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"I...I'm fine..."

Chen Wenwen's words were involuntarily tinged with surprise and disorientation; the scene before her left her momentarily speechless.

When did Ye Chu arrive so suddenly? His figure seemed to emerge from the night like a ghost, silent and still, yet instantly set the world in motion.

The man in black they faced exuded the sharp aura unique to second-tier martial artists, enough to deter many of their peers. Yet, in the blink of an eye, everything settled down; the man in black had fallen. It all seemed so unreal, yet so resolute.

"Hiss, Ye Chu, your strength is terrifying."

Chen Wenwen was secretly shocked; these few simple words were almost all the amazement she could muster.

Ye Chu, the boy who was about the same age as her, possessed astonishing power beyond his years. This strength could not be easily summarized by the word "genius".

It was like an irresistible torrent, crashing against every corner of her heart, leaving her not only shocked but also filled with an indescribable sense of awe.

envy?

Faced with that awe, we felt so insignificant, almost imperceptible.

Chen Wenwen felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her, including amazement, admiration, and a strange sense of longing and inspiration.

"What did you say?"

Ye Chu didn't hear clearly, his voice carrying a hint of unresolved doubt.

He gently blew a breath, as if to brush away the dust that had inadvertently settled on his shoulder.

His movements exude a free and unrestrained spirit.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wenwen's cheeks flushed slightly, like peach blossoms just beginning to bloom in the morning light.

She hurriedly shook her head, her eyes flashing with a hint of shyness and panic: "I...I didn't say anything special."

She changed the subject abruptly, as if she had remembered something important, and her expression became serious.

"By the way, that person who was chasing you so relentlessly was a third-tier martial artist with considerable strength! How did you manage to escape and... neutralize him?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chu smiled faintly. He casually pointed to a spot not far away, where traces of the battle seemed to remain, but were quickly buried by time.

"Everything has been handled properly, but it seems there's still one who slipped through the net and is trying to escape. I'm going after him, don't worry. Take care of yourself afterwards."

After saying that, Ye Chu moved like a gentle breeze in the forest, disappearing from the spot in an instant, leaving only the corpse of the man in black, which Chen Wenwen stared at in a daze.

Then, for some unknown reason, Chen Wenwen's figure seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and she slowly stood up. Her steps carried a hint of hesitation that was not easily noticed, but she resolutely stepped towards the direction that Ye Chu's fingertip lightly pointed.

That direction, like an unknown abyss, quietly opened its doors.

As soon as you step inside, your eyes are instantly filled with a breathtaking scene.

It was a long and dark passage, but now it was no longer a shortcut to peace and tranquility, but a corridor of death and despair.

A look of disbelief flashed in Chen Wenwen's eyes, even though her will had been tempered in the notoriously cruel Black Triangle.

Even now, I can't help but tremble at this sight.

Her face turned ashen instantly, and her beautiful eyes were filled with horror.

Almost losing the strength to support himself, his legs trembled slightly, as if he would be crushed by the shocking scene at any moment and collapse to the ground.

Within the passage lies witness to endless slaughter and destruction.

The corpses were piled up like mountains, covering almost every inch of the ground, their twisted and tragic forms telling the story of the past horrors.

Blood flowed like a river, slowly staining the cold passage red. The air was thick with the suffocating stench of blood.

What's even more chilling is that even those third-tier martial arts experts who should have been high and mighty were unable to escape this catastrophe.

They were either kneeling on the ground, their eyes filled with resentment and despair; or lying on their sides, a large hole ripped open in their chests.

Those were the marks left by a fatal blow, silently testifying to the enemy's strength and ruthlessness.

……

At this moment, night has fallen and the stars are hidden.

Shao Wen, a young and talented man from the Shao family, has a heart as cold as ice and a soul as fragile as a wisp of smoke.

As if struck by an invisible hammer, they plunged into an unprecedented abyss of despair.

He muttered to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief and self-mockery.

"I must be crazy!"

The original intention was to bring honor to the family and ancestors, hoping to leave a brilliant mark on the vast starry sky of the Shao family.

Thus, Shao Wen resolutely embarked on this path of no return—to hunt down Ye Chu.

However, fate mocked his arrogance in the cruelest way.

More than fifty elites, including three outstanding third-tier martial arts masters, and the rest are all top-notch second-tier martial artists.

This was almost the entire elite of the younger generation of the Shao family, yet they were wiped out overnight, with not a single survivor.

"Run! Run now!"

Shao Wen had only one thought in his mind. Like a lone deer being chased by a wild beast, every nerve was stretched to the limit. Although his legs were running wildly, he still felt that he was not fast enough. It was as if even the wind was mocking his incompetence in his ears.

He cursed inwardly, wishing his parents could give him another pair of legs so he could escape this endless nightmare.

Shao Wen was suddenly startled, as if his neck was being pulled by an invisible rope, and he involuntarily turned his head.

At that very moment, a heart-stopping scene came into view.

A dark shadow silently rose from the edge of the second floor, like a ghost wandering in the night, breaking the silence and disappearing into the deep night without a trace.

At that moment, Shao Wen's face turned ashen, his pupils contracted sharply, and a wave of horror washed over him.

"How can Ye Chu be so strong!"

A storm raged in Shao Wen's heart; fear coiled around his mind like a venomous snake, threatening to devour him.

With fifty elite troops and three martial arts experts in command, this should have been an impregnable encirclement, enough to make any third-tier martial artist despair.

But Ye Chu seemed detached from the situation, easily breaking through this seemingly impenetrable cage with incredible skill.

"Could it be... that he is actually the legendary martial arts master?"

An unbelievable thought surged into Shao Wen's mind, a thought that flickered weakly yet stubbornly in the wind, illuminating the dead silence in his heart.

"Hurry! This place is no place to linger!"

Shao Wen's voice trembled, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an undeniable urgency.

He knew all too well that any hesitation in the face of such a being would be fatal. The scythe of death had been silently raised, and the shadow of death, like a giant beast in the night, pressed closer and closer, suffocating him.

The next moment, Shao Wen climbed into the sports car.

"Hurry up!"

Shao Wen yelled at the driver inside the car.