"You're too smart," the mud-covered young man said, his eyes flashing with a complex light.
Ye Tian remained vigilant and pressed on, "Of those players who, like me, chose not to join any faction, how many are still alive?"
His hand was the number "7," proving that at least six people had preceded him. After this scoundrel's deception, who knows how many will survive?
“One,” the mud-covered young man said cheerfully.
A murderous intent suddenly erupted in Ye Tian's heart. Six people, and five of them had actually been killed by that filthy brat.
This also means that the seven people who were supposed to carry out the mission together have lost five allies before the mission even started.
"What, you want to kill me?" the mud-covered young man asked with amusement.
Ye Tian remained silent; how could he possibly fall for such a trick? This young man was so audacious; he was certain Ye Tian wouldn't violate the rules of the desolate city.
"Heh." The mud-covered young man sneered, squatting down and leaning against the candied hawthorn cart.
"The first five who died were chasing each other. The sixth was a smart man, a smart man who understood the ways of the world. He saw through it just like you, but he didn't say anything. That's why he's still alive."
Ye Tian suddenly remembered a loophole in the rule, and he suddenly asked, "Killing is forbidden in this desolate city, so how do they kill each other?"
“Those who break the rules are all dead. The fifth person wasn’t killed by the sixth; he was killed by soldiers on his way to kill the fourth.” The mud-covered young man, his identity exposed, became nonchalant.
Hearing this, Ye Tian roughly understood the situation, but then he seemed to remember something and asked, "Why did you deceive these people? What conflict does our mission have with yours?"
"Your mission?" The mud-covered young man chuckled, shaking his head with a playful tone: "Your mission is to kill us."
"Unfortunately, there are only two of you left now, and you are definitely no match for us."
"There are still two weeks left. Guess how many more people I can fool?" the mud-covered young man asked with a hint of amusement.
Ye Tian took a deep breath, his killing intent rising, but he forcibly suppressed it.
Killing people is forbidden in a deserted city; that should be the bottom line. Breaking the curfew is also a bottom line.
In this city, unless one is powerful enough to overpower the two major forces of bandits and outlaws, one must always abide by these two rules.
Otherwise, let alone Ye Tian, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would be surrounded and killed by both sides.
As the mud-covered young man walked away, he sneered, "Poor thing, poor thing, you've only just entered this desolate city and you're already close to death."
These provocative words, along with the relentless actions that angered Ye Tian, were all intended to provoke him into making the first move.
If I'm not mistaken, as soon as Ye Tian breaks the rules, soldiers will definitely appear immediately to kill him.
"Wait a minute," Ye Tian called out to the muddy young man.
He seemed to have already assumed this, and said with a playful smile, "What? Are you about to die? Do you have any last words?"
Ye Tian remained extremely calm, tossing out a tael of silver and saying, "The candied hawthorn is quite good."
The mud-covered young man quickly reached out to catch it, cupping his fists in thanks.
What's your real name?
"Huang Chao, if I become the Green Emperor one day, I dare to laugh at Huang Chao for being a coward," said the mud-covered young man.
"Huang Chao, that's not a lucky name," Ye Tian muttered, his eyes turning slightly cold.
I've only just entered this desolate city and I've already gotten myself into this mess. It seems that to survive in this lawless place, I have to demonstrate my strength; the truly weak simply can't survive here.
It seems we need to urge all the workers to practice more diligently, otherwise the pressure of life is too great, and their skills will soon fall behind.
With his current level of barely breaking through to the seventh level of the Celestial Immortal realm, even with the title of "Martial Fiend," he can only stand on par with the Golden Immortal realm. It would be quite difficult for him to survive in this desolate city where even a Great Luo Golden Immortal might perish.
Leaving aside others, let's talk about Huang Chao, who just provoked us.
This person's cultivation level appears incredibly profound; he might be a master at the tenth level of the Golden Immortal realm or higher. The fact that the desolate city could muster a month's worth of neutral personnel to target this mysterious organization suggests their strength is considerable.
Now only Ye Tian, number seven, and number six remain. To deal with this group, one must at least possess the strength of a Golden Immortal at the tenth level. Otherwise, how can one fight against this group?
Ye Tian himself wouldn't cultivate; he wanted to dedicate his limited life to more meaningful things. Improving the work efficiency of laborers was far faster than cultivating himself.
The residence of the carefree immortal crane.
Ye Tian had summoned all the members of the Ruthless Sect to the training hall by letter, and the number 7 token was placed on the mahogany table and chairs.
Ye Tian began to explain the whole story to them: "So it is, and so it is."
After hearing the story, Daoist Wuchen's face darkened. He said, "This Huang Chao is too arrogant. I will go and behead him in half a month!"
Li Xiaoyao interjected, "Does Master need to do this? I can handle it. Taking care of our six allies won't help; I can take his head off by myself."
"Let me do it. It'll be a good opportunity for me to gain some combat experience," Su Muchen interjected.
Gu Nishang coughed lightly and said, "I can too. I hate arrogant people like that the most."
Huan Qingsha also expressed her agreement.
Hearing them all chime in, vying to punish Huang Chao, Ye Tian was pleased. He added, "This Huang Chao looks to be at least at the seventh or eighth level of the Golden Immortal realm. Since you all want to kill him, that's perfect..."
"What?" Before he could finish speaking, Daoist Wuchen interrupted him, clutching his stomach and saying, "Good disciple, my stomach is not feeling well. Let your fellow disciples hold on for a while."
Ye Tianren was dumbfounded. Had he made a hasty escape to pee? He looked at Li Xiaoyao.
Li Xiaoyao swallowed hard, shook his head and said, "Junior brother, I haven't been feeling well lately. My doctor told me that I can't participate in strenuous exercise."
Ye Tian frowned, thinking, "This is too much."
Then he looked at his junior brother Su Muchen, who scratched his head, looked at the sky, and said blankly, "Aba aba."
Suddenly, with a "snap," Gu Nishang snapped the sword in her hand. She burst into tears, wailing, "Senior brother, I can't teach Huang Chao a lesson anymore, my sword is broken."
Huan Qingsha rubbed her lower back and said, "My lower back hurts."
"Alright." Ye Tian waved his hand and said, "I can see that you all possess unique skills. But no matter how unwilling we are, we will still have to send people to fight against Huang Chao in half a month."
"I think we need to have some hellish training. Only in this way will we have a chance to defeat Huang Chao and his organization in half a month."
"Good disciple, half a month is wishful thinking on your part," Wuchen Daoist complained.
"I'll make the plan, there's definitely a chance!" Ye Tian's eyes gleamed.
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