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

"Mo Xuan, I'll say it again, you... will die a horrible death."

The moment the words left her lips, the pale green toxic gas inside the glass dome surged and enveloped Su Qingyuan.

Her thin, bluish-purple lips tightened more and more, her chest rose and fell weakly like a candle flickering in the wind, and even her furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

That's not an improvement; it means that consciousness has begun to dissipate.

Outside the workshop, footsteps echoed densely, making the broken glass crack and pop as they were stepped on.

Hundreds of Youge assassins surrounded the exit from all directions, the cold sound of swords being drawn echoing throughout.

In the shadows beneath the roof beams, the Silver-Masked Pavilion Master lay close to the crossbeam, his poisoned dagger gleaming with an eerie green light, waiting for Ye Xunhuan to lose his composure so he could strike him dead.

If it were someone else...

On one side, his fiancée was hanging by a thread, and on the other side, he was surrounded by a hundred people, a deadly trap. He was already so panicked that his hands and legs went weak.

Ye Xunhuan stood there, holding the broken candy stick, not only not flustered, but also chuckled.

"With such pathetic tactics, they dare to try kidnapping?"

"Isn't that embarrassing?"

He slowly pulled seven new orange-flavored lollipops from his pocket, tearing off the packaging more smoothly than unpacking a package.

The moment he put it in his mouth, seven silver needles were already held between his fingertips. With a flick of his wrist, he precisely pierced seven major acupoints on his chest, sealing off the energy channels in his body and even slowing his breathing to its slowest.

"Nine Netherworld Poison, is that it?"

"Twenty years of honing your skills, huh?"

Ye Xunhuan glanced at the camera in the corner of the wall, his tone extremely irritating, "In my second senior sister's hands, this thing is just scrap material for practice, it's not even good enough to flavor my Tang."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking, and his internal energy exploded.

The hem of the trench coat billowed up with a "whoosh," scattering dust and broken glass on the ground.

A layer of glass-like rain rippled out.

The Youge assassins, who had just charged ahead eagerly, were blown up, their bodies and faces covered in shards of glass, and instantly collapsed to the ground like blood gourds.

At this moment, Ye Xunhuan had already raised his fist and smashed it hard against the ten-centimeter-thick bulletproof glass shield.

"Bang--!!"

A loud bang shook the entire workshop, dust fell from the overhead beams, and an incandescent light bulb shattered on impact.

The special bulletproof glass, which was said to be impenetrable even by a Gatling gun, cracked instantly, revealing a dense spiderweb pattern.

Behind the camera, Mo Xuan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he screamed in terror:

"No...! Impossible! This is special bulletproof glass!"

"You...you brat, are you...are you a monster?!"

"Monster?" Ye Xunhuan withdrew his fist, his knuckles not even turning red. He scoffed and said, "When I was three years old, I used my master's Jade Target to practice my punches. Your broken glass is much softer than that thing, like a cotton candy."

Before he could finish speaking, a second punch followed.

"Snap—crash!!"

The thick glass shattered instantly, sending toxic fumes flying everywhere.

Ye Xunhuan casually grabbed a waterproof cloth from the side and flicked it over his head, blocking all the broken glass and condensation.

He leaped into the enclosure, scooped Su Qingyuan up in his arms, and retreated to the safe zone with a light tap of his toes.

The woman in my arms was ice-cold, and her breathing was so weak that I could barely feel her.

Without wasting any words, Ye Xunhuan took out a wax-sealed antidote pill, pried open her chin, and fed it to her.

His fingertips rested on her wrist pulse, and his gentle internal energy flowed along her meridians, helping her to neutralize the effects of the medicine.

"You're lucky, old man, to get a taste of this uniquely made antidote pill." He looked up at the camera, raised his chin, and smiled innocently.

"It's a pity you had the chance to smell it, but not the chance to eat it."

"Clang—"

The workshop door was kicked open, and a second wave of hordes of assassins, brandishing poisoned steel knives, filed in, their shouts of battle deafening.

"Kill him, take his head, and you'll be set with a fortune!"

The blade flashed and came crashing down on my head.

Ye Xunhuan held Su Qingyuan in his arms, and with his other hand he made a shushing gesture, "Shh—!"

"It's so noisy."

"I was planning to keep you around to keep the old cripple company for a while, but you had to rush up here to get yourselves killed."

"Oh well! Then don't blame me!"

"That brat got struck by lightning for showing off!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The seven or eight assassins at the forefront, their steel blades whistling through the air, their poisoned blades flashing with a chilling light, lashed out at Ye Xunhuan, wave after wave of blades crashing down upon him.

Ye Xunhuan didn't even bother to dodge. With a flick of his tongue, the candy stick in his mouth snapped into seven or eight pieces, which flew out with a "whoosh".

"Pfft, pfft, pfft—"

Several muffled thuds overlapped.

That ordinary plastic candy stick was now sharper than a steel throwing knife, piercing straight through their throats.

Their eyes widened in disbelief. The steel knife clattered to the ground, and they collapsed, clutching their necks, blood splattering everywhere.

"Look, you've wasted another lollipop stick."

Ye Xunhuan took out a new lollipop, put it in his mouth, shrugged, and said with an innocent look.

"Sigh! This debt should be pinned on that old cripple Mo Xuan. One cigarette costs a million; after beating you all, at least 180 cigarettes will have been wasted. Sigh, what a waste!"

They watched as Ye Xunhuan killed eight of their assassins with just a lollipop, two of whom were their squad leaders.

That skill level is that of a master who can take on a hundred opponents single-handedly!

As a result, he didn't even get to touch a single hair on the head of the kid in front of him before he went to see the King of Hell.

The remaining assassins were so frightened that they stopped in their tracks, but with the knives of the supervising soldiers at their necks, retreating meant certain death, so they had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward.

If you're lucky, you might get the Pavilion Master's reward.

Soon they came one after another, surging in like a tide.

Ye Xunhuan chuckled lightly, and with a swift movement, he plunged into the crowd.

He darted left and right amidst the flashing swords as if he were strolling in his own backyard, without even getting a speck of dust on his clothes.

Wherever he went, someone would inevitably fall to the ground screaming in agony.

Either his acupoints are sealed with silver needles, leaving him paralyzed and a mess; or his dantian is shattered by a slap, rendering him a cripple; or he can easily snatch his knife and sever his tendons.

Screams, the sound of bones breaking, and the thud of weapons hitting the ground filled the air.

In just a minute or two, there were seventy or eighty people lying on the ground, crying and screaming, with fewer than twenty able to stand.

Ye Xunhuan stood in the middle of the crowd, his body clean and spotless, without even a speck of dust, crunching away on his lollipop.

He glanced at the remaining people and curled his lip: "That's it? Not even enough for me to warm up."

"Did that old cripple Mo Xuan gather all the idiots from Youge together?"

"That brat is despicable!!"

A furious shout rang out from the depths of the workshop, and Mo Xuan emerged from the hidden door, supporting himself with a metal left leg.

He limped toward Ye Xunhuan.

Clutching a remote control in his hand, his face was full of resentment.

"Oh ho, you've finally decided to come out now. I thought you'd hold back for a while longer, hiding your head and not daring to come out."

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow and looked Mo Xuan up and down. "Twenty years have passed, and you seem to be getting more and more senile."

"It's one thing to limp, but why is your brain lame too?"

"You sharp-tongued little beast!" Mo Xuan trembled with rage, throwing his alloy cane to the ground. "I'd like to see how long you can remain arrogant after being poisoned by my Seven Absolute Tendon-Softening Powder mixed with Bone-Corroding Poison."

As soon as he finished speaking, large amounts of white powder sprayed out from the surrounding ventilation vents, and a sweet, cloying fragrance wafted over.

In an instant, the twenty-odd assassins from the Netherworld Pavilion standing in the workshop foamed at the mouth, rolled their eyes, and bled from their seven orifices, dying instantly.

Ye Xunhuan's expression changed instantly. He quickly held his breath and sealed all the meridians in his body.

However, it was too late; a small amount of the Seven-Ingredient Softening Powder had already been inhaled into the abdomen.

Ha ha ha ha--?!

Mo Xuan laughed maniacally, "Boy, you've been poisoned by my Seven Absolute Tendon-Softening Powder mixed with Bone-Corroding Poison, you won't last three seconds."

"Haha, pour it all out—!!"