Bang!
Chen Hu let out a rasping laugh. His Wolf Tooth Club whistled through the air with tremendous force, smashing a guard into a bloody pulp as he began a massacre.
At that moment, Wang De Ying was being held back by Chen Long. Although Wang De Ying was formidable, Chen Long was also a peak Houtian Eighth Stage martial artist. Though somewhat weaker than Wang De Ying, Chen Long could not be shaken off in a short time, leaving Wang De Ying to watch helplessly as Chen Hu slaughtered people.
"Chen Hu, die!" Ye Xiwen shouted. His long blade flashed with cold light like a bright moon, bearing down with crushing force.
Having accepted another's request, he had to faithfully carry out their task. Besides, this matter involved Wang Lie's family, so Ye Xiwen naturally had to lend a hand.
Boom! The long blade and Wolf Tooth Club collided viciously, unleashing an enormous blast.
"How is this possible?" A flicker of shock crossed Chen Hu's eyes. "Houtian Seventh Stage!"
"A Houtian Seventh Stage martial artist can unleash such power with a single strike!" Darkness flashed in Chen Hu's eyes. "But no matter what kind of genius you are, you will die by my hand!"
A cruel grin immediately spread across Chen Hu's face. "Crushing geniuses before they can grow—I like that best!"
Before his words had even faded, Chen Hu's Wolf Tooth Club had already swept before Ye Xiwen. Another skull was about to burst apart.
Cold Moon Slash! Ye Xiwen struck again, whipping up a violent whirlwind.
Boom! The two streams of true qi collided fiercely, spreading outward like crashing waves and kicking up flying sand and rocks.
Thud, thud, thud! Ye Xiwen retreated several steps. In terms of strength, he was still somewhat inferior to Chen Hu. If Ye Xiwen had already reached the Houtian Eighth Stage, he could likely have split him apart with one slash.
"Good brat!" Chen Hu retreated two steps as well, the killing intent in his eyes deepening. Though he looked rough and boorish, he was not stupid. Otherwise, he could not have become the second-in-command of Qingfeng Stronghold.
As Chen Hu swung with all his might, his Wolf Tooth Club became even faster. Its force was immense and heavy; anyone struck by it would undoubtedly be smashed into a meat patty. It howled as it tore the air in two.
Chen Hu stomped down, cracking the ground beneath his feet. His huge body instantly shot into the air, and he raised the club high before smashing it down.
The piercing sound of it ripping through the air echoed around Ye Xiwen. The fierce gale stirred up by the massive Wolf Tooth Club lashed painfully against him. Ye Xiwen shouted and swung his long blade. Though he was lacking somewhat in strength, a contest between opponents was not decided by strength alone.
Crescent Moon Slash! Ye Xiwen roared, sweeping his blade out in a waning moon that pressed down upon Chen Hu.
Boom! Chen Hu was driven back by Ye Xiwen's slash, stumbling several steps in retreat. Ye Xiwen immediately struck again—the second slash of Crescent Moon Slash.
Chen Hu's arm had actually been numbed by Ye Xiwen's strike.
Bang!
The third slash.
Chen Hu had no time to react before three slashes had already fallen. Even his thick, powerful legs began to tremble.
Bang!
The fourth slash.
Crack!
The terrifying force shattered Chen Hu's leg bones. Unable to endure any longer, Chen Hu dropped to his knees.
"What... what kind of blade technique is this?" Chen Hu asked in terror.
Each of Ye Xiwen's strikes was more horrifying than the last, as though the power of every slash had stacked upon the one before it. Its force had increased severalfold. In the past, Chen Hu had never thought much of chained blade techniques—they were merely faster. But how could they compare to this? The power actually accumulated with each strike.
Crescent Moon Slash! Ye Xiwen shouted as he unleashed the fifth slash. It seemed as though the essence of every previous strike had gathered into this one. It bore the weight of a thousand jun, and a terrifying blade shadow came crashing down.
Splurt! Chen Hu was cleaved in two by Ye Xiwen.
Everyone's gaze turned in that direction, all of them staring dumbfoundedly. The one split in half was actually Chen Hu. Compared with Ye Xiwen, an obscure disciple of the Yi Yuan Sect, Chen Hu had been famous for many years. He was the second-in-command of Qingfeng Stronghold, infamous throughout the region.
Yet he had died like this at Ye Xiwen's hands. The outcome left them all shaken.
Watching the ferocious Ye Xiwen, the many martial artists sucked in cold breaths and swallowed hard.
"Damn, isn't that a little too fierce?"
One martial artist voiced what nearly everyone was thinking.
Chen Hu had been famous for so many years, but Ye Xiwen was only how old? He was not even twenty, yet he could cleave apart a peak Houtian Eighth Stage martial artist. His future was simply boundless!
"Second Brother!" Chen Long cried out in grief and fury. "Qingfeng Trading Company, from this day onward, Qingfeng Stronghold and your Qingfeng Trading Company will fight to the death!"
With an enraged roar, Chen Long charged at Wang De Ying like a mad demon, viciously swinging his Wolf Tooth Club at him.
"Seeking death! Do you think you can turn this around?" Seeing Ye Xiwen kill Chen Hu, Wang De Ying was instantly overjoyed. His swift blade became even faster, like a frenzied whirlwind. The fast blade was nearly without a trace; this was another kind of speed entirely compared to New Moon Slash, and the blade wind formed a storm.
Wang De Ying had already been stronger than Chen Long, and Chen Long had lost all composure because of Chen Hu's death. Though he had become more violent, he posed even less threat to Wang De Ying, who specialized in speed. Chen Long had completely lost all order to his attacks.
Sure enough, before ten exchanges had passed, Wang De Ying slashed out and killed Chen Long.
With both Chen Long and Chen Hu, the two leaders, slain, the remaining bandits of Qingfeng Stronghold immediately scattered in all directions.
But Wang De Ying had already worked himself into a killing rage and immediately shouted, "Kill every last one of these bastards!"
How could these leaderless bandits possibly stand against the Qingfeng Trading Company guards, whose blood was already up, and the hired martial artists? Within moments, they were slaughtered to the last man.
After the bandits had been completely wiped out, everyone silently began clearing the battlefield. After this incident, they all knew that this escort mission would likely not be smooth sailing. They needed to leave this place as quickly as possible.
"Many thanks to you, Young Master, for intervening and saving our trading company from danger!" Wang De Ying sheathed his blade and approached Ye Xiwen. His eyes were also full of astonishment. He had never expected this seemingly young Ye Xiwen to be capable of killing Chen Hu!
Though he was confident in his own martial prowess, he knew that if Chen Long and Chen Hu had joined forces, this time would have been dangerous. He had not expected that they had truly hired someone worthy of great trust.
"I merely carried out the task entrusted to me. Besides, Wang Lie and I have known each other since childhood, so helping him was only what I should do," Ye Xiwen said.
"So you are Fourth Young Master's friend!" Wang De Ying had not expected Wang Lie to know such a powerful expert. It seemed that sending him to the Yi Yuan Sect had absolutely been the right choice. "No matter what, Young Master Ye has helped our trading company greatly this time. Once we reach Tian Yuan City, there will certainly be a generous reward!"
Ye Xiwen nodded without refusing. He truly was desperately short of Spirit Stones right now.
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