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Chen Yue pressed his advantage, his left hand gripping Zhao Lin's wrist suddenly exerting force, pulling him forward, while his long-prepared right fist slammed out.

Before the fist even arrived, the fierce killing intent and terrifying sense of oppression already made Zhao Lin's soul tremble.

He tried to break free and retreat, but his right hand was restrained, making him unsteady. In his haste, he could only manage to raise his intact left hand and hold it horizontally in front of his neck.

"Snap!"

The immense force contained in Chen Yue's fist instantly shattered Zhao Lin's finger and palm bones, and the momentum did not diminish at all, landing solidly on Zhao Lin's neck.

"puff!"

Another dull, cracking sound of bones breaking rang out. Zhao Lin's neck bent backward at an eerie angle, his eyes bulging, filled with extreme terror and despair. A hissing sound escaped his throat as blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

Chen Yue used his left hand to lift Zhao Lin, whose body was still twitching instinctively, up. As if wielding a heavy weapon, he swung the weapon fiercely at the peak of the Skin Refining Realm martial artist on the left who was swinging his sword.

The man had no idea that Chen Yue's movements would be so fast and his strength so great. He had no time to dodge and no power to block.

"Bang!!!"

A dull thud accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking as Zhao Lin's corpse slammed solidly into the martial artist's chest. The terrifying force sent the latter flying backward, crashing heavily into the earthen wall behind him.

The earthen wall trembled slightly, and dust fell in a rustling sound.

The man's chest caved in completely, with countless broken ribs. He slid limply down the wall to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. His body convulsed, and his eyes were unfocused. He was clearly not going to make it.

From Chen Yue's counterattack to killing Zhao Lin and smashing the Refining Skin Realm cultivator, the whole process was swift and decisive.

The last martial artist who broke in through the window felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his limbs turning ice cold as he looked at the scene before him.

What kind of monster is this?

Is this the alchemist mentioned in the intelligence report who might have some martial arts skills?

"escape!"

That was the only thought in his mind. What mission, what elixir, none of it mattered in the face of life.

He let out a strange cry, turned around without hesitation, poured all his strength into his legs, and rushed frantically toward the broken window, wanting nothing more than to escape the small house immediately.

"Trying to leave?"

Chen Yue snorted coldly, took a step, and caught up with the martial artist in two strides. He spread his right hand with five fingers, and with a sharp gust of wind, grabbed the back of the man's neck.

He wanted to keep one alive to find out where these people came from. If Shen Dujiang really got into trouble, his supply and sales of medicinal herbs on the black market would be affected.

The martial artist at the Body Refinement Realm felt a fierce wind coming from behind him. At this critical moment, his ferocity was also aroused. He gritted his teeth and abruptly stopped his forward momentum. His waist twisted at an odd angle, and his left hand, which had been hidden under his ribs, shot out like lightning.

"Zzzzt!"

A cold light slid out from his waist, revealing a slender, soft sword hidden in a soft sheath.

The sword trembled, emitting a faint hum, and then turned to thrust back, aiming straight for Chen Yue's heart.

This backstab was fast and ruthless, clearly a trump card to save his life, designed to force Chen Yue to retreat and create an opportunity to escape.

Chen Yue slightly raised his eyelids, his left hand neither dodging nor avoiding, but reaching out to meet the incoming sword light. In his palm, protective qi instantly condensed, faintly gleaming with a metallic luster.

"Ding!"

With a crisp clang of metal against metal, Chen Yue caught the tip of the soft sword in his left hand. The sword bent and trembled, but could not advance any further.

Catching a blade with bare hands!

It's still a soft sword infused with the full power of a martial artist in the Flesh Refining Realm!

The martial artist in the Flesh Refining Realm widened his eyes in shock. His final counterattack had been so easily thwarted.

Chen Yue's right hand fell without any hindrance, its five fingers like iron clamps, firmly gripping the back of his neck.

Just as Chen Yue was about to speak, his ears twitched slightly.

In the distance, there was an extremely faint sound of wind breaking, rapidly approaching the small house.

Are they friend or foe? Are they accomplices of these people, or...?

Chen Yue's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he made a decisive move, showing no mercy.

"Snap!"

With a sudden clench of his right hand, the terrifying force instantly crushed the neck bone of the flesh-refining martial artist in his hand. The man couldn't even let out a final scream before his eyes dimmed and his body went limp.

Almost at the same moment Chen Yue crushed the man's neck.

"Bang!"

The already somewhat rotten wooden door of the hut was kicked open from the outside, and amidst the flying wood chips, a familiar figure rushed in—it was Shen Dujiang.

However, Shen Dujiang at this moment was completely different from his usual shrewd and calculating demeanor.

His clothes were somewhat disheveled, there appeared to be bloodstains on his chest, and his face was slightly pale.

He rushed into the house, his eyes scanning the room quickly. When he saw what was inside, he froze at the doorway.

Chen Yue casually tossed the soft sword and the corpse of the flesh-refining realm martial artist to the ground, then turned to look at the dumbfounded Shen Dujiang, a slight smile seemingly curving his lips beneath his mask.

"He said he's your nephew. When did you get such a successful nephew?"

Shen Dujiang was pulled back to his senses by Chen Yue's words. His face flushed red instantly. He was both anxious and angry, and he burst out cursing:

"What utter bullshit! I'm all alone, a bachelor for half my life, and I don't have a single nephew! These bastards dare to impersonate my relatives, they deserve to die!"

After he finished cursing, he seemed to remember his important matter, and the anxious look on his face reappeared. He said urgently:

"This is not the time to talk about this, let's go! We've got a tough target on our radar, a Bone Forging Realm expert!"

I barely managed to shake them off, but they're definitely chasing after me. Damn it, if it were before I was injured, I'd have crushed this kind of trash!

Bone-Forging Realm?

"Didn't you say you'd taken care of everything on the black market? How come there's still this kind of unscrupulous and unyielding behavior?"

As Chen Yue quickly searched through Zhao Lin's three corpses, he noticed that all three had water-like patterns on their arms, somewhat similar to the flame patterns of the Divine Flame Sect, but also different.

Chen Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, found a few loose silver coins, and picked up the two packets of medicinal herbs on the table. Then he followed Shen Dujiang and hurried outside.

Shen Dujiang paused for a moment when asked the question, a hint of embarrassment and anger flashing across his face:

"It's all been taken care of! People from Youlin County usually give me some face. But this time, it's some outsiders who've come from out of town, and they don't follow any rules at all!"

Chen Yue nodded and looked at Shen Dujiang: "So how will we contact each other in the future? Are you still selling the Marrow Cleansing Pill?"

"Sell! Of course, sell!"

Shen Dujiang nodded without hesitation, his tone resolute, "However, Youlin County has been rather unsettled lately. We can't stay here any longer. We need to find a safer place first, and then we can discuss the follow-up in more detail..."

Before he finished speaking, his movements suddenly stopped without warning, and Chen Yue's brows furrowed slightly.

Deep within the narrow alley, a figure was walking slowly and unhurriedly towards them.