Cold Moon Slash

How could Ye Xiwen let him attack again? He thrust out a hand and directly seized the black-clad youth's wrist. The qi blade immediately halted.

The black-clad youth was stronger than Ye Xiwen. After pausing for only an instant, he continued chopping down.

But that instant was enough. Ye Xiwen had already made his full preparations. Thunderclap Hand, Eight Echoes.

"Thunderous Gale!" Ye Xiwen shouted. Lightning-like true qi coiled around his right hand as he drove his palm into the black-clad youth's chest.

Bang! The black-clad youth was struck squarely by the palm and flew backward like a kite with its string cut. He soared high into the air before crashing heavily onto the ground. Many of his ribs had been broken by Ye Xiwen's blow, and he panted like an ox.

The black-clad youth stared wide-eyed at Ye Xiwen and said in disbelief, "You... you actually dared to trick me!"

What he found even harder to believe was that Ye Xiwen had been so reckless. In order to strike him, Ye Xiwen had actually taken that blow head-on. It was utter madness.

"Heh heh!" Ye Xiwen stopped his bleeding, his face somewhat pale. The wound that had just been cleaved open was deep enough to expose bone, and blood had flowed without cease. Only now did Ye Xiwen have the chance to roughly staunch it.

Ye Xiwen did not waste any time. He charged toward the black-clad youth lying on the ground, powerless all over.

"You... you can't kill me!" The black-clad youth finally said in panic. "I'm the Young Master Zhang of the Zhang Family! If you kill me, you'll be in enormous trouble!"

"Once battle begins, it is life or death!" Ye Xiwen understood that he could not let this black-clad youth go. Otherwise, the trouble in the future would certainly be immense. His experiences over this period had all taught him that he could not afford a woman's mercy. This world was filled with the jungle law of the strong devouring the weak.

Ye Xiwen walked toward the black-clad youth, one step at a time.

"Go to hell!" A savage expression suddenly appeared on the black-clad youth's face. He violently swung his arm, sending a crescent-shaped blade qi sweeping out toward Ye Xiwen.

Ye Xiwen stamped his foot and shifted his body aside, evading this desperate counterattack. He had repeatedly warned himself to be cautious and vigilant. How could he possibly have failed to guard against it?

Thunderclap Hand, Eight Echoes!

A rumbling roar echoed through the forest, and the terror on the black-clad youth's face grew ever stronger.

Bang!

After a miserable scream, the black-clad youth finally breathed his last, filled with profound unwillingness.

Seeing that the black-clad youth had finally been beaten to death, Ye Xiwen let out a breath of relief. He dropped onto the ground on his backside and panted heavily.

Without resting for long, Ye Xiwen stood and began searching the three bodies. Killing people and seizing treasures often went hand in hand.

From the two Houtian Fifth Stage experts, he found a total of twenty Low-Grade Spirit Stones and one hundred taels' worth of silver notes. Then Ye Xiwen began searching the black-clad youth. To his delighted surprise, this youth actually possessed a Storage Ring, and it was not small at all—its capacity exceeded roughly one hundred cubic meters.

One had to know that storage rings and other spatial items were the most expensive. Even one with only ten cubic meters of space required at least one hundred Spirit Stones, while one hundred cubic meters required at least a thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. At Yi Yuan Sect, only Xiantian elders had the wealth to afford one. Ye Xiwen had seen one only on his adoptive father, Ye Kongming.

He had not expected the black-clad youth to possess a one-hundred-cubic-meter Storage Ring. He truly deserved to be called the Young Master Zhang of the Zhang Family.

After obtaining the Storage Ring, Ye Xiwen sent in his divine sense and was immediately overjoyed. Sure enough, compared with this black-clad youth's possessions, those two Houtian Fifth Stage experts were like a witch before a giant.

There were more than five hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones in this Storage Ring alone, ensuring that Ye Xiwen would not need to worry about Spirit Stones for quite some time. Besides the Spirit Stones, there were ten thousand taels' worth of silver notes. What delighted Ye Xiwen most, however, was that the Spatial Ring actually contained a martial arts manual—the very supreme art the black-clad youth had used earlier, Qi Condensation into Astral Force. It had allowed the youth to possess the might of the Xiantian realm while still at the Houtian Sixth Stage. Naturally, this technique was far from ordinary.

This technique was called "Cold Moon Slash." It was actually a Xiantian-level technique. Cold Moon Slash had three levels in total. The first was New Moon Slash, the second was Crescent Moon Slash, and the third was Full Moon Slash. Mastering New Moon Slash allowed one to rival the power of an intermediate technique; mastering Crescent Moon Slash allowed one to rival the power of an advanced technique; and if one mastered the third level, Full Moon Slash, one could unleash the power of a Xiantian-level technique.

Its power could be called boundless!

Ye Xiwen had originally been considering learning a weapon-based Martial Skill in the future to make up for his shortcomings. Now, with this "Cold Moon Slash," that weakness was completely remedied. "Cold Moon Slash" could be unleashed with a long blade, or Qi Condensation into Astral Force could be used in its place. It even contained a unique method for Qi Condensation into Astral Force, allowing true qi to form an incomparably sturdy long blade capable of displaying the power of "Cold Moon Slash."

Of course, if he had an actual weapon, its power would naturally be even greater.

Ye Xiwen quickly placed everything into the Spatial Ring and swiftly left the area. The groups pursuing Ye Xiwen had all stayed close together. It likely would not be long before another group that had heard the commotion arrived. In his current condition, Ye Xiwen truly had no way to deal with the next group, and he also needed to find somewhere to heal his injuries.

Not long after Ye Xiwen left, a five-man squad pushed into the area. Leading them was the middle-aged man with the long scar across his face. When he saw the three corpses on the ground, his expression immediately turned ashen. The sight of the young master's corpse in particular made his eyelids twitch wildly, while the scar on his face became even more sinister.

"Pursue him! We must kill this murderer! He has killed two young masters of the Zhang Family in succession. If we fail to capture him, all of us will die!" Scarface said viciously, fully releasing his aura. He was actually an expert at the Seventh Stage Peak. "Inform our men and pursue him! We must kill this murderer and hack him into ten thousand pieces! If you find anyone suspicious, kill them first and ask questions later. Better to kill the wrong one than let one slip through!"

"Yes!" The other martial artists all responded.

A shrill whistle tore through the air, echoing throughout the entire forest. It was the signal for the Zhang Family to assemble.

Ye Xiwen had already traveled far away, yet he still heard the piercing whistle. His heart immediately jolted. This was the Zhang Family's signal. It seemed they truly intended to wipe him out root and branch. He had to find a way to eliminate all these pursuers. Otherwise, now that he had slaughtered two Zhang Family young masters, they would certainly hunt him to the ends of the earth.

As he thought, Ye Xiwen's figure vanished into the woods.

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