Chapter 11

In the depths of Qingfeng Mountain, a figure darted through a dense forest.

It had been three days since he killed the young master of the Zhang family. For three days, he had been fleeing through the forest. Not long after he left the cliff, he discovered that someone was hunting him down. Several times, he almost got caught.

Ye Xiwén thought to himself that this time he must have really killed someone important; otherwise, they wouldn't have pursued him for three days and nights. Moreover, it seemed that more and more people from the Zhang family were getting involved.

But Ye Xiwén did not regret it. A man of honor stands by his actions, and the young master of the Zhang family had been too overbearing!

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from behind. Ye Xiwén immediately leaped up and hid in the dense branches.

Soon, two people arrived at Ye Xiwén's previous position. One was tall and the other short, both dressed in the attire of the Zhang family's warriors.

"How did the footprints disappear here? They were still here a moment ago!" the tall, thin warrior said.

"Regardless, we must catch him. The head of the family is furious. We must capture the murderer. Once we catch him, our rise to prominence won't be far off!" the short, fat warrior said.

"Die!" The tall warrior suddenly drew his palm and struck out, his body moving like an arrow, shooting upward.

It turned out they had noticed him long ago. They were just trying to make him let his guard down.

Ye Xiwén realized he had been too careless. His experience was still lacking. The disappearance of the footprints had been a trap.

They had been trying to lull him into a false sense of security for this ambush. If Ye Xiwén hadn't remained vigilant, he would have been seriously injured by the ambush.

Ye Xiwén extended his hand, and a series of thunderous sounds erupted—eight times!

Ye Xiwén used his full strength from the start. At this point, he couldn't afford to be careless. He pressed his palm down.

"Crack!" With a crack, the tall, thin warrior's arm was broken by Ye Xiwén's strike. How could a peak Fifth Stage warrior of the Later Heaven realm stand against Ye Xiwén, who had the strength of five tigers, especially with the full power of the Eight Thunderclap Hands?

The tall, thin warrior fell with a scream.

Ye Xiwén stepped on a thick branch, and his body shot forward like an arrow, chasing after the falling tall warrior.

"Bang!" Ye Xiwén caught up and struck the tall warrior with the Eight Thunderclap Hands.

The tall warrior screamed as Ye Xiwén's strike left him a bloody mess!

One strike, and he was dead!

"Boy, you're asking for death!" The short, fat warrior, seeing his companion killed, was enraged. He punched out, the air pressure from his punch shooting toward Ye Xiwén like an arrow.

"Bang!" Ye Xiwén directly dispersed the punch's force, then lunged forward, striking out with a palm accompanied by a thunderous sound.

The short, fat warrior panicked and raised his hand to block. Without exception, his arm was broken by Ye Xiwén's palm. He screamed and rolled on the ground, then turned and fled.

At this point, he clearly understood that Ye Xiwén was not someone he could handle.

But how could Ye Xiwén let him escape? He extended his hand, and a thunderous sound erupted.

Ye Xiwén moved as fast as lightning, striking the short, fat warrior's back.

"Spit!" The short, fat warrior spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs. His vital organs were shattered by Ye Xiwén's strike.

"Boom!" The short, fat warrior's fat body took two steps forward and then collapsed.

Ye Xiwén sighed in relief. He must be more careful next time.

"Boy, you have a lot of nerve to kill someone from the Zhang family!" A figure appeared on the branch. Ye Xiwén looked up to see another young man in his early twenties, with a handsome face, dressed in black.

"It was you who wanted to kill me first. I was just defending myself!" Ye Xiwén said.

"Hmph, excuses. Even if someone from the Zhang family wanted to kill you, you should have surrendered!" the black-clothed youth said arrogantly.

"How arrogant!" Ye Xiwén said with a cold laugh.

"Arrogant? I am arrogant. What can you do about it?" The black-clothed youth laughed wildly, releasing a powerful aura that knocked down countless branches. He was at the late Sixth Stage of the Later Heaven realm.

The black-clothed youth's palm flipped, and his true qi condensed into a long knife. He slashed out, and the blade's energy cut through the air.

Ye Xiwén was startled. Condensing true qi into a weapon was a feat of the Innate realm. Innate experts could condense their qi into a powerful force, even surpassing ordinary weapons, with some being comparable to divine weapons.

The blade's energy rushed toward him. Ye Xiwén didn't dare to block it directly. Although he didn't have a weapon, the blade's energy was real.

Ye Xiwén roared and struck out with a palm, releasing a thunder-shaped true qi to meet the blade's energy.

"Boom!"

"Bang!" Although Ye Xiwén's true qi neutralized most of the blade's energy, the remaining energy still struck him, causing internal injuries.

"Ha ha, you should just surrender. Although you killed my brother, you did well, you did well, ha ha ha ha. For that, I'll leave you a whole body!" the black-clothed youth laughed.

Ye Xiwén wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a cold laugh, "You talk too much. Wanting me to surrender? Impossible!"

"Then you'll die!" The black-clothed youth's eyes flashed with madness. He wielded his true qi knife, and a blade of energy instantly slashed out.

It cut through the air like a sharp blade, heading straight for Ye Xiwén.

"Boom!" The true qi blade struck Ye Xiwén, cutting deep into his flesh. Ye Xiwén grunted in pain.

Ye Xiwén's eyes also flashed with madness. He decided to fight to the death. His strength was far inferior to the black-clothed youth, who had at least the strength of seven tigers, two more than him. The black-clothed youth also had the advantage of range. If he continued like this, he would only be on the defensive. He had to close the distance and unleash the full power of the Eight Thunderclap Hands.

The Eight Thunderclap Hands were nearly at the pinnacle. A single strike had immense power. This was Ye Xiwén's only chance.

After taking the hit, Ye Xiwén didn't retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, his true qi bursting, leaving a deep footprint in the soil. His body shot forward like an arrow.

The black-clothed youth didn't expect Ye Xiwén to withstand the blow and charge forward. By the time he reacted, Ye Xiwén was already in front of him, which surprised him. But he immediately slashed down again.

The blade's energy cut through the air!

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