Among the assassins who came, the leader was a gaunt old foreigner with sunken eyes, a high nose, and his body wrapped in bandages, like a mummy that had just crawled out of a grave. He held a scepter with a snake's head and spoke in a broken Da Xia language.
Among this group of assassins, the old man had the highest cultivation level.
The fluctuations in his aura were far greater than those of Fu Tianlang and Su Junshen, making him appear unfathomable.
"Pharaoh Egotumon!"
Fu Tianlang, Mo Jianfeng, and the others were shocked.
Although they did not know this person, they had long heard of his great reputation.
He is ranked 321st on the list of the world's top 500 killers.
It is said that this person's greatest skill is the art of cursing.
Once, a man went to a small island on the outermost edge of the Senluo Hell Continent and, with the power of a curse, slaughtered tens of thousands of warriors on the island.
Overnight, the blood turned the surrounding black ocean red.
After that, Pharaoh Tumun's fame spread far and wide, and people were terrified of him.
Beside Pharaoh Tumun, a beautiful woman with a seductive figure and revealing clothing stepped forward and spoke with a smile.
“I am Aisha Rami from India, hehe.”
Fu Tianlang exclaimed in surprise again.
This woman is ranked 322nd on the assassin list, and her strength is comparable to that of Pharaoh Tumon.
Beside him was a dwarf who looked like a five or six-year-old child, holding a rattle drum and wearing brightly colored clothes.
At first glance, you'd think it was a kindergarten child playing with toys.
However, upon closer inspection, one would discover that the rattle drum seems to possess some strange magic, capable of instantly drawing one's spirit away.
“I am Chachai, a sorcerer from the Elephant Kingdom.”
He is ranked 325th on the list of the world's top 500 assassins, and is also a master of innate skill.
It can be said that these three are all top-notch experts in the world.
Once they join forces, they can even go toe-to-toe with the top 100 masters on the assassin list, enough to sweep away some small countries.
Pharaoh Tumon stared at Ye Feng with his cloudy eyes, his hoarse voice like sand scraping across smooth glass.
"Ye Feng, someone has issued a kill order against you on the dark web, with a bounty of eight billion US dollars."
"So don't blame us, blame your bad luck."
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, too lazy to ask who the employer was.
In his view, it didn't matter who it was.
He kills every single one that comes his way.
If two come, he'll kill them both.
Later, when Fu Tianlang heard that these people had come to kill Ye Feng, he became even more smug.
"Haha, Ye Feng, it seems your life is really unlucky."
"Who told you to incur the wrath of heaven and the hatred of the people?"
"If you're reborn as a human in your next life, remember to keep a low profile. You have to play the humble servant when necessary..."
puff--
Ye Feng slapped him from a distance, turning him into a bloody mist.
"You're so long-winded, I hate people like you the most."
Mo Jianfeng, standing to the side, was splattered with blood and was shocked. His eyes were filled with fear, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably.
A dignified master of innate level, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance's Dongsheng Prefecture branch, was slapped to death.
Could it be that Ye Feng's cultivation has already reached the Martial Grandmaster realm?
But that's impossible; he's only in his early twenties.
The more Mo Jianfeng thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed.
Now we can only place our hopes on Pharaoh Tumun and his people.
"Too weak."
Ye Feng slapped Fu Tianlang to death, shook his head, and strode towards Pharaoh Tumon and his group, saying contemptuously.
"You all come at me together, I'm in a hurry to get home."
"Arrogant!"
"You're in a hurry? I think you're in a hurry to be reincarnated."
A look of solemnity flashed in Pharaoh Tumon's eyes. He roared and pointed his scepter at Ye Feng from a distance.
At the same time, he began chanting a series of ancient and mysterious incantations.
The surrounding air began to distort and fluctuate strangely.
Ye Feng felt that the scene in front of him had changed, and a vast and boundless desert appeared out of nowhere.
He found himself in the middle of a desert, where a fierce wind blew, carrying sand and gravel that lashed against his body, causing his skin to burn and sting.
Suddenly, a fiery cloud drifted in from above, turning the entire sky a fiery red.
They quickly coalesced into a gigantic face, which upon closer inspection turned out to be Pharaoh Tumun, as large as a small hill, with his mouth wide open.
"Ye Feng, you're dead!"
The sound, like muffled thunder, rolled across the sky and traveled far and wide.
Then, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of flame, which swept towards Ye Feng like a fire dragon.
The surrounding air was distorted and swirled by the scorching heat.
Upon closer inspection, the fire dragon was actually composed of countless densely packed, fiery red insects, with sharp fangs resembling two rows of spiked daggers, grinning as it charged towards Ye Feng.
They even chewed up the void, leaving a long, dark hole behind them, which looked extremely eerie.
These fiery red worms will become even stronger after devouring martial artists, thus feeding back into Pharaoh Tumon and enhancing his own cultivation.
Back then, Pharaoh Tumon used this very tactic to sweep across a small island on the outermost edge of the entire Senluo Hell Continent.
Of course, this mysterious and unpredictable curse technique is currently only aimed at Ye Feng; no one else can see it.
After all, his only enemy on the field was Ye Feng.
At this moment, Ye Feng stood motionless in the middle of the field, looking as if he had been scared out of his wits.
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