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"You... you are that... Ye Tian?!" The Black-Clad Man looked terrified; he had heard of Ye Tian's reputation.
The force from the previous strike had dissipated, and the figure of the young man once again became blurred in the thick fog.
"Big Brother, what should we do?" The Black-Clad Second nervously scanned the surroundings, asking with a hint of trepidation.
The Black-Clad Man was the leader among the three, and despite facing a formidable opponent, he managed to maintain a degree of composure.
He exchanged glances with the others, signaling them to spread out, then rolled up his sleeves and slowly approached with a fierce expression.
"Who are you? Why are you trying to harm members of the Cold Family?" A cold voice came from Ye Tian's indistinct figure.
"We are..." At this point, the Black-Clad Man shouted angrily and suddenly accelerated, throwing a punch at Ye Tian.
Seeing their leader take action, the two subordinates immediately joined in. In an instant, poisoned needles and flying daggers rained down, all aimed directly at Ye Tian's vital points.
A glint of cold light flashed in Ye Tian's eyes as he unleashed his energy. His figure moved like a graceful Spirit Swallow, deftly dodging the Black-Clad Man's attack. He then activated the Vortex Profound Skill in his palm, causing the projectiles to be drawn toward him as if under a spell, landing obediently in his hand.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang...
The hidden weapons were thrown to the ground with a series of clattering sounds.
The three black-clad men were momentarily dumbfounded. Having worked together for years, although their individual strength was not high, their teamwork had allowed them to defeat many strong opponents. Yet this young man had effortlessly neutralized their combined assault...
"I'll ask you one more time: why are you trying to harm members of the Cold Family?" Ye Tian's tone remained icy, but there was now a hint of murderous intent compared to before.
The black-clad men exchanged glances, fear evident in their eyes. The Black-Clad Second even moved his lips as if wanting to confess.
"Second!" The Black-Clad Man scolded him; if news got out that they betrayed their employer, it would spell doom for their future business.
"I'm giving you one last chance: will you speak or not?" Ye Tian slowly advanced, a faint blue glow flickering in his palm.
"Shut your mouth!" The Black-Clad Man was still unwilling to give up, cursing loudly as he charged forward again, his fists swinging with a surge of energy, clearly employing martial arts.
"Looking for death!"
Faced with such stubbornness from the Black-Clad Man, Ye Tian's eyes flashed with cold light. His footsteps did not stop; he calmly raised his arm and met the incoming attack.
Bang!
The two palms clashed, producing a muffled thud.
Ye Tian remained unmoved, continuing to advance. In contrast, the Black-Clad Man spat out a mist of blood and fell heavily to the ground.
"Big Brother!" The Black-Clad Third was shocked and hurried to his leader's side, taking a defensive stance to prevent Ye Tian from delivering a fatal blow.
However, Ye Tian ignored him and focused on the trembling Black-Clad Second.
"What... what do you want..." Black-Clad Second stammered, continuously retreating.
"Who sent you?" Ye Tian's gaze was filled with icy killing intent as he pressed forward.
Bang...
Black-Clad Second felt a sharp pain in his back; he had already backed against the wall with no way to escape.
"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" The chilling intent in Ye Tian's eyes had surpassed Black-Clad Second's ability to endure.
"You can't say it! Old Two!" The Black-Clad Man shouted hoarsely, then began to cough violently, clearly heavily injured.
"Big Brother, if you don't speak up, we're all done for..." Black-Clad Second glanced at his coughing brother with a twisted expression. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Big Brother, don't blame me for breaking the rules!"
"Speak!" Ye Tian shouted sternly; he had no patience for their so-called assassin rules.
"We are..." The Black-Clad Second trembled at Ye Tian's shout, instinctively opening his mouth.
Seeing this, a trace of fierce determination flashed in the Black-Clad Man's eyes. Although he deeply regretted taking on this job, once he accepted it, he had to keep the secret for his employer.
Whoosh!
A sound of breaking air echoed as a cold wind rushed toward Ye Tian's back.
"Ye Tian, be careful!" The Black-Clad Man's ambush was noticed by Leng Ping, who immediately warned him.
The hidden weapon was fast, but Ye Tian's reaction was even faster. It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head; he turned and struck out with his palm, hitting the hidden weapon. The weapon suddenly changed direction and shot toward the wall, its speed increasing dramatically.
At that moment, the Black-Clad Man let out a roar, and his previously somewhat defeated body suddenly stood upright. With the roar, his already exceptionally strong physique seemed to swell even further, bursting through his clothes to reveal explosive muscles and prominent veins.
"Roar!"
The Black-Clad Man emitted a sound similar to a bear's howl, then brought his massive palm crashing down toward Ye Tian.
Seeing this scene, Ye Tian's expression grew serious. This transformation was clearly not a legitimate martial art...
Boom!
As the palm came down, Ye Tian nimbly dodged aside, while the immense force that missed created a large crater in the ground, sending debris flying.
"Could it be..." A few lines from the Spiritual Treasure Compendium suddenly surged into Ye Tian's mind...
"Typically, a newcomer to the Blood Sect must frequently change the blood within their body to grow stronger. In the early stages, due to their limited abilities, they target women and children with poor-quality blood who are defenseless. Once the quality of the exchanged blood meets their requirements, they can practice corresponding Evil Scriptures to enhance their strength and then collect higher-quality blood. Their hunting targets will change as their power increases; when women's and children's blood can no longer satisfy their needs, they will shift their targets to men, beasts, or even demon beasts!"
"The Blood Exchange and Marrow Transformation Classic! You are from the Blood Sect?!" Ye Tian exclaimed in shock, not expecting to encounter someone from the rumored Blood Sect that lurked in secrecy.
At this moment, the Black-Clad Man seemed completely unable to understand human language; he panted heavily while exhaling white mist. His blood-red eyes glinted with a ferocious light that only demon beasts could possess.
However, compared to Ye Tian's surprise, Black-Clad Second and Third Brother were even more shocked. In a small place like Spirit Martial Town, a young boy was actually able to recognize the Blood Exchange and Marrow Transformation Classic and thus uncover their identities...
"This person must not be left alive!" Black-Clad Third realized the seriousness of the situation.
The Blood Sect was like a venomous snake or a ferocious beast in the world, something everyone wanted to eradicate. With their leader's identity exposed, if this kid were to walk out alive, the threat he posed to them would be immeasurable.
"Roar!"
The Black-Clad Man howled again, his massive body lunging toward Ye Tian once more.
"It seems that the blood within him is likely from a low-level beast; otherwise, how could he exhibit such a beastly form?" Ye Tian thought to himself, yet his figure remained as agile as a swallow, dodging that heavy strike.
"Hiss!"
Another sound like a venomous snake striking echoed near his ear, and a gust of cold wind suddenly rushed toward Ye Tian's throat.
Smack!
Ye Tian had no time to think further; he turned and struck out with his palm, narrowly blocking Black-Clad Third's sneak attack at the critical moment.
It turned out that just now, Black-Clad Third had taken advantage of Ye Tian's momentary distraction to unleash the Blood Exchange and Marrow Transformation Classic. Now he resembled a sinister venomous snake, moving silently and mysteriously.
"Leng Ping, you go first! Return to find Uncle Leng!" Faced with two or even three members of the Blood Sect, Ye Tian felt worried. While he was confident in his ability to protect himself, he couldn't say the same for Leng Ping's safety.
"Oh... oh!"
Leng Ping was stunned by this strange scene and took a moment to recover after hearing Ye Tian's voice.
"Roar!"
Seeing Leng Ping trying to call for help, the Black-Clad Man lunged forward like a giant bear, claws bared as he swiped at Leng Ping.
At this moment, Leng Ping's mind was in a state of chaos, only thinking about quickly returning to the Cold Family to report. He had no reaction to the giant hand that was about to descend upon him.
Looking at the stance, the force of this hand was likely as heavy as ten thousand pounds. If it landed, Leng Ping would instantly be turned into a meat patty!
“Leng Ping, be careful!”
In this critical moment, Ye Tian's foot suddenly gathered energy, instantly conjuring a Spirit Swallow. With a sound like breaking air, he appeared right in front of Leng Ping. Blue lightning surged in his palm, blocking this strike for Leng Ping at the brink of life and death.
The enormous hand collided violently with Ye Tian, sparks flying and thunder bursting repeatedly. Then came a muffled sound; with a bang, the entire palm of the Black-Clad Man was blown apart by the immense power of the Bagua Thunder Palm, turning into a bloody mess.
“Roar!”
The Black-Clad Man let out another fierce howl. It seemed that having his palm destroyed did not intimidate him; instead, it only enraged him further. Without any sign of retreat, his other hand, carrying the force of a tsunami, came crashing down towards Ye Tian's head again.
Faced with such a ruthless monster, Ye Tian felt a chill run down his spine. He decided not to fight head-on anymore; ensuring Leng Ping's safety was the priority.
With this thought in mind, he grabbed Leng Ping with one hand and then pushed off with his toes, leaping into the air. Each time he felt exhausted while airborne, he would transform into a Spirit Swallow beneath his feet. With each transformation, it seemed to generate an instant thrust, propelling Ye Tian forward at high speed once more.
“Hiss!”
The sound of a snake flicking its tongue reached his ears. Ye Tian turned back to see the Black-Clad Third closely following him. Although lacking the elegance of Yuqi Tayan Jue, his leaps and bounds were astonishingly swift.
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