's territory is courting death!" Although the bandits were chaotic, they were all ambitious individuals. Although the leader's son was a spoiled young master, he was protected by many powerful figures.
Many of the bandit leaders' trusted elites are now serving as bodyguards for this spoiled young master, and there are countless experts among them.
Ye Tian wasn't facing any of the experts yet. He was only surrounded by a group of guards, a mix of Celestial Immortals and Golden Immortals, led by a Golden Immortal at the third level, whose face was icy cold. Clearly, they mistook Ye Tian and Chu Feng for reckless thieves.
People always have to pay the price for their actions; the man at the third level of the Golden Immortal realm died.
He was killed by Ye Tian with a single sword strike. A mere Golden Immortal Level 3 was nothing to Ye Tian; his longsword fell directly from the sky, severing his head.
Before he died, the man's pupils were wide open, clearly filled with resentment and unwillingness to accept his fate.
How could someone so skilled dare to break into the residence of the leader's son? Why is that? Even if he went down there, he probably wouldn't be able to figure it out.
What seemed to be the safest place became his final resting place.
Ye Tian gazed at the densely packed crowd ahead, a diverse mix of people at various cultivation levels. Their auras were overwhelmingly powerful, and he didn't want to say anything more. He only wanted to kill the commander's son.
The leader, a Golden Immortal at the third level, was dead, and some people began to cower. One person's cowardice caused panic in the entire group; those in front trampled those behind, and it seemed they were about to be scattered.
"Don't be afraid, there are only two of them. They can't possibly kill us all, can they?" a hook-nosed man holding a knife said coldly.
This man looked extremely cold and sinister, giving off a feeling of extreme treachery and ruthlessness. Most importantly, his cultivation level was a full seventh level of Golden Immortal.
But he didn't rush forward. Instead, he looked at the group of Celestial Immortals ahead with cold eyes. The appearance of the hook-nosed man seemed to give this group a shot in the arm.
The previously chaotic group immediately became orderly and disciplined, staring at Ye Tian with murderous intent.
They formed a long, winding formation, a mix of Golden Immortals and Celestial Immortals. Their aura possessed an unstoppable, surging power.
Ye Tian wasn't alone. He gripped the longsword that usually hung above his head tightly in his hand, tightened his grip slightly, and gently flicked the blade, removing the dust that had settled on it.
"I'll charge forward, you watch over the people behind me," Ye Tian said.
Chu Feng didn't dawdle.
Ye Tian disregarded those behind him and charged forward with the force of his longsword. Although his opponents formed a renowned, sharp, and powerful single-line serpent formation, they were utterly no match for Ye Tian's swordsmanship.
Sword energy swirled in the sky, and the massive phantom image of the Dharma Heaven and Earth, constructed by a hundred guards using their true energy, appeared amidst the swirling demonic energy, seemingly capable of crushing Ye Tian with a single hand.
But this was merely an illusion. Ye Tian's sword energy was already capable of ignoring these illusions. With its sharp blade, it pierced straight through the clouds, dispelling the falsehoods of the illusions, and the people in the row in front of him died instantly.
Someone silently crept up behind Ye Tian, thinking they had found an opening, and tried to stab Ye Tian to death with a long sword.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Feng's movements were swift. A hidden weapon of indistinct shape shot a finger-sized hole into the man's forehead, instantly turning into a dark, stagnant pool of blood. The poison had spread throughout the man's body in the blink of an eye, sealing his fate.
Ye Tian, now like a tiger among sheep, used his absolute strength to cut down the group of people one by one as easily as slicing melons and chopping vegetables, and walked forward alone.
Chu Feng, carrying a basket on his back, was a calm and collected man who covered the rear. With him there, no one could launch any attack on Ye Tian from behind.
A full hundred people.
Both the Golden Immortal realm and the Celestial Immortal realm exist.
They all died here! Blood flowed like a pillar, ceaselessly. The stream beside the artificial hill was now stained red with blood, each flow leaving a crimson mark.
They slew a hundred skilled bandits; today, the bandits of the desolate city are missing countless key members.
The hook-nosed man remained motionless, his face expressionless, watching indifferently as Ye Tian slaughtered everyone in front of him. He showed no intention of helping.
He wanted to use the lives of these people to tie down Ye Tian's energy, even if it was just a tiny bit.
This hook-nosed man possesses the seventh level of the Golden Immortal realm. Ye Tian is currently only at the eleventh level of the Heavenly Immortal realm. Even considering the boost from combat experience, Ye Tian is no match for him in terms of pure strength.
“Your energy is waning; your breathing is unsteady, and your hand holding the sword is trembling. I don’t want to kill you. Go. As long as the Crown Prince’s safety inside is ensured, I can pretend none of this happened,” the hook-nosed man said indifferently.
This is an extremely selfish person who will disregard everything else in order to avoid war. Aside from his primary duty of protecting the prince's life, he is completely oblivious to everything else.
Ye Tian said nothing, but gripped his longsword tightly and coldly said to the hook-nosed man's face, "Get out of my way!"
"You're courting death." The hook-nosed man's face suddenly turned cold, and a tremendous killing intent rose within him.
A surging aura rushed towards Ye Tian, definitely at the seventh level of the Golden Immortal realm, and even stronger than experts of the same realm.
pity.
Not strong enough!
Ye Tian's sword pierced the chest of the man with the hooked nose.
He stabbed him through the neck.
Both the hook-nosed man and Chu Feng were stunned.
How could Ye Tian, with his eleventh-level Celestial Immortal cultivation, possibly defeat the hook-nosed man? What gives him the right?!
"All power is futile in the face of absolute speed," Ye Tian said coldly.
I see.
When the hook-nosed man thought he had the victory in the bag, he overlooked the fact that Ye Tian was wearing the Heaven-Treading and Earth-Stepping Spirit Boots. With these boots as his explosive force, he could reach a speed that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal couldn't catch up with.
Although the man with the hooked nose was stronger than Ye Tian, if the speed difference was too great, the power generated by speed alone would be enough to kill the man with the hooked nose.
Ye Tian forcefully pulled out the longsword. Blood gushed out like a geyser. The hook-nosed man's eyes widened as he tried to stop the wound in his chest, but it was too late. His body had lost its balance, and he stumbled back two steps before crashing to the ground with a "thud."
On his deathbed, his eyes were wide open, and he still couldn't understand why he had died so tragically.
"Get out of the way!" Ye Tian kicked the corpse aside and headed towards the center.
"Alright, this charade is over." An elderly man with white hair walked out in cloth shoes. His demeanor was calm, yet he exuded a strong sense of intimidation.
Ye Tian knew that these were experts at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, and only they could unleash such astonishing power.
Even with the Sky-Treading and Earth-Stepping Boots, Ye Tian would absolutely not be able to deal with a true Grand Luo Golden Immortal.
This time, it's dangerous.
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