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"An assassination club?"

"Ha, your names do indeed resound quite a bit in some dark corners."

Ye Chu smiled faintly, but his eyes held a sharp edge that was not easily detected.

"Just a bunch of rats that lurk in the night, clothed in shadows, and who think they can control the game of the world."

"Little do you know, under the true light, your underhanded schemes are nothing more than dust tossed about by Principal Wu, and in the end you can only flee in a sorry state with nowhere to hide."

His tone was somewhat contemptuous, yet still elegant; every word was like a needle, precisely piercing the other person's self-esteem.

"I suppose Principal Wu is probably a recurring nightmare in your assassin careers, isn't he?"

"Do you really think that with your paltry counter-surveillance skills, you can find a glimmer of hope in this intricate web?"

"Little did they know, the true hunter had already taken in every move of his prey."

Ye Chu's eyes gleamed with an all-seeing light, as if they could pierce through the mists of time and space and see directly into the other person's heart, fear and unease.

Ye Chu smiled wryly and said leisurely.

"Hong Tiandao, how about we play a little game? Guess if, at this moment, Principal Wu's elite troops are lurking around me, like shadows?"

Upon hearing this, Hong Tiandao's expression changed rapidly, like clouds rolling and unfolding. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, which was then replaced by a barely perceptible hesitation.

He wondered to himself whether Ye Chu was bluffing or truly confident.

In an instant, a cold smile appeared on Hong Tiandao's lips, as if he were engaged in a silent contest with Ye Chu.

He then spoke with a cold laugh.

"Hmph, kid, are you trying to trick me?"

Ye Chu smiled lightly, unconcerned. He slowly raised one hand, his index finger lightly touching his lips, making a shushing gesture, his posture carrying a hint of mystery and confidence.

"Sh-!"

"Why be impatient? Calm down, listen with your master's ear, and perceive with your master's heart."

"We are both practitioners of martial arts; your mental strength shouldn't be so easily defeated, should it?"

Upon hearing this, the air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere between the two became subtle and tense, as if even their breathing could create ripples.

Hong Tiandao's eyes flashed like lightning, piercing through every wisp of void around him. He focused intently on capturing the slightest movements around him, attempting to extract the subtle, elusive aura hidden in the gentle breeze.

His mind seemed to transform into an invisible net, delicate yet resilient, slowly unfolding, determined not to miss any abnormality.

In contrast, Ye Chu appeared calm and composed, a faint smile playing on his lips. His confidence and composure made it seem as if the entire world was merely a chessboard in his hands, and all changes were within his expectations.

As a fourth-tier grandmaster, Hong Tiandao's spiritual power was already extraordinary.

At that moment, with a thought, his spiritual power surged like a mighty river, carrying immense energy, sweeping out in a vast and unstoppable manner. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees trembled in fear, and even the moles hidden deep underground felt this irresistible pressure and hurriedly fled, but they still could not escape its all-pervasive sensory network.

As time went by, Hongtiandao's perception range gradually expanded until it covered a large area. Every swaying leaf and every falling speck of dust was clearly reflected in his heart.

However, after this comprehensive and meticulous search, a hint of anger involuntarily gathered between his brows, clearly indicating that he did not have the natural reaction to discovering something inappropriate and should not exist.

"..."

He muttered to himself, the words unspoken, but his furrowed brows and the glint of anger in his eyes were enough to show his inner turmoil and the actions he was about to take.

"You little brat, how dare you mock me like that!"

Hong Tiandao's face was contorted with rage, like a volcano about to erupt.

He exuded a formidable aura, clearly ready to unleash his power and suppress Ye Chu completely.

Faced with this surging rage, Ye Chu's lips curled into a playful, cold smile. The smile held both an air of nonchalance towards the impending storm and a hint of cunning. He casually raised a finger, lightly pointing into the distance, his tone laced with provocation and untamed spirit: "Oh? Why don't you take a look over there?"

Upon hearing this, Hong Tiandao's anger subsided slightly, but his vigilance intensified. He suppressed his rage and, as instructed, unleashed his spiritual power like a tidal wave, carefully searching the direction Ye Chu had indicated.

Upon this investigation, he indeed detected a faint buzzing sound, the mechanical rhythm unique to the drones commonly used by Federation warriors. Though far away, it was clearly discernible, hidden on the edge of their surveillance, quietly spying.

At this moment, Hong Tiandao was filled with a mixture of anger and astonishment. He had never expected that Ye Chu would be able to use the external environment so calmly as a bargaining chip in this tense standoff. His intelligence and courage were truly admirable.

Ye Chu, on the other hand, maintained his calm and composed smile, as if everything was under his control, adding a dramatic twist to what was originally a tense confrontation.

"Hong Tiandao, Wu Hongdao is already on his way."

"I wonder if your Heavenly Dao can rival his Great Dao."

"The realm of a fifth-order Grandmaster is like a giant at the top of the sky. Suppressing a mere Grandmaster would be as easy as an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves."

The mockery in Ye Chu's eyes grew stronger, as if he had already foreseen the downfall of Hongtiandao. A playful smile appeared on his lips, his expression clearly saying...

"You have already stepped into the trap I have carefully woven."

"Remember, Wu Hongdao could arrive at any moment. He can silently approach your throat and deliver a fatal blow at any time!"

Ye Chu's smile appeared even more sinister in the dim light, like a ghost in the cold night, sending chills down one's spine.

On the other hand, a rare bead of sweat appeared on Hong Tiandao's usually calm face, sliding silently down his resolute chin, revealing the turmoil and unease in his heart.

This scene resembled the calm before the storm.

"escape!"

Ye Chu suddenly roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the surrounding air. This roar miraculously shook the solid defenses in the heart of the martial arts grandmaster Hong Tiandao.

Hong Tiandao's body trembled, as if he had been suddenly pushed by an invisible force, and his feet involuntarily stepped onto the path of escape. When he came to his senses in a daze, he was already walking hurriedly, his back stretched long on the winding path.

He mechanically turned his head, his gaze straining to pierce the fog of distance, trying to catch a glimpse of that familiar figure.

However, all that could be seen was a faint black dot that Ye Chu had transformed into, which quickly dissolved into the horizon, leaving behind only a series of fading echoes and his utter astonishment and resentment.

Hong Tiandao's heart was filled with complex emotions—annoyance gnawed at his mind like a venomous snake, while anger burned like wildfire, impossible to contain. But above all this, the strongest emotion was the fear of the unknown, a deep apprehension that Wu Hongdao might personally come and weave the web of death.

That fear, cold and piercing, like the fiercest winter wind, pierced through the pride and resilience he should have as a martial arts master, leaving only the desire and struggle for survival.

It was as if Wu Hongdao was really chasing closely behind him.

At this moment, Hong Tiandao deeply understood what it truly meant to be on the brink of life and death, and what it meant to have profound awe for absolute power.

What is extreme power, the absolute suppression of these petty scoundrels?