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With the powerful martial arts that had been meticulously refined, along with an endless reservoir of life energy transformed into internal strength, Ye Kai at this moment was absolutely beyond the reach of this group, even without employing his Mind Control Ability.
Once the Thousand Layer Force was unleashed, whether it was weapons or human bodies, everything shattered into pieces.
Just like the group hiding in the shadows, amidst their cries of despair, they were either dead or severely injured.
"Your leader is truly an idiot. It would have been better to shoot early; now look at you—before even releasing your arrows, you're already facing annihilation!" After lightly landing, Ye Kai flicked his fingers.
"Whoosh!"
A hidden assassin behind a tree felt a sudden chill enveloping him. Terrified, he attempted to evade, but found his body unresponsive. With a crisp sound, a blood hole appeared on his forehead.
Fast!!!
Incredibly fast!!!
Li Ling and Liu Zhongliang felt their hair stand on end. The speed of this attack, coupled with such astonishing judgment and skill, was terrifying! This seemingly fatal assassination had been effortlessly thwarted?!
"What’s wrong?"
With his hands behind his back, Ye Kai exuded an air of nonchalance. Without even glancing at the bamboo forest on either side, he called out to the lake's surface, "Will you come out on your own, or do we need to drag you out ourselves?"
"Die!!!"
With a thunderous explosion from the lake's surface, a brilliant flash of blade light descended.
"Utter nonsense!"
A cold smile played on Ye Kai's lips as he lightly shook his right arm and then suddenly extended his palm to strike at the blade light. With a loud bang, the blade light shattered before it even touched the ground.
The figure that had leaped high into the air was knocked back down to the river surface.
Ye Kai did not kill him. No matter what, this guy had considerable skills, at least stronger than that group of black-clad men. Besides, he was a bit curious about who was bold enough to act this way!
Although he had not concealed himself at all along the way, the reputation of the Martial Arts True Immortal was enough to make many forces think twice.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Eight blades of light rose in succession and fell instantly. The chilling killing intent and sharp energy made Li Ling and Liu Zhongliang feel their scalps tingle and goosebumps rise all over their bodies.
Ye Kai's dark hair flew behind him as a terrifying pulling force similar to a Demonic Aura Field suddenly tugged at several people. After a series of clashing sounds of metal, these eight blades of light unexpectedly intertwined in an instant, causing the energy to explode.
Almost simultaneously, eight metal beads the size of green beans shot out black light. In the blink of an eye, eight muffled groans echoed as those eight figures crashed down by the riverbank when the blade lights shattered.
This time, they did not get back up. Each one stared wide-eyed, as if witnessing something utterly unbelievable.
In just a minute's time, aside from the one lying on the riverbank with barely half a life left to breathe, dozens had lost their lives.
Ye Kai remained calm; even his gaze was still peaceful. His entire being was spotless as he stood there with his hands behind his back, watching the middle-aged man whose face was pale as ash.
With a clang, a blinding sword light appeared above the bamboo forest, making it impossible to look directly at it.
"Come out already. Do I need to invite you one by one?"
Ye Kai raised an eyebrow and extended a hand that shimmered with a jade-like glow. With a quick motion, he grasped the sword tip between his fingers and chuckled lightly, "For a young lady, it's better not to play with swords."
Just as he made his move, a long laugh erupted from above the bamboo forest. A figure soared into the air: "Ye Kai, don’t think that killing a few lackeys makes you impressive. This time we have gathered eight masters against you alone; you have nowhere to escape! Dao Master advises you to surrender willingly to avoid unnecessary suffering."
The figure bound in the Golden Robe and Feathered Crown let out a long laugh as he soared through the air, landing gracefully on the tip of a bamboo branch. From his elevated position, he looked down at Ye Kai with a cold smile that hinted at his certainty of victory.
At the same time, as the Daoist's voice echoed, seven more masters emerged from various directions within the bamboo forest. Each one displayed remarkable agility, effortlessly landing among the bamboo branches and encircling Ye Kai.
"The Dao Master has truly invested heavily for you, the Martial Arts True Immortal. Not only has he hired the Forty-Eight Assassins to set up the Web of Death, but he has also brought in several skilled fighters to assist. This time, there’s no way for you to escape."
The Daoist's gaze was icy as he regarded Ye Kai, as if looking at a corpse.
He had every reason to be confident.
The forty-eight assassins he had summoned might not have harmed Ye Kai yet, but they had certainly drained him of considerable energy. Now, with eight masters at his side, what could the Martial Arts True Immortal do?
Moreover, the most formidable assassins had yet to make their move. He was confident that he could capture Ye Kai alive!
These individuals rarely showed themselves; they had only gathered upon hearing that a Martial Arts True Immortal had descended into the world. They were prepared to kill for blood or to obtain secret martial arts techniques.
Otherwise, they would never have appeared in the martial world, for they were all figures who preferred to remain in the shadows.
Ye Kai flicked his fingers, producing a crisp sound that sent the girl beside him—who had attempted to pull back her sword—stumbling back several steps before she fell onto the ground, her face flushed with embarrassment and her eyes blazing with anger.
"A Blood Robe Monk reeking of blood, a Golden Robed Taoist exuding sinister energy, The Dazzling Nun in Pink Silk Robes, an Old Farmer clad in tattered robes wielding a hoe, a flamboyant Black and White Fan Scholar, an Iron-Helmeted Burly Man with a tiger-skin belt, an Assassin in Black... and even a general clad in chainmail..."
After surveying this group of individuals, Ye Kai couldn't help but marvel at how much the world had changed. It was certainly not limited to just those he knew, like Li Gong Lingxu and other masters.
Any one of these eight figures before him would be a formidable opponent. Even Bloodhand Li Gong from the Yin Kui Sect—the leader of the Demonic Path in Central Plains—might not stand a chance against any of them in a one-on-one fight.
As someone capable of overpowering Bloodhand Li Gong, Ye Kai felt an unexpected pressure at this moment.
The aura emanating from these individuals was undoubtedly among the strongest he had ever encountered.
Watching the calm expressions and slightly playful glances of the few people around him, Ye Kai couldn't help but smile, laughing out loud, "My, are you all so confident that victory is already in your grasp?"
"This Sect really doesn't know whether to admire your ignorance or to pity you like a frog at the bottom of a well!"
"Since you're so eager to seek death, how could the Dao Master not fulfill your wish?" the Golden Robed Taoist said with a sinister tone.
"Let's all strike together and capture him; we each take what we need!"
"Hahaha, yes! This feeling of blood boiling is something I haven't experienced in twenty years—let's cut him down!!!"
"Hee hee hee, how about I dance a number for you, my dear?"
"Why waste so many words? Kill!!!"
In an instant, the Blood Robe Monk, Old Farmer, Iron-Fisted Man, and six other experts leaped forward. Perhaps they had long understood Ye Kai's strength; as soon as they attacked, they unleashed their full power, each bringing forth their most formidable techniques.
The air was filled with fierce winds.
Palm strikes, punches, blades flashing like mercury poured down upon Ye Kai. The combined assault of the eight masters struck like thunder.
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