"Got him!"

At the moment when a thousand arrows were released simultaneously, smiles broke out on the faces of the many assassins.

Even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit.

Even though Ye Qingchen was just a young, wet-behind-the-ears lad, they didn't underestimate him in the least. Thus, they set up this heaven-shocking killing trap here, just to wait for Ye Qingchen to walk into it.

Just a small trick was needed to capture Ye Qingchen.

The black-clad man who coveted Jiang Churan earlier shook his head and sneered, "He's dead for sure! I thought he was some ruthless character, but he's just a hotheaded fool!"

The others wore smiles on their faces, but as soon as the smiles appeared, they froze completely.

In the incredulous eyes of everyone, Ye Qingchen's wrist flicked, and sword light erupted, illuminating the dim forest as if it were daylight. The sword blade spun, forming an impenetrable shield, blocking countless sharp arrows at that moment.

At the same time.

Ye Qingchen took a step forward, appearing in front of the black-clad man as if space had shrunk.

"Not good!"

The black-clad man's face turned pale with fright.

But after surviving many battles, like a seasoned battlefield veteran, he quickly regained his composure.

"Coiling Dragon Fist!"

He stomped fiercely, True Qi surging, and his upper garment burst apart. His spine twisted like a great dragon behind him, muscles bulging suddenly, and he punched skyward like a raging dragon turning over, a hidden dragon emerging from the depths.

Vast True Qi swirled around him, forming the shape of a dragon's head.

In that instant, it seemed as if a heaven-shocking dragon roar resounded throughout the area.

"Good!"

The gray-robed man couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Even though the Coiling Dragon Fist was merely a low-grade Yellow Rank martial technique, the opponent had reached a stage of mastery where it had become almost unsurpassed.

The black-clad man was also extremely confident, believing that if Ye Qingchen were hit by this punch, he would either die or be severely injured.

Swish!

Ye Qingchen's gaze was indifferent as he gave a flat cut with his long sword.

Slash!

A tearing sound resounded.

The black-clad man and his dragon-shaped fist force were directly sliced from top to bottom by this sword, like a hot knife through butter.

"Attack!"

At that moment.

Both Hong Man and Jiang Churan snapped back to reality and shouted, rushing toward the others.

Jiang Churan, face cold, rushed like a gale towards the nearest assassin. The piercing Sword Qi cut through the air with a sharp, ear-splitting whistling. Wherever the blade passed, leaves around it were covered with frost.

The assassin in front of her never expected this, and was pierced through the heart by a single sword.

Even the blood was frozen by the blade's edge.

"Die!"

Hong Man roared like an enraged rhinoceros, charging madly. The heavy footsteps pounded on the ground, like an ancient tyrannosaurus, barreling directly at an assassin.

Crack! Crack!

The assassin's body immediately emitted a jarring sound. In this strike, his entire skeleton, even his internal organs, were shattered.

He flew out like a ragdoll and died before hitting the ground.

"Impossible!"

The gray-robed man widened his eyes.

In just a moment.

The seemingly certain lethal trap had been torn apart.

By this time, Ye Qingchen had already come charging in.

He rode ahead, unstoppable, the assassins along his path were cut in half on the spot, blood splattering, limbs and remains flying.

"Damn it! What are you waiting for, everyone attack together, kill Ye Qingchen!"

The gray-robed man's eyes nearly burst with rage.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

A chorus of fierce shouts.

Then it was seen.

Numerous assassins, quickly abandoning Hong Man and Jiang Churan, rushed toward Ye Qingchen.

The gray-robed man lifted his right hand, deploying a mid-grade Yellow Rank palm technique, striking down toward Ye Qingchen with severity.

The other assassins also struck simultaneously, using hidden weapons or martial techniques.

They were assassins after all, willing to use any means to hunt their target.

In an instant, a torrent of attacks, mixed with ear-splitting howls, rushed toward Ye Qingchen.

"Good timing! Let me test the Sword Intent I've been working on!"

Ye Qingchen was not afraid, but rather delighted.

With a finger pointed in the air, a fierce wind swept across the battlefield. Instantly, the fallen leaves in the forest roared up. At the same time, they shot forward in the air, launching directly at the approaching assassins.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh...

The fallen leaves glowed brightly, revealing the luster of a sword.

The assassins besieging Ye Qingchen were immediately pierced through by the leaves, frozen in time as all movements stopped abruptly.

Then, their bodies crashed to the ground, dust flying.

The only one left standing was the gray-robed man. The instant he saw the leaves rise, he knew things were bad, quickly retreating.

But he could not avoid losing his right hand.

As his comrades were slaughtered, he turned and fled swiftly into the distance.

"How can this kid be so terrifying?"

The gray-robed man clutched his severed arm, eyes filled with fear.

"The organization miscalculated this time..."

"He's so young yet already comprehends Sword Intent, it's simply unbelievable! No wonder those three families put up such a bounty for his life..."

"Lucky I ran fast, or I might have ended up just like the others, killed by him!"

Just as the gray-robed man sighed in relief, a sharp wind sounded suddenly.

"Not good!"

The gray-robed man's heart trembled.

Yet, before he could react, a huge Powerful Qi sliced through, leaving a long mark on the ground, extending to him.

"Get out of my way!"

The gray-robed man howled, his body twisting, and a fierce punch shot out like an arrow, striking the Powerful Qi head-on.

"Boom!"

In his shocked gaze, the terrifying Powerful Qi shattered his defense, striking his chest hard.

"Boom..."

With a dull thud, the gray-robed man spat out blood, his balance lost, flying backward.

Meanwhile.

A figure pursued relentlessly behind him, not pausing at all, like a humanoid dragon, leaping high and stomping down on the gray-robed man in mid-air.

"No!"

The gray-robed man let out a wretched scream, raising his arms to shield his chest against the attack.

But Ye Qingchen's foot already crashed down.

Penetrating his defenses without hindrance, without warning, directly driving him from the air onto the ground.

"Boom!"

A step down.

Like a boulder hitting the ground, deafening noise resounded.

Dust billowed up in a cloud, and an endless web of cracks spread across the earth in all directions.

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