On our wedding day, I castrated my fiancée's white moonlight.

"A Martial Saint... he's actually a Martial Saint-level assassin!"

Ji Zhonghuang's pupils contracted.

He entered the Martial Saint realm fifty years ago! Although he was known as the youngest Martial Saint under 100 years old, he made no further progress since breaking through to the first level of Martial Saint fifty years ago.

Now that a martial saint assassin has appeared before him, how could Ji Zhonghuang not be alarmed?

Ji Muyang's legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word.

Xuan Yuan Yifei gripped the windowsill: "How could the Killer King of the Heavenly Killing Organization be here! He's a Martial Saint..."

Xuanyuan Jianjia stood outside the world's number one auction house, completely frozen in place by that murderous intent!

Her beautiful eyes widened, and her brain almost forgot to think.

……

In the cloth workshop.

Tantai Shengni clasped her hands together, her fingertips trembling slightly!

Tantai Feixuan's usually icy face turned deathly pale: "Aunt... Ye Fan, he..."

"Amitabha."

Tantai Shengni only uttered four words.

……

Inside the Jiang family's private room.

Jiang Dapan's old face was solemn. He was almost a hundred years old and this was the first time he had felt this kind of pressure!

Martial Saint! Even the weakest first-tier Martial Saint is someone no one present can contend with!

"This...this is..."

Jiang Yuanshan shuddered and instinctively took two steps back, only stopping when his back hit the wall.

Su Wan had just woken up when she heard that a Martial Saint Realm Killer King had arrived, and she fainted again.

"mother!"

Jiang Fuyao cried out and rushed over, her hands trembling: "Ye Fan... what about Ye Fan?!"

……

The rooftop of a casino next door.

Wu Yingxiong jumped up excitedly, a ferocious smile spreading across his face: "Killer King! Hahahaha! It's the Killer King of the Heavenly Killing Organization, a Martial Saint level!"

Song Jianfeng laughed loudly: "Ye Fan, Ye Fan! You've finally met your match! If the Blood Crimson Merchant Guild couldn't kill you, surely Killing King will?"

Wang Mei clenched her fists tightly together: "Father, you can rest in peace now! Ye Fan will die tonight!"

Wei Ziqing and Wan Chongshan exchanged a glance.

The two of them burst into laughter almost simultaneously!

"Nine-time champion? Hahaha! Ye Fan won't even survive tonight, yet he wants to challenge the Crimson Merchant Guild?"

"Even the heavens will not let you get away with this!"

Wan Chongshan laughed until tears streamed down his face.

……

Over at the Star and Moon Holy Land.

Elder Chen, sensing the arrival of the Martial Saint Killing King, forced his inner force into a single whisper: "Wang Teng! Run!"

"Elder Chen?"

Wang Teng, atop the pagoda, hadn't yet reacted.

"Idiot! Let's go!"

Elder Chen hissed in a low voice, "The Heavenly Slaughter has been fighting the Holy Land for three thousand years! What wouldn't they dare to do? What if this Slaughter King happens to kill a few Holy Land elders? Do you expect the Holy Lord to avenge us?"

Wang Teng shuddered.

Not daring to linger for even a second, he leaped off the pagoda and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

The people of the Taiyin Holy Land also quietly retreated into the shadows.

Within a few short breaths, the entire street fell silent!

Millions of eyes were fixed on the person wearing the blood-red mask!

Ye Fan looked up and saw a man wearing a blood-red mask walking down from mid-air as if on flat ground.

"Hiss! This aura... is it... a Martial Saint?"

Ye Fan took a deep breath.

A quick reminder: "Master, it's your turn to log in."

Within the chaotic space, there was absolute silence.

"Master?"

Ye Fan called out again.

Ye Shitian's voice drifted over, tinged with amusement: "Disciple, what did I tell you in the first lesson?"

Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Anyone could betray you!

Ye Shitian spoke slowly and deliberately, as if savoring the meaning of his words.

"This is lesson two!"

"Never trust anyone's promises, under any circumstances!"

Even if it's your master!

Ye Fan asked in surprise, "Master, are you serious?"

"When have I ever joked?" Ye Shitian retorted.

You can't teach someone by just talking to them! But you can learn something in one go!

The King of Assassins stood in mid-air, no more than twenty steps away from Ye Fan.

Those blood-red eyes sized Ye Fan up and down, a hint of curiosity in his hoarse voice: "You're Ye Fan? You killed seventeen Martial Venerables of the Heavenly Slaughter Sect all by yourself. You don't seem to have anything special about you."

"Unfortunately, it's time for everything to end tonight!"

The words were spoken.

With a flash, a hand aimed straight at Ye Fan's crown!

The might of the Martial Saint sealed off all of Ye Fan's escape routes!

Just as Ye Fan was about to use the "Dragon Blood Overlord Body Technique" to take out the Yanhuang Sword and deliver a fatal blow in a surprise attack!

Ye Shitian's voice rang out: "Take half a step to the left, step out with your right foot, and kick that charred beam three feet in front of you."

Ye Fan was overjoyed.

He kicked the crossbeam, and using the recoil, his body slid backward at an incredible angle.

The King of Assassins' attack grazed Ye Fan's nose and missed, crashing into the ground and creating a crater several meters deep!

"Um?"

The King of Assassins let out a surprised sound.

I clearly locked onto Ye Fan's aura, how could the other party possibly dodge it?

"That's interesting."

The King of Assassins sneered and charged forward once more!

"Take three steps back, bend over, and roll to the right!"

Raise your left hand to block the flying rocks!

"Leap up and step on that broken pillar on the left!"

The King of Assassins was like a ghost, his attacks relentless, each strike capable of instantly killing Ye Fan!

But Ye Fan always manages to dodge in the most dangerous moments with the most extreme postures, remaining completely unharmed!

A full half hour!

The King of Assassins pounced wildly, but couldn't even touch the hem of Ye Fan's clothes!

The King of Assassins was deeply shocked, his heart already filled with turbulent waves!

"This is impossible! This kid seems to be able to foresee the future, perfectly predicting the landing point and trajectory of every one of my attacks!"

outside world.

"What's going on? It's been half an hour, and there's still the sound of fighting?"

"Could this assassin not be a Martial Saint? Otherwise, how could he not kill Ye Fan in half an hour?" Many people wondered.

Some daring martial arts practitioners climbed the walls of the number one manor in the world to check what was going on inside.

When they saw Ye Fan dodge quickly, the King of Martial Saint Assassins launched a frenzied attack, his Saint-level pressure constantly exploding!

Everyone was stunned into silence!

"What's going on? Report back immediately!" Wang Lie roared, gripping a teleportation talisman.

On the courtyard wall, an elderly man from the Wang family swallowed hard.

"My God! What did I just see?"

"My lord! The Martial Saint who killed the King... is actually fighting Ye Fan to a standstill!"

"No! It wasn't a back-and-forth chase! It was the Killing King chasing, and Ye Fan dodging! But... but how did he manage to dodge everything?!"

Everyone is giving reports.

"What?"

Those who heard the news were all stunned.

After more than two hundred rounds, Ye Fan cried out, "Master, I can't hold on any longer!"

After fighting a King-Slaying Martial Saint for half an hour straight, even though he was just trying to escape, he was almost completely exhausted, his body soaked in sweat.

Within the chaotic space.

Ye Shitian said leisurely, "A Martial Saint as your sparring partner, and in a life-or-death battle at that! Disciple! Such a good opportunity doesn't come often!"

Ye Fan said, "Master, would you like to take this great opportunity?"

Ye Shitian chuckled: "I don't hold grudges, why are you panicking? Didn't you just mock me for being a virgin six days, five nights, seven hours, a quarter of a minute, and three minutes ago?"

"Don't worry, I don't remember at all, I've long forgotten!"