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

"Oh ho, Young Master's... Young Master's jade pendant?"

The assassin leader stared at the half-piece of black jade that had slipped out of Ye Xunhuan's collar.

His whole body stiffened suddenly, and the triangular military dagger in his hand slammed onto the tile with a "clang".

His eyes, hidden behind his mask, were first filled with terror, then flashed with a greedy red light, like a hungry wolf seeing meat; his voice trembled with excitement.

"You? You're that little brat the Ye family lost for twenty years!"

The corridor fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

Su Qingyuan suddenly looked up at Ye Xunhuan's profile, her heart pounding wildly.

The man in front of me, in name only?

He's been missing for twenty years?

Wasn't he always learning his skills from his master on the mountain?

How did he become the lost young master of the Ye family again?

Ye Zhong's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously took half a step forward, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

The disappearance of the young master is a top secret of the Ye family; even few of the collateral relatives know about it.

The assassins from this secluded pavilion not only knew the details but also recognized this exclusive Panlong Xuan Jade, suggesting that the situation behind them was probably deeper than imagined.

Before anyone could think further, the assassin leader suddenly threw his head back and burst into wild laughter, his voice so sharp it sounded like sand scraping against glass.

"Hahaha! Heaven is on my side!"

"The Pavilion Master has offered a reward of ten thousand taels of gold for you for twenty years, but he never expected to fall into my hands today!"

He suddenly waved his hand, his tone beneath the mask chilling to the bone.

"Men of Youge, listen to my command: capture him alive! I want to bring this brat of the Ye family back to Youge unharmed."

"At that time, everyone will be promoted three levels along with me!"

"Oh, and all those scum watching the show over there—doctors, nurses, the Su family—must be silenced. Leave not a single one alive!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than four assassins in black jumped out from the back row.

These four are close-combat assassins specially trained by Youge.

The short knives in their hands were coated with a potent anesthetic, their blades gleaming with a bluish-green light.

As they moved, their footwork was cunning, flanking from four directions.

The way the knife was used not only blocked all of Ye Xunhuan's escape routes.

While his peripheral vision was still scanning the Su family relatives in the corner and the terrified nurses, the blade also slashed diagonally, clearly intending to pierce two of them with one stroke and eliminate them completely.

"ah--!"

"Help!"

"Hey? Don't kill me!"

Su Zhenhai, who had already wet his pants while lying on the ground, was terrified when he saw the cold light heading straight for his face. His fat face turned pale, and he scrambled against the wall, his obese body thumping against the wall.

The Su family's relatives were crying and wailing, crowding together and not even daring to look up. The entire corridor was in complete chaos.

Su Qingyuan's face paled, and she instinctively tried to step forward to block, but her wrist was suddenly grasped by a warm hand and gently pulled back.

"These few oddballs are none of your business, wife..."

"let me."

Ye Xunhuan swayed lazily, took half a step forward, and firmly protected Su Qingyuan behind him.

With a strawberry lollipop dangling from his mouth, his cheeks puffed out, making him seem completely out of place in this dangerous scene.

He twirled the protruding plastic candy stick between his fingers, glanced sideways at the four assassins lunging at him, and gave a nonchalant snort:

"That's it? That's so boring."

A single, casual remark infuriated the four assassins.

"Even when you're about to die, you're still being stubborn!"

"Fine, fine, let's stretch our muscles first, then dislocate your two arms and your third leg!"

The lead assassin roared and slashed at Ye Xunhuan's left shoulder with a gust of wind.

The other three attacked simultaneously, their blades forming a net, leaving no room for dodging. They were clearly ruthless characters with many lives on their hands.

Ye Xunhuan stood still until the blade was only half an inch away from his shoulder, then slowly tilted his head.

This move looked casual, but it was as if the entire trajectory had been calculated in advance. The four short knives grazed the hem of his shirt and missed, without even touching a single hair on his head.

Before the four could finish their moves and change their stance.

Ye Xunhuan crunched the lollipop in his mouth, and suddenly pushed the plastic stick between his fingers forward.

"Da da da da!"

Four barely audible soft sounds followed as the rounded ends of the sugar sticks precisely struck the Shenmen acupoints on the inside of the four people's wrists.

That is the most vulnerable point in the meridians of the human arm, which is the core technique of the Ye family's long-lost art of sealing meridians and acupoints.

The four assassins felt as if their wrists had been branded with a red-hot iron, both numb and painful. Their entire arms instantly lost sensation, and as their fingers loosened, the four short knives clattered to the ground one after another.

"Wha...what's wrong? My hand...I can't move my hand!"

"My hand too, I... I can't move it!"

"This is weird!"

"What kind of sorcery is this kid using?!"

The four were both shocked and furious. Just as they were about to raise their legs to strike him with their knees, they saw Ye Xunhuan casually raise his right leg and sweep it horizontally.

The leg looked light and airy, barely stirring up any wind, but when it swept across the four people's knees, it felt like a massive hammer blow.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The four muffled thuds almost came together in one continuous sound.

Four burly men, each weighing 170 or 180 pounds, were swept away and sent flying seven or eight meters before crashing heavily into the wall with a dull thud.

The four of them turned their heads to the side, and without even uttering a sound, they fainted on the spot, blood foam spilling from the corners of their mouths.

I don't know how many ribs he broke.

The whole process took less than three seconds at most.

Ye Xunhuan took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and savored the sweetness.

It was as if nothing in the world made him happier than eating a lollipop.

At this moment, he brushed aside his wind-blown bangs and clicked his tongue in disgust:

"This... we haven't even warmed up yet."

"That's it?"

"Your Netherworld's combat strength is getting weaker and weaker. A dozen of you together couldn't even withstand a single poke from my finger. This is so boring!"

The assassin leader froze abruptly; the four assassins he had brought with him were by no means weak.

Especially their combined ultimate technique.

His combat power had increased more than tenfold, but he couldn't even withstand a single move from Ye Xunhuan before being beaten to an unknown degree of death, completely losing his combat power.

"Hey, hey, feed me?" Ye Xunhuan smacked his lips on a lollipop and pointed at the assassin leader.

"I'm talking to you. Come here and play with me for a while?"