Take this, Old Sun
There it was again.
Ye Zichen muttered inwardly, but he pretended he hadn't heard anything. He closed his eyes and didn't respond.
He thought Murong Xue would give up as long as he ignored her.
However, Ye Zichen had truly underestimated a woman's curiosity, even if she was a mature woman.
Ye Zichen continued asking questions for ten-odd minutes, until he felt like he was about to break down. Fortunately, Jiang Yong, who was piloting the flying boat, had come to his rescue.
"We've arrived at Smoke Cloud City."
Ye Zichen, who'd been enduring Murong Xue's torment this entire time, shot to his feet and ran to the side of the flying ship. The first thing he did was check out Smoke City's surroundings, as well as the fluctuations of divine power and auras.
The sky was blue and the water was clear. Although the divine power outside the city was more violent, there were no other auras in the city.
"Then let's part ways here. When the time comes, I'll deal with the situation on my side, and then I'll come find you."
Ye Zichen didn't have time to say anything else. He jumped off the flying boat.
Murong Xue crossed her arms and watched Ye Zichen jump down. She couldn't help but snort. "I get it. His forces in the Lower Lands aren't particularly strong, and Upheaval is suppressing them. He's a man, after all. Face is important. He's not willing to say it. "
"Alright, you don't have to study Brother Ye's gossip. Let's hurry and gather some Cloud Tobacco. Once we have a hundred stalks, we'll go find Brother Ye. Perhaps he'll be of some help! "Jiang Yong said.
Ye Zichen landed safely on the ground, then took out his phone and searched according to the directions Wei Jie had given him.
Ye Zichen hurried at top speed. In just a few minutes, he arrived at the location Wei Jie had sent him.
This was indeed a village, and it looked like there were less than fifty families. As soon as they arrived at the village entrance, the pungent smell of blood assaulted their nostrils.
The gravel road of the village was littered with corpses.
These dead people must have experienced great fear when they were alive. After death, their eyes were filled with unconcealable fear.
As they walked into the village, it was just as Wei Jie had said. No one was spared, be it man or woman, young or old. Moreover, they had all died from a hole in the chest.
"I'm here. Where are you?"
He took out his phone and sent a message to Wei Jie. Not long after, Wei Jie replied.
"We're hiding in the village's cellar. Boss, have you dealt with the people outside?"
"No, I didn't see them at all."
Ye Zichen, who was looking at his phone, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He put his phone back into his pocket, while Xuan-Yuan Sword appeared in his hand to protect his back.
Ding.
A crisp sound rang out. At that moment, Ye Zichen saw at least twenty or so people with sinister smiles appear around the village.
The man who attacked him with a dagger also retreated several meters away after his attack failed.
"It's you guys."
Ye Zichen glanced at them indifferently, then canceled the message he had already typed on his phone. Instead, he composed a new message and sent it.
"Don't come out. I ran into them. I'll call you when I'm done."
"Good luck, Boss!"
Ye Zichen put his phone back into his pocket, then drew a circle in the air with Xuan-Yuan Sword.
Countless sword shadows appeared from the circle. The sword shadows seemed to be real as they buzzed and trembled. At the same time, Ye Zichen hooked his finger towards the criminals.
"Come on."
With that, the surrounding criminals attacked Ye Zichen at practically the same time.
Judging from the power they radiated, they were all sky supreme experts at the very least.
Ye Zichen didn't move. His gaze flickered back and forth, and he listened carefully to their footsteps.
"Disperse."
The illusory swords instantly dispersed, piercing through the attackers' bodies and hindering some of their movements. Ye Zichen hefted Xuan-Yuan Sword and charged forward.
Every strike of his sword struck their vitals. It didn't matter if they were men or women; he didn't hold back at all.
Ye Zichen couldn't forgive these evil people the moment they laid their hands on women and children.
"Cough!"
His sword pierced one of the attackers' chests, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.
Ye Zichen was like a god of slaughter. He danced around the criminals, his sword rising and falling. Every time one of them died a miserable death.
In less than an hour, less than a tenth of the attackers remained.
Blood soaked the ground, making the stench of blood even stronger. However, Ye Zichen's white robes weren't stained in the slightest.
His white robes were whiter than snow. Not a single drop!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
At that moment, the crisp sound of applause came from behind Ye Zichen.
Ye Zichen turned around and saw a bald man with tattoos all over his face. Behind him were dozens of people bound up.
Wei Jie was among those who had been tied up.
Ye Zichen's eyelids fluttered inexplicably, but he composed himself and looked calmly at the bald man.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Bandits? Haven't you heard of us?" The bald man grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth. He licked his lips. "Little brother, you're quite capable. You actually killed so many of my subordinates. This …. Shouldn't you compensate me?"
"Compensate? All of your subordinates deserve to die, including you! "Ye Zichen narrowed his eyes.
"Oh, oh, oh." The bald man feigned panic and hugged his shoulders, then kicked Wei Jie and the others to the ground. "Then how about we have a little competition? Let's see if you kill me faster or if I kill them faster."
Wei Jie didn't say anything to Ye Zichen. He knew very well that if he called Ye Zichen "Boss," Ye Zichen would be forced into a passive position.
It was as if he didn't recognize Ye Zichen at all. He knelt on the ground, glaring, and the others did the same.
In contrast, it was the villagers who were begging for mercy and shouting that they didn't want to die ….
Ye Zichen's heart was heavy. He knew every single one of these people alive!
Wei Jie, Yuan Huo, Yue Zhilan …. These were all former members of Upheaval's management.
Compete with the bald man in speed and blade techniques?
What if Wei Jie and the others killed him?
He couldn't afford to compete with them in blade techniques.
"Fine, you win. Tell me, what compensation do you want? So long as you don't kill these people, I can satisfy any of your demands," said Ye Zichen.
"Isn't that right? We bandits seek money. That sword in your hands looks pretty good. How about …. Give it to me?"
The bald man's eyes flashed with greed. Ye Zichen didn't know why, but he got the feeling that ….
He recognized the Xuan-Yuan Sword.
"That's impossible!" Ye Zichen shook his head.
"Then do you want them dead?"
The bald man accurately placed his blade against Wei Jie and the others' necks. Ye Zichen was even more certain that the bald man knew who he was.
"Tell me, who exactly are you?" Ye Zichen's gaze darkened, but the bald man's smile remained the same. "Don't worry about me. Just give me your sword."
However, just as the bald man thought victory was within his grasp, a golden figure descended from the heavens.
Suddenly, a golden figure descended from the sky, carrying a staff. Then, Ye Zichen heard a familiar roar.
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