Reborn back to the day I descended the mountain, Miss Ji, I will take responsibility for you!

"Insanity!"

Ye Zun snorted coldly, and a terrifying aura erupted from him, revealing him to be a peak Grand Martial Master.

Zi Lan, also wielding two swords, coldly stared at Ye Chen.

However, despite the suppression of the Grand Martial Master's aura, Ye Chen remained calm and composed, sitting there as usual.

Upon seeing this, Ye Zun's pupils contracted slightly, unsure of where Ye Chen's confidence came from.

However, thinking of his own arrangements, Night Lord sneered, "You are the first person to dare to speak so arrogantly on my Night Fiend's territory."

"Young man, don't be so arrogant in your next life." With that, Ye Zun activated the mechanism beside him.

Suddenly, more than a dozen eerie holes appeared on the four walls.

Poison needles continuously shot out from the cave entrance, flashing with a cold light as they shot towards Ye Chen.

Zilan had already received Ye Zun's warning look and had pushed back a distance in advance.

However, there was still a hint of regret in her eyes; such a handsome man, she hadn't even had a chance to taste him before she was about to die.

However, the next moment, Zi Lan's eyes widened as she saw Ye Chen waving his hands like a thousand-armed Guanyin.

Since that was the case, they took all those poisoned needles—hundreds of them.

Moreover, the mechanism that launches the poison needles is specially designed, and the speed of the poison needles is even faster than that of bullets.

How could a person do that over such a short distance?

Night Lord also showed a look of astonishment, he knew he could never do what Ye Chen did.

Ye Chen calmly took the poisoned needles in his hand.

He sniffed the air and said calmly, "Another seven-step snake, nothing new at all."

Ye Chen then looked at Ye Zun and said, "I don't have much patience. I'll give you ten seconds to tell me your answer."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zun's eyes flashed with a cold light as he said, "I will not tell you. Don't think that just because you have some strength you can cause trouble here."

"Don't forget, this is Night Fury's territory. You are going to die today."

As he spoke, Ye Zun pressed another mechanism, but this time no poison needles were fired.

Instead, a yellow alarm sounded in the mission hall, and all the assassins rushed towards the room where Night Lord was.

The door was already open, and more than thirty assassins filed in.

Some people's weapons were directly aimed at Ye Chen and Zi Lan.

Night Lord said calmly, "Whoever kills him will receive ten million." As he spoke, Night Lord pointed at Ye Chen.

The reason for letting these assassins in was that Night Lord was unsure of Ye Chen's strength and wanted to test him first.

He could then wait for an opportunity to strike. Ye Chen looked at the surging assassins, his expression remaining calm.

She said softly, "It's a pity, this isn't the answer I wanted."

Although the assassins didn't know what had happened, their eyes lit up when they heard "ten million."

The burly man who had previously harassed Ye Chen while wearing a gorilla mask made his move immediately.

Its weapon was two kitchen knives, which it aimed directly at Ye Chen's neck.

Just as the strike was about to hit, a cold glint flashed and pierced directly into the brow of the gorilla-masked man.

His body stiffened, and then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

There was a tiny hole, no bigger than a sesame seed, between his eyebrows. Upon seeing this, Ye Zun's expression turned serious.

Others may not have seen it clearly, but he saw it perfectly.

Ye Chen just flicked out a poison needle with two fingers.

The slender poison needles unleashed a force even greater than that of a machine gun.

It pierced directly through the forehead of the gorilla-masked man, penetrating his brain, and then emerged from the back of his head.

Finally, it landed on the wall to one side, the entire poisoned needle embedded in the wall.

The walls here are specially made; ordinary bullets can't penetrate them in a short time.

One can imagine how terrifying the power contained in this strike was. Could this kid be a Martial King?

How could that be? How old is he? Or is he practicing a unique hidden weapon technique?

Compared to Ye Chen being a Martial King, this was something Ye Zun found more acceptable.

After all, Ye Chen hadn't moved from his position from the very beginning, whether it was catching the poisoned needle or the technique he had just used.

These are all techniques from the hidden weapon school. Could they be from the Tang Clan of Sichuan?

This scene brought the hot-blooded assassins around them to their senses.

No matter how much money you have, you need to be alive to spend it to truly own it. If you're not alive to enjoy it, all that money just benefits others.

Ye Chen flipped his hands over, and the poison needles flowed in his hands as if they were alive, making people's scalps tingle.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Tell me the answer, or die?"

As he spoke, Ye Chen's gaze locked onto Ye Zun, whose face beneath the mask was extremely ugly.

"Fifty million! Whoever kills him, I'll give him fifty million!"

Upon hearing this, the assassins, who had calmed down, suddenly had a red glint in their eyes.

After exchanging glances, the group of more than thirty people attacked almost simultaneously.

Crossbows, hidden weapons, and firearms—all ranged attacks—were aimed directly at Ye Chen.

Facing the attacks from the crowd, Ye Chen smiled coldly, and the poison needles in his hand scattered like flowers from a fairy's shower.

It transformed into a sky full of silver light and shot out, knocking down all the arrows, hidden weapons, and bullets.

Some silver needles were also shot at the group of assassins, but the assassins were prepared for Ye Chen's move.

In the first instance, they either found a human shield or took out defensive equipment.

Even so, nearly ten assassins still fell.

This made the atmosphere in the room tense again, right at this moment.

A killer wearing a tiger mask said, "He's out of poison needles, kill him!"

Only then did everyone realize that Ye Chen had run out of silver needles.

Immediately, the remaining twenty assassins launched an attack on Ye Chen.

The fastest was an assassin wearing a swordsman mask.

His weapon was also a sword, its blade flashing coldly in mid-air as it slashed horizontally towards Ye Chen.

A cold smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips as a glint of cold light appeared in his hand, and he slashed down vertically to meet the sword light.

Swords flashed, and with a "clang," the masked assassin's sword was severed in two.

Immediately afterwards, a straight line of blood appeared in the middle of the swordsman's mask.

The assassin wearing the swordsman mask had eyes full of astonishment and terror.

With a "snap," the mask was neatly severed in the middle, along with its head.

Seeing this, the surrounding assassins were terrified, but they were now on the verge of firing their arrows.

More than a dozen attacks came one after another, but Ye Chen remained calm.

He was like a willow leaf falling in the wind, unaffected by any ferocity of the attack.

Ye Chen always managed to dodge easily, and the cold light in his hand was like the scythe of death.

No matter what weapon it was, it was as if it were made of paper in front of that cold light, and was easily cut and shredded.

A massacre, a one-sided massacre. Those elite assassins couldn't even last a single round against Ye Chen.

Ye Zun looked at Ye Chen, who was like a tiger among sheep, and his eyes grew increasingly terrified.

"A Martial King, definitely a Martial King! How could such a young Martial King come to a small place like Martial City!"

At this moment, Ye Zun was terrified. While Ye Chen was still being held back by the assassin, he seized the opportunity.

If they didn't leave now, when would they? However, Ye Chen noticed Ye Zun's movement.

Ye Chen immediately quickened his movements, before Ye Zun could reach the door.

All the assassins, except for Zilan, fell to the ground.

As soon as Ye Zun stepped into the dark passage with his left foot, he felt a cold chill on his neck.

"Lord Night Lord, where are you going?"

Ye Chen's voice was flippant, but to Ye Zun, it sounded like the whisper of death.

"I said, I said!"

Under the shadow of death, Night Lord finally abandoned his principles.

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll tell you what you want to know."

At this moment, Ye Zun had given up the idea of ​​resisting. In front of a Martial King, his strength was simply not enough.

Night Lord raised his hands, signaling his surrender. Upon seeing this, Ye Chen calmly said, "If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?"

"Speak up. If you tell me, I won't kill you. I'll even give you some money so you can live comfortably in your old age."

"Don't worry, I keep my word, and she's the best proof of that."

As he spoke, Ye Chen pointed to Zi Lan, who was still trembling there.

When the group of assassins made their move, Zilan didn't know why.

In any case, she never attacked Ye Chen, and Ye Chen never attacked her either.

When Ye Zun saw Zi Lan, a cryptic glint flashed in his eyes.

"The person who wants to take action against the Ji family is Guo..."

However, before Ye Zun could finish speaking, black blood flowed from its mouth.