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

"What else? Bring a whole bunch of people over here to steal my lollipops?"

Ye Xunhuan scoffed, then strode up the deck steps, his footsteps clattering on the wooden planks. "I heard you kidnapped someone? You want to chop up a couple to show me?"

His tone was light and casual, without a trace of anger, but when his eyes swept over the bound civilians, a cold glint appeared in his eyes for a moment.

"You ignorant fool!"

The Bronze Guardian roared and waved his hand sharply, "Attack! Chop him up!"

Thirty or forty assassins responded in unison, brandishing their knives and charging forward in a deluge, a rain of blades filling the sky.

The bound civilians had never seen anything like this before. They were so frightened that they closed their eyes, thinking that this young man was probably going to die here today.

But the next second, a series of whooshing sounds filled the air, as dense as summer raindrops.

Ye Xunhuan stood still, not moving an inch, his left hand still in his pocket, but he raised his right hand slightly, his fingertips flashing with silver light.

His technique is called "Electric Fire Needle Hand"!

Fine silver needles, as thin as cow's hair, shot out from his fingertips at such speed that they were just afterimages, each one precisely piercing the nerve endings of the assassins.

The dozen or so people at the front didn't even have time to swing their knives before their bodies stiffened and they fell straight down, forming a human wall.

In just three seconds, a group of people collapsed on the ground.

The rest of the men were terrified, frozen in place with their knives in hand, too scared to charge forward.

"Oh, is that all you've got?"

Ye Xunhuan looked at them with a mocking smile, a silver needle twirling between his fingers, and a lollipop crunching in his mouth.

"I thought it was something amazing, but it wasn't even enough for me to warm up..."

"Sigh! What a waste of time, another wasted trip."

"Let's all attack together, we'll wear him down!"

The Bronze Guardian's face turned ashen, filled with shock and rage.

The remaining twenty-odd suicide soldiers gritted their teeth and charged forward again.

Ye Xunhuan was too lazy to waste words with them. He moved swiftly and rushed into the crowd.

His movements were so fast they were like a ghost. Others couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. They would only see a blur before their eyes and be hit in the chest or back of the neck. They would either faint or have their arms and legs dislocated.

He couldn't resist adding a sarcastic remark: "Does your Youge Pavilion have no successors?"

"Is this all you've got? You think you can make a name for yourself in the underworld? Go home and grow sweet potatoes instead of embarrassing yourself here."

After a flurry of blows, in less than two minutes, the deck was filled with groaning, groaning dead soldiers; not a single one could stand.

Ye Xunhuan clapped his hands and walked up to the Bronze Guardian.

The Bronze Guardian turned pale with fright and raised his poisoned ox-ear scimitar to strike Ye Xunhuan on the head.

Ye Xunhuan casually grabbed the Bronze Guardian's wrist and twisted it gently.

"Click—"

The sound of bones breaking was crisp and piercing.

"Ah—!" The Bronze Guardian let out a pig-like scream, and his curved sword clattered to the ground.

Ye Xunhuan raised his foot and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying seven or eight meters away, where he slammed heavily against the cargo door.

He walked over, stepped on the bronze guardian's chest, leaned slightly forward, the lollipop stick in his mouth dangling, and said in a flippant yet ruthless tone, "This is it? You think you're worthy to fight me?"

The Bronze Guardian was being trampled and struggling to breathe, his face turning purple. "You...who exactly are you...?"

"We, the Bronze Guards, can't be that weak..."

"Me? Your grandfather, Ye Xunhuan." Ye Xunhuan patted non-existent dust off his trousers, and the Bronze Guardian spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You? You...you...?!"

"By the way, I heard you also want to chop off that Su family girl's fingers? One by one?"

When Su Qingyuan was mentioned, Ye Xunhuan's tone instantly turned cold, and the chill in his eyes was like ice shards, making the surrounding air seem to drop several degrees.

The Bronze Guardian trembled and was about to beg for mercy when he heard Ye Xunhuan say slowly, "I was originally going to spare your dog's life so you could go back and give your sect leader a message."

"Now it seems unnecessary."

With a flick of his finger, a silver needle pierced directly into the Bronze Guardian's brow.

The person immediately fell silent.

Ye Xunhuan withdrew his foot, rubbed the sole of his shoe as if it were dirty, turned around and walked to the hostages. With a casual wave of spiritual power, he cut the ropes. He still had a candy in his mouth and spoke in a relaxed and casual tone.

"Alright, it's alright now, get up, everyone. Was it really necessary to be so scared?"

The hostages, having survived the ordeal, were so weak in the knees that they could barely stand, and they looked at Ye Xunhuan as if he were a living god.

A few of the bolder ones had already started kowtowing and expressing their gratitude.

Ye Xunhuan waved his hand, turned around and went into the cargo hold.

The room was piled high with boxes and boxes of the main ingredients for the antidote. The petals of the Ice Soul Lotus still carried a chill, which was the key to suppressing the Ten Thousand Poisons Powder.

On the other side was a dark mass of poisonous material, all of it highly concentrated raw materials for Wan Du San (a type of poison). If it were all scattered, half the people in Jiangcheng would perish.

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, walked to the boxes of poison, and kicked dozens of boxes of poison into the sea, one after another.

With a series of "plop, plop," the dark poison fell into the sea and was instantly dispersed by the waves.

"Hey, adding some feed to the fish in the sea is a way to make use of waste."

He clapped his hands, turned around and picked up the box of rare medicinal herbs. It was quite heavy, but he carried it as easily as if it were a plastic bag.

As soon as I stepped out of the cargo hold, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the shore.

A group of Medicine King Valley disciples dressed in light blue outfits rushed over, each carrying a weapon.

They looked tense, and the leader of the disciples shouted, "Young Master! We're coming! Are you alright?"

result.

They rushed onto the deck, and everyone was stunned.

Lying on the ground, groaning assassins, bronze guardians with collapsed chests, hostages who had been rescued and were helping each other up, and... Ye Xunhuan, with a lollipop in his mouth, carrying a medicine box, leaning against the railing looking at the sea.

This was completely different from the scene of a bloody battle and a desperate rescue that they had envisioned!

The leading disciple opened his mouth, almost dropping the sword in his hand.

They rushed here as soon as they received the news, fearing that if they were a step too late their young master would be in trouble. But the other party had already finished their work and even had the leisure to look at the sea.

"Young...Young Master's divine might!"

"Young Master's divine might."

"Young Master's divine might..."

Someone reacted first, and with a "thump," they knelt down. The rest of the men followed suit, their voices booming so loudly they shook the dock: "Young Master, your martial arts are unparalleled! We are in awe!"

Ye Xunhuan was startled and almost dropped the candy in his mouth.

"Hey, who are you guys? You're not here to steal my lollipop, are you?"

"Get up, get up."

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not your young master." Ye Xunhuan looked like a rogue, as if afraid that this group of people would try to take the lollipop from him.

At this moment, he waved his hand dismissively, looking disgusted.

"You're from the Red Cross, right? You've come at the right time. Hurry up and drag these useless people away. Take the hostages to the hospital for a checkup. Don't stand here blocking the way. I need to go home and sleep with Qingyuan."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The disciples rolled their eyes. When they came, Elder Yao had given them instructions: their young master had an eccentric personality, and they should do whatever their young master said.

The disciples quickly began cleaning up the mess.

Ye Xunhuan carried his medicine box and slowly walked out of the dock, thinking that he would go back and give Su Qingyuan a piece of candy to calm her nerves.

But just then—

"hiss--"

A long, deep hoot suddenly came from the depths of the sea, breaking the silence of the night and making people's eardrums buzz.

Ye Xunhuan paused and looked up.

On the pitch-black sea, a jet-black treadmill slowly pierces the darkness and approaches.

The ship had no markings and resembled a lurking deep-sea monster, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.

A tall, slender figure stood on the pedal.

The man wore a cold, silver mask that covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of sinister and ruthless eyes that, across the vast sea, were like poisoned knives, fixed directly on Ye Xunhuan on the dock.

The sea breeze whipped up the man's black robe, making it flutter loudly.

Ye Xunhuan narrowed his eyes and gently twirled the lollipop stick in his mouth.

Instead of retreating, he took two steps forward, meeting that gaze with a roguish and arrogant smile.

They've delivered themselves right to my doorstep?

Sure.

Let's have some fun and see who beats whom first.