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On the other side, Ye An had already chased the one who had slipped through the net, reaching a distance of ten kilometers.

The assassin moved swiftly through the city buildings under the cover of night. He had no internal energy or true qi, but his physical strength was astonishing.

Each step he takes on the edge of a building unleashes tremendous power, allowing him to leap dozens of meters and dart swiftly between towering buildings.

He was clearly very confident in his ability to escape, and deliberately chose to take the most complicated terrain along the way, trying to shake off his pursuers.

After running for nearly forty minutes, crossing almost half the city, the assassin finally stopped at an abandoned factory.

He braced himself on his knees with both hands, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath, his back soaked with sweat.

He looked back, but there was no one behind him; only the sound of the wind filled the dark night.

He felt that he had shaken off the monster.

"You're not running away anymore?"

A voice suddenly came from behind him, calm and even a little leisurely.

The assassin's hair stood on end instantly, and he whirled around.

Ye An was standing not far behind him, his hands in his pockets, as if he had just come over for a walk. There wasn't a trace of sweat on his face, and his breathing was frighteningly steady.

This all-out escape of tens of kilometers is the limit for an assassin, but for a powerful figure like Ye An who can fly on a sword, it seems like he has only taken a few steps.

The assassin's face turned grim as he stared at Ye An, his eyes filled with undisguised horror.

"I didn't expect you to be this powerful." The white man with a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes spoke in broken Chinese. He was probably in his forties, and his eyes were a mixture of despair and a hint of madness.

"A powerful individual like yourself has come to Shanghai at this critical juncture, presumably also for the Immortal's Tomb."

"A tomb of immortals?" Ye An's eyebrows twitched.

He had heard Ding Zhengguo mention this word tonight as well.

"Playing dumb? Or do you really not know?" The assassin saw Ye An's reaction and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Heh, what's the point of telling you? You won't live much longer anyway."

The assassin grinned, seemingly convinced that Ye An was doomed, and simply spoke his mind.

"In our 'Destiny' organization, there is a god-level superhuman who foresaw that a celestial tomb would be born in Shanghai, containing a secret that could allow one to ascend to the heavens in one step."

But the words "Immortal's Tomb" caught his attention.

"To be called an immortal by these mortals, the cave dwelling must at least be left behind by a Foundation Establishment cultivator. No, judging by the perspective of that so-called god-level ability user they're talking about, perhaps only a Golden Core cultivator could be called an immortal..."

As Ye An was pondering, a resolute and fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the assassin opposite him.

He suddenly pulled out a huge, black, exaggeratedly designed rocket launcher from behind him.

The cannon barrel was thicker than his thigh, covered with incomprehensible runes, and exuded a dangerous aura.

"Bang!"

A loud explosion rang out in the empty factory area.

This wasn't the sound of a cannonball being fired; it sounded more like a grenade exploding right next to my ear.

The rocket launcher used by the assassin was specially modified and extremely powerful. The people behind him had put in a lot of effort to bring this weapon of mass destruction into China without anyone noticing.

A cannonball trailing a crimson flame shot toward Ye An's chest at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

The assassin grinned menacingly.

He was absolutely confident that his rocket launcher, named "Godslayer," had once killed a self-proclaimed indestructible, physically powerful being with a single shot.

No matter how strong Ye An is, he is still made of flesh and blood. He doesn't believe anyone would dare to take this shot head-on.

"Hmph...like ants."

Facing the incoming shell, Ye An simply uttered four words.

Then, under the killer's almost ecstatic gaze, Ye An held up two fingers.

Those two fingers were fair and slender, and looked completely powerless.

But those two fingers, though arriving late, struck first, gently clamping the shell when it was less than half a meter from his chest.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The specially made shell, powerful enough to flatten a tall building, remained quietly suspended in mid-air, held firmly between two fingers.

The shell's tail was still spewing flames, making a hissing sound, but it could not advance any further.

The assassin's smile froze completely, and the ferocity and ecstasy in his eyes were instantly replaced by endless fear.

What did he see?

Did he... pinch the shell between his fingers?

"You devil...you're a devil..."

With a snap.

The heavy "Godslayer" rocket was actually severed in half by Ye An's two fingers, and the two pieces slammed directly onto the concrete ground with a crisp sound.

The assassin trembled violently, his teeth chattered, and a foul stench emanated from his crotch.

He couldn't believe his eyes. How could there be such a powerful person in this world?

This was beyond his understanding of power.

Ye An looked at him and gently twirled her fingers.

The shell spun around on his fingertip before he casually tossed it to the ground like a cigarette butt.

"The devil?"

Ye An looked at the mentally broken assassin in front of him and spoke calmly.

"To you, I really am the devil, aren't I?"

"You know nothing about power."

The assassin looked at Ye An as if he had seen something incomprehensible.

He kept muttering the word "devil" under his breath, his body trembling uncontrollably, his trouser legs were soaked, and a foul stench filled the empty factory.

Ye An stopped wasting words with him.

He raised his hand and flicked his finger lightly in the direction of the assassin.

A barely perceptible spark flew from his fingertip and drifted slowly toward the assassin.

The assassin's eyes widened. He wanted to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey him, as if he were nailed to the spot.

A spark landed between his eyebrows.

There was no sound, and no explosion.

The assassin's body, from head to toe, turned into black ash inch by inch, which was scattered by the night wind.

All that remained was the exaggeratedly shaped rocket launcher and a small patch of darker gray.

Ye An walked over, reached out his hand towards the clump of ash, and grabbed it from a distance.

A golden sphere of light, more solid than the ones he had seen by the river, emerged from the ashes and slowly floated into his palm.

"So he specializes in physical enhancement, no wonder he runs so fast."

Ye An put the metallic essence into the jade pendant and began to make plans in his mind.

This stuff is really good; the energy it contains is purer than that of ordinary spiritual materials.

But he quickly rejected the idea of ​​direct absorption.

These elemental essences are ultimately external substances, and impure; direct absorption would damage one's foundation. The best use is to refine them for crafting artifacts or setting up formations.

As for improving one's cultivation level, one still needs spiritual energy and elixirs.

Thinking of the pills, Ye An remembered the ten newly refined Qi-Nourishing Pills in his arms.

And then there's the "immortal's tomb" I heard from the assassin.

"The Tomb of the Immortals..."

Ye An pondered to himself.

The tombs left behind by those who are called "immortals" by mortals in this world must contain good things.

Elixirs, magical treasures, and even complete inheritances of cultivation techniques.

This is nothing short of a treasure trove for Earth, where spiritual energy is scarce.

However, now that the news has spread, all sorts of strange and monstrous people from all over the world will flock to Shanghai.

Although I have many tricks up my sleeve, there's no need for me to compete with a bunch of lunatics for the first taste of success.

It wouldn't be worth it if things went wrong.

The safest approach is to first improve our strength.

Perfect timing, isn't the Jiang family planning some kind of ancient martial arts exchange event?

The Qi-Nourishing Pill in their hands was a divine medicine to these ancient martial arts practitioners.

Taking out a few and exchanging them for a batch of their treasured rare and precious materials to stabilize their cultivation level or even break through to the next level is the most cost-effective option right now.

It's not too late to explore the so-called immortal's tomb once you're fully prepared.

At that time, it's hard to say who will be the hunter and who will be the prey.

Having made up his mind, Ye An did not linger.

He glanced at the huge rocket launcher on the ground, thought it was interesting, and casually put it into his jade pendant space.

Then, he moved and disappeared from the spot.