It was night, and the moonlight shrouded the area.
While the Hu family was resting, Ye Chen left the resting place quietly in a flash. He hid in the night.
In Li Mountain City, in a huge building called the Origin Tower, a few figures were chatting under the bright lights.
Yuan Ling knelt heavily on the ground and looked up at a young man with his back facing him. He gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Brother, Hu Fei from the Hu family has gone too far. You must avenge me!"
"How can I avenge you?"
The young man slowly turned around, revealing a pair of sinister eyes. "The Jade Lake Grand Meeting is just around the corner. Many factions will gather in the Chi Province. Do you want my Martial Numinous Sect to become enemies with the Hu clan because of you?"
"Senior Brother, please help Senior Brother Yuan!"
Many young men and women standing at the side knelt down and begged, "That Hu Fei is too arrogant. Not only did he injure Senior Brother Yuan, he even said that our Martial Spirit Mansion is inferior to his Xuanzhou's Hu family."
"Did he really say that?"
The sinister-looking young man narrowed his eyes.
When Yuan Ling saw this, he added fuel to the fire, "Not only does this person look down on our Martial Spirit Mansion, he even said that he, Hu Fei, disdains the nine true disciples of our Martial Spirit Mansion, especially you, Senior Brother Bei!"
"That's right, Senior Brother Bei. After Senior Brother Yuan was injured, he called out your name. Hu Fei said that if you were present, he would have beaten you up as well …"
The others echoed.
They had no idea that Ye Chen, who was hiding in the dark, was watching the entire scene. He could not help but shake his head.
"B * stard!"
A cold gleam surged in the sinister-looking young man's eyes as he laughed out of extreme anger, "Hu Fei is looking down on me, Bei Chen. Forget it, I'll definitely visit him tomorrow and ask for advice!"
Just as he finished speaking, a cold voice drifted over from outside, "There's no need, because none of you will live to see tomorrow!"
Bei Chen and the rest were shocked when they heard that. Just as they were about to speak, they saw the tightly shut door being blown open by a gust of wind.
A strong wind blew, causing Yuan Ling and the rest to lose their balance, but they could not see anyone.
Bei Chen, who had the highest cultivation base among them, forcefully stabilized his body and shouted, "Who is it? Why are you acting so sneakily? Show yourself if you dare!!! "
In the darkness of the night, a thin and weak figure slowly walked in. With the help of the lights in the room, the person's face was immediately revealed.
Surprisingly, it was a young girl dressed in tattered clothes. The large birthmark on the young girl's face made her look somewhat sinister.
"It's you!"
Yuan Ling was first startled when he saw her face. After which, he laughed coldly, "Little slut, you actually dare to come!"
Obviously, he recognized her as the girl with the birthmark, Butchie, whom he had met during the day. He subconsciously wanted to pounce on her.
"Don't be rash!"
The malicious-looking young man hurriedly pulled him back, then he stared at Xiao Man and said in a deep voice, "May I know who you are? Why are you disturbing us so late at night? "
Even though Xiao Man looked to be no more than 17 or 18 years old and had a sallow and emaciated appearance as if she was extremely weak, for some unknown reason, he actually felt a dangerous energy from her body.
One must know that he, Bei Chen, was one of the nine true disciples of the Martial Spirit Mansion. His strength had long reached peak Martial King, and he was only one step away from the Martial Saint Realm.
Xiao Man slowly walked over and slowly raised her head. A cold light suddenly bloomed in the depths of her clear eyes.
"I originally wanted to ignore you bunch of ants, but you should never have blasphemed my Big Brother Wushuang!
"In this world, no one can blaspheme him. No, because Xiao Man won't allow it. Big Brother Wushuang can't kill you, so let Xiao Man do it …"
As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly raised her right hand, and an extreme aura of death dissipated from her hand.
In that instant, Bei Chen felt as if he was being watched by a peerless evil creature. All the hair on his body stood on end.
He had never felt like this before. Even when facing his master, the Martial Saint Grand Elder of the Wuling Sect, he had never felt like this.
"No …"
Bei Chen roared angrily. Everyone else, including Yuan Ling, felt as if their necks were being strangled by an invisible hand. They almost suffocated.
…
A moment later, the girl left without a sound. The room behind her was empty, and there was not a single speck of dust.
Not long after she left, Ye Chen's figure slowly appeared. He looked in the direction where she had disappeared, and his eyes were filled with excitement, "A little girl who cultivates the aura of death? Interesting … "
He had vaguely sensed during the day that the sloppy old man and Xiao Man's identities were not simple. Therefore, he kept the two of them behind in an attempt to test them.
Since the two of them were unwilling to reveal anything, he planned to look for Yuan Ling at night in an attempt to obtain information about Ye Wushuang from her.
He did not expect to witness this scene.
After saying that, he took a step forward and chased after her.
The little girl's movement technique was very strange. Even though she did not notice that she was being followed, she still walked very fast. Even a Martial Saint might not be able to catch up to her.
However, it was nothing to Ye Chen.
An hour later, Ye Chen arrived at the dilapidated temple in the south of the city. He witnessed the little girl step into the temple with his own eyes.
His eyes flashed, and he was about to follow her in. At that moment, a huge hand suddenly appeared in the air. The huge hand swept the wind and clouds as it slapped at Ye Chen.
"An Emperor's Throne powerhouse?!" Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and slapped the huge hand.
However, the explosion that he expected did not appear. The huge hand dispersed like a cotton cloud upon contact, and it did not cause any movement at all.
Ye Chen's eyes flashed. Subsequently, he teleported to the dilapidated temple before him.
The dilapidated temple was empty. There was only an oil lamp swaying in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any time.
"Is this the Golden Cicada Escaping Technique?"
Ye Chen's eyes flickered as he spread his Divine Consciousness out in an attempt to find Xiao Man's aura. However, the latter seemed to have vanished into thin air.
"Great technique, truly great technique …"
He could not help but shake his head and smile, "An Emperor's Throne powerhouse's attack made me lose sight of one thing and create an opportunity for that little girl to escape.
"But why did this person only make a feint?"
Ye Chen frowned. Subsequently, he seemed to have understood something, "It seems like the Emperor's Throne powerhouse behind this little girl has no intention of becoming enemies with me, nor does he have any intention of fighting me!"
Thinking to this point, he immediately walked out of the dilapidated temple. He looked at the void and said indifferently, "Sir, how is my brother Ye Wushuang now? Please tell me. You can hide from me for a while, but you can't hide from me forever!"
A few seconds later, an old voice came from all directions, "Wushuang is fine. There's no need to worry. He will appear when you need him the most!"
"Are you the master of the Sword Hut?" Ye Chen asked again.
The void returned to its silence. There was no sound at all. It seemed like that person was unwilling to answer, as if he had tacitly agreed.
(End of this chapter)
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