My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

The ladies in the front row were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they screamed shrilly as they frantically pushed their way to the exit, knocking tables and chairs over.

Su Qingyuan turned pale with fright; she had never seen such a real, bloody battle in her entire life.

Seeing the three knives heading straight for Ye Xunhuan's heart, she didn't think twice and turned to the side to block them.

"Wife, these are just some worthless trash, you don't need to lift a finger."

In front of Ye Xunhuan, all of these things seemed trivial.

With a gentle scoop, he pulled the person firmly behind him.

He seemed nonchalant and carefree, but his not-so-broad back stood there like an impregnable wall, keeping all dangers out.

The three assassins at the forefront were clearly veterans, with steady steps and swift sword strikes. Their three short swords blocked all escape routes with their upper, middle, and lower blades, and every move was aimed at vital points, clearly intending to kill.

"Be careful!"

Su Qingyuan closed her eyes in fright, her voice trembling with tears.

Instead of the expected scream, a crisp "click" was heard.

Ye Xunhuan crushed the candy in his mouth, pushed it to his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and held the thin plastic candy stick between two fingers of his right hand, his wrist turning lightly.

He stood almost motionless, only shifting his foot slightly, and the candy stick at his fingertips seemed to have eyes, striking the three assassins' wrists with precise "thud, thud, thud" three times.

"ah--!"

Three screams rang out in unison, and three short knives clattered as they smashed onto the marble floor.

The three burly men squatted on the ground, clutching their wrists. Cold sweat poured down their foreheads from the pain, and their arms were as limp as noodles, unable to lift them at all.

"this one?"

Ye Xunhuan put away the lollipop stick, casually kicked it three times, and the three burly men, each weighing 170 or 180 pounds, flew backward like broken sacks, crashing into the two rows of chairs in the back. They lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.

He even waved the candy stick in his hand, complaining with a look of disgust:

"I have to say, your employers are incredibly stingy! They only hire people like you?"

"Even the kids herding sheep in the mountains are more stable than you. Why are you making a fool of yourself here? Wouldn't it be better to go home and farm?"

Seeing this, the remaining dozen or so assassins exchanged glances. Instead of retreating, they changed their stance and formed a semi-circle around the group.

The flashing blades formed an impenetrable net, forcing even Shen Wenbai to retreat repeatedly, hiding awkwardly behind a pillar, unable to even utter a sound to call for security.

"Mr. Ye! They are professional assassins! Take Miss Su and get out of here!" Shen Wenbo shouted at the top of his lungs.

Ye Xunhuan acted as if he hadn't heard, and even turned around to talk to Su Qingyuan:

"Look, Yuanyuan, they're lined up quite neatly!"

"It's just like the formation of the aunties who do square dancing downstairs in our neighborhood, except their moves are so ugly."

Su Qingyuan was almost in tears, reaching out to tug at his sleeve: "What time is it and you're still joking! Run!"

"Run?" Ye Xunhuan grinned, revealing a sharp canine tooth.

"Running is so boring."

He pulled Su Qingyuan behind him again, and even tickled her palm with his fingertips.

"Stand here and don't run around. If anyone comes near, just call out to them, and I'll be right back."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he darted away.

So fast that it was just a blur, Su Qingyuan only felt a blur before her eyes, and then she heard a series of crackling sounds in the arena, mixed with screams of agony.

Ye Xunhuan was clutching that five-cent plastic candy stick in his hand, but it was more effective than any magical weapon.

Every strike he makes is precise, hitting joints and acupoints. It looks like he's not using much force, but one hit can cripple a part of the body.

This guy was playing so leisurely, counting heads as he went, muttering to himself all the while:

"Oh, sorry, you've dislocated your arm."

"Hehe, another one, my leg is broken."

"Hey, hey, where are you going to smear it? Qingyuan picked this shirt out for me. If you get it dirty, can you afford to pay for it?!"

One of the assassins, realizing he couldn't defeat her head-on, secretly circled around to the side of a pillar, raised his knife, and lunged at Su Qingyuan, intending to take her hostage.

Su Qingyuan screamed in fright and instinctively backed away.

Ye Xunhuan caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, and the smile on his face instantly turned a fraction cold.

He pushed off the ground with his feet and leaped sideways, arriving faster than anyone else. When the knife was still half a foot away from Su Qingyuan, he grabbed the assassin's wrist.

Oh no, a death roll!!

"You dare touch my woman?"

His tone was light and airy, but the sound of bones cracking was frighteningly crisp.

The assassin's wrist was deformed by his forceful grip, and his arm was twisted into a pretzel by his death roll.

The dagger clattered to the ground.

Ye Xunhuan kicked him in the chest, sending the man flying seven or eight meters before he crashed into the wall, his fate unknown.

After protecting the person, Ye Xunhuan clapped his hands and winked at Su Qingyuan.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, you won't get hurt."

In just two minutes, more than a dozen assassins lay sprawled on the ground, each with a broken hand or foot, writhing and howling in pain.

Only the middle-aged man who was leading the group remained standing.

The leader's eyes were so sinister they could drip water.

He knew he'd run into a tough opponent.

Without wasting words, the assassin leader pulled out two curved knives from his waist, his footwork unpredictable and elusive, and lunged straight at Ye Xunhuan's face.

This attack was swift and ruthless; the wind from the blade stung the face, making it far superior to the attacks of the previous attackers.

Ye Xunhuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

In the instant he dodged the blade, he grabbed the other man's wrist with his left hand and, with his right hand gripping the candy stick, slammed it hard into the other man's elbow.

Another crisp cracking sound of bone breaking rang out, and the leader let out a muffled groan as his scimitar slipped from his hand.

Ye Xunhuan lightly grabbed the mask on his face and ripped it off.

A face covered in scars was revealed, and on the neck, a black spider lily was tattooed—

The petals curled eerily, as if sucking blood, exuding an indescribable sinister aura.

The smile on Ye Xunhuan's face vanished instantly.

He stared at the red spider lily, his dark eyes as deep and icy as a frozen pool.

The nonchalant air about him vanished, replaced by a chilling aura that made it hard to breathe.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

"The people of the secluded pavilion."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

His voice was low, and his emotions were unreadable.

But those who know him well know that this is a sign that he is about to become truly angry.

Upon hearing the words "Youge," the leader's expression changed drastically, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes. He then gritted his teeth and uttered a harsh threat.

"Since you recognize the Youge Pavilion, you should know the consequences of offending us! Hand over the Polar Ice Lotus, then cripple your own hands, and I'll give you a quick death!"

"Give me a quick death?"

Ye Xunhuan smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

With a sudden twist of his hand, the leader's entire arm was twisted at a bizarre angle, bone fragments piercing the skin and drawing blood, and a piercing scream echoed throughout the banquet hall.

"Ten years ago, on the southern border, you intercepted and killed a medical team escorting vaccines. Have you forgotten that?"

Ye Xunhuan's voice was slow and leisurely, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

"Back then, you guys ran faster than rabbits. I chased you for three days and three nights but couldn't catch you. I never expected you to deliver yourselves to my door today."

Back then, he was practicing medicine with his master on the border when he happened to stumble upon the people of Youge committing murder and robbery.

He rescued the rest of the people, but two young girls still couldn't be saved.

His master told him that Youge had been searching for a secret treasure related to his background, and that he should be careful when he encountered it in the future so that no one would take advantage of him.

He originally came down the mountain to freeload off his senior sisters and cancel his engagement, not intending to run into these old enemies.

Unexpectedly, we ran into each other in such a small place as Jiangcheng.

And the target is still the Ice Lotus?

No, while the Ice Lotus is precious, it's not worth the Netherworld Pavilion sending out so many assassins.

Was it aimed at him?

Could Lu Mingchen, that good-for-nothing, and his father, that nouveau riche who only knows how to speculate, possibly invite Youge?

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, his mind racing with thoughts.

In a private room on the second floor, Lu Mingchen was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, his face pale.

When he first saw the assassin rush in, he was startled, but then he realized what was happening—

Is this the person his father secretly contacted because he was afraid his son would suffer losses?

He was secretly pleased at the time, thinking that Ye Xunhuan was doomed this time.

Anyone who dares to take something from him will die in vain.

But as he watched, he broke out in a cold sweat.

A dozen professional assassins were taken down in just two minutes?

Just what kind of monster is Ye Xunhuan?

Lu Mingchen's legs went weak when he saw that the leader's arm had been crippled, and he had to hold onto the table to keep from falling.

But the next second, he caught a glimpse of a sniper rifle's reflection flashing in the shadows of the tall building across the street. He breathed a sigh of relief and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

It's alright, we still have a backup plan!

No matter how skilled Ye Xunhuan is, can he dodge bullets?

He is doomed to die today!

In the arena, Ye Xunhuan used his toe to pick up a short knife, and pressed the cold blade against the leader's neck.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

"The Lu family?"

The leader gritted his teeth and refused to speak, but his eyes involuntarily glanced towards the private room on the second floor.

Ye Xunhuan followed his gaze and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Okay?

Lu Mingchen, if you can't play the game, you resort to underhanded tactics, right?

Originally, I only wanted to freeze your account and crash your stock price to teach you a small lesson, but now it seems you're courting disaster.

He was about to press the matter further, asking what secret treasure Youge wanted from him, when suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

An extremely dangerous feeling, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, stared at his back.

This is an instinct he honed through years of teetering on the brink of death, more accurate than any warning.

Almost instinctively, he suddenly shifted his feet and leaned slightly to the side.

"call out--"

A bullet flew past his shoulder with a sharp whooshing sound, then struck a marble pillar next to him with a "thud," sending shards of stone flying.

It was just half an inch away; that bullet would have pierced his heart!

On the opposite high-rise building, the sniper's pupils suddenly contracted.

He actually dodged it?

How is that possible!

He attacked from behind, at a distance of 800 meters, how could the other party possibly notice?

Without a second thought, his finger was on the trigger, he quickly adjusted the scope, and the crosshair locked onto Ye Xunhuan's forehead again, ready to fire a second shot.

Inside the auction hall, Su Qingyuan was terrified, screaming, "Ye Xunhuan!"

Shen Wenbai's expression changed as well: "There's a sniper! Find cover!"

Ye Xunhuan, however, stood still.

He slowly turned his head, his dark eyes focusing precisely on a hidden window of the tall building across the street, a roguish yet dangerous smile slowly curving his lips.

He put the slightly bent candy stick back into his mouth, biting it with a crisp crunch, his casual, mocking voice echoing through the chaotic hall:

"Oh dear, another one looking for trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed off with his feet and shot towards the window on the second floor of the hall like an arrow.

Just as he leaped into the air, in that instant, a second bullet whistled through the air and aimed straight for his forehead!