Chapter Thirty-Four: Pursuit (Second Update)

  With a fortune of millions in his possession, Ye Chen couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile at this moment. He took a leap and jumped into the endless stream of people.

  His gaze swept casually towards the surroundings, but Ye Chen remained vigilant at this moment, he wouldn't believe that his previous actions would not have attracted anyone's attention.

  "Huh?" He lightly voiced out, Ye Chen's eyes inadvertently glanced at a spot behind him.

  There were several figures flashing around, and a hint of murderous intent was revealed between the vague outlines. That kind of aura was extremely familiar to Ye Chen.

  The assassin's breath, this feeling comes from an assassin's instinctive feeling, although there is no reason, but Ye Chen firmly believes that his judgment will never be wrong!

  Ye Chen couldn't help but feel interested in the assassins of this world. Although the auras revealed by those silhouettes were only around the initial seventh or eighth level, their speed was exceptionally sharp. A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he wondered if the actions of these assassins could be considered a provocation towards him.

  He casually picked up two iron swords from the ordinary sword rack, and Ye Chen began to stroll leisurely in Luoxia City, his speed sometimes fast and sometimes slow. He seemed to be wandering aimlessly, but he firmly controlled everything around him, with even the rustling of leaves under his grasp.

  The several killers behind were quite good, no matter how Ye Chen dodged, he still couldn't shake off those few killers.

  Has this young master's anti-tracking ability regressed? Ye Chen rubbed his temples in frustration, these assassins' tracking abilities really gave him a surprise.

  "How could he have been discovered by this useless person!" Not only did Ye Chen feel surprised, but also the several assassins who were tracking Ye Chen felt surprised. Ye Chen's seemingly unintentional action was clearly intended to shake them off, and they couldn't help but become vigilant, immediately dispersing in all directions in a few waves.

  Those few people who had been paying attention to their breath had completely disappeared. Ye Chen's mouth corners slightly raised, how could he not know those killers' thoughts?

  With a sudden leap, amidst the astonished gazes of the surrounding people, one figure flashed towards the outside of the city and immediately multiple figures followed suit. The city guards were left staring in astonishment at the disappearing black dots, when suddenly hundreds of sonic booms echoed through the air as hundreds of warriors closely followed after those black dots under the bewildered eyes of the guards.

  The news that Ye Family's waste material young master had a hundred million funds spread like it grew wings and spread throughout the entire Luoxia City. A hundred million funds was undoubtedly a fatal attraction for those warriors who were hovering on the edge of death. More and more warriors rushed to the outskirts of the city, including young masters from aristocratic families, guards, and even a few peak early-stage warriors.

  Man's desire is always his nature, who doesn't want to own millions of wealth.

  Outside the city of Luoxia, inside the forest of falling maple leaves, Ye Chen's figure lightly landed on a tree head, feeling the increasingly strong aura of warriors outside the dense forest. A cold smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth. These warriors really thought they were soft persimmons that could be pinched and played with at will, carelessly wielding two iron swords. He muttered to himself, "Xiaohuo, can you help me create a mask?"

  At present, Ye Chen's identity still cannot be exposed to the public eye, he does not want to be strangled before he has achieved anything.

  "Kid, you're really good at stirring up trouble! There are at least hundreds of warriors and assassins surrounding this dense forest!" Huo Qilin's lazy voice slowly rang out.

  "Hey, just in time for some practice, aren't these warriors coming at the right moment?" A hint of a smile flashed through Ye Chen's dark eyes. An ordinary person might have furrowed their brow in this situation, but Ye Chen felt a tinge of anticipation, unsure how long it had been since he'd felt such a pressing sense of death.

  The easiest way to increase strength in the Martial God Continent is to comprehend martial arts through battle!

  Fighting to comprehend is the most primitive method, but it's also the cruelest. Not only do you have to face the threat of death, but you also have to withstand spiritual trials. Usually, very few people can endure the method of fighting to comprehend. Now on the Wugod continent, except for some poor martial artists who use this method, most martial artists rely on elixirs to supplement their cultivation, making alchemists extremely popular.

  A strange purple flame emerged, touching the sword in Ye Chen's left hand. Ye Chen involuntarily loosened his grip on the hilt, and the sword instantly transformed into a floating entity above him. A stream of black air slowly drifted out from above it, and under Ye Chen's astonished gaze, the entity constantly changed shape before finally forming a mask-like appearance.

  The purple flame dissipated, and a silver mask as light as a cicada's wing fell into Ye Chen's palm. He stared at the mask in surprise, which depicted a clown's face. In the center of the clown mask was a dark red blood bead, looking somewhat terrifying. Gently stroking the silver clown mask, the icy feeling transmitted from the mask concentrated all of Ye Chen's attention, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "Xiao Huo, this mask is so ugly, how could you have no artistic cells at all!"

  "Are you kidding me? I've been working hard to help you, and you still have complaints?" Huo Qilin responded awkwardly.

  With a somewhat helpless expression, he put on the clown mask, and the blood bead under his disheveled hair looked particularly eerie. The long cloak enveloped Ye Chen's figure, curling up his waist-length hair, and he casually covered his head with the hood of the cloak. His mouth slightly curved upwards as he said, "Xiao Huo, let me show you my assassination skills!"

  "There's actually a martial artist at the peak of the initial stage inside, kid, just don't get yourself killed, first of all, let me declare that with such a weak opponent, I won't be lending a hand!" Looking at Ye Chen's spirited appearance, Huo Qilin couldn't help but strike out.

  Suddenly several bursts of wind sounded, his face set, he grasped the hilt of his sword with a reverse grip, and without even bothering to counterattack Huo Qilin's words, Ye Chen leapt forward and charged into the dense forest.

  Swiftly, the figure jumped quickly on the tree branches, through the gaps between the branches, Ye Chen's figure was squatting on the top of the tree, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of coldness on his face, chuckling: "The allure of 15 million gold coins is indeed enormous! People die for wealth, birds perish for food! This principle applies everywhere!"

  Suddenly, a mournful cry came from under the tree. Ye Chen looked over and saw that the ground was covered in bloodstains and scattered body parts, filling the air with a bloody smell. Ye Chen's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he held his iron sword at the ready, vigilantly scanning his surroundings. Suddenly, a "whooshing" sound came from behind Ye Chen, and with a swift leap, he vanished into thin air, displaying his ghostly speed once again. A green whirlwind appeared beneath Ye Chen's feet, accompanied by a deafening explosion.

  The middle-aged man who was hiding in another tree to ambush Ye Chen only saw Ye Chen's figure disappear suddenly, a chill came from behind, the middle-aged man hurriedly turned around, and what he saw was a silver clown mask, that dark red blood bead was eerie, the sword light flashed by, the middle-aged man felt his eyes getting closer and closer to the ground, then lost consciousness.

  "Not bad hiding skills, but still a bit off!" Through the mask's double holes, Ye Chen coldly stared at the headless corpse spewing blood, and with a light flick, the corpse weakly slid down, disappearing into the treetops with a single leap.

  "Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

  Ye Chen's figure flashed into the dense forest like a ghost!

  Another headless corpse appeared on the ground, with blood-red **forming a pool of blood, which was shocking to see.