My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

"What"?

When Ye Xunhuan was being pursued by the top assassins of Youge, he actually pointed at the assassin leader and asked him to play with him for a while.

This is just too illogical!

The corridor was deathly quiet.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide open.

He stared intently at the assassins lying haphazardly on the ground, then glanced at Ye Xunhuan, who looked completely relaxed, his mind blank.

Those are the elite assassins of the Netherworld! Their hands are stained with the blood of countless ruthless characters!

They were all knocked down by a kick from a 50-cent plastic candy stick?

He even pointed at the assassin leader and told him to play with him.

Is this some kind of movie shoot?

Or is it a magic trick?

Lu Zhenxiong knelt on the ground, blood dripping down his face, but he couldn't feel the pain; he only felt cold all over.

He used to think Ye Xunhuan was just a gigolo who lived off women, and he thought that once he recovered, he would make him wish he were dead.

But now, looking at the armed killers lying all over the ground...

He was filled with fear, and he kowtowed even harder, afraid that Ye Xunhuan would notice him and take him in as well.

Su Qingyuan stood behind Ye Xunhuan, her heart pounding as she looked at his tall, straight back.

Just a few days ago, he was following her around, eating and drinking for free, always with a lollipop in his mouth, acting all unserious, wanting to eat grilled sausages every day, and making sarcastic remarks to annoy her.

Ask her if she wants to eat his!

But when danger really comes, he always stands at the forefront, protecting her completely.

This stark contrast left her feeling unsettled, like she was carrying a wildly beating rabbit, and her cheeks were secretly burning.

The most shocked person was Ye Zhong.

The old butler, who had been with the Ye family for over forty years and had seen countless ups and downs, suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Ye Xunhuan.

The pressure point technique Ye Xunhuan used just now had made his aged fingers tremble slightly.

Acupoint Sealing Technique!

It's actually a meridian-sealing and acupoint-striking technique!

That was a unique skill passed down from the first generation head of the Ye family. It emphasized using fingers instead of needles to seal the meridians and stop the flow of qi. Back then, the old master relied on this skill to build half of the Ye family's empire in the capital.

However, since the old master passed away thirty years ago, the complete manual of this kung fu has been lost. Even the current head of the family, Ye Xunhuan's grandfather, has only learned less than 30% of the basic kung fu.

But just now, the young master's moves were precise in identifying acupoints and the force was just right. He sealed the meridians of four people with just a plastic candy stick.

This is clearly a meridian-sealing and acupoint-striking technique at the peak of its mastery!

Ye Zhong's heart was in turmoil. He bowed even lower and looked at Ye Xunhuan with not only respect but also a deep sense of awe.

No wonder the old master repeatedly instructed before his death that if the young master returned, the Ye family would surely rise to another level.

It turns out that the young master did not waste his time on the mountain all these years; on the contrary, he picked up all the lost martial arts techniques of the Ye family!

The only one still standing in the arena, the leader of the assassins, turned green with rage.

The dozen or so people he brought were all elites of the Youge Sect, especially the four close-combat experts from earlier, who were his most capable trump cards.

In less than three seconds, they all broke?

What kind of monster is this kid?

But when he thought of the huge reward for capturing Ye Xunhuan, and the position of hall master promised by the pavilion master, he was tempted to give up.

He gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and pulled a black, silenced pistol from his waist, pointing it at Ye Xunhuan. He roared, his voice a mix of bravado and fear:

"Don't come any closer! I'll shoot if you do! I don't believe you can outrun a bullet!"

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, didn't stop, and slowly took two steps forward, twirling the lollipop in his mouth, his tone as if teasing a stray dog: "Really? Then you try driving one."

"You're asking for it!"

The assassin leader was thoroughly enraged by his nonchalant attitude and slammed his finger on the trigger.

But as soon as he moved his finger, he felt a blur before his eyes, and Ye Xunhuan's figure instantly appeared in front of him.

"Click—"

Another crisp cracking sound of bone breaking.

Ye Xunhuan casually grabbed his wrist and twisted it gently, bending his entire arm at an odd angle.

The pistol clattered to the ground.

Before he could scream, Ye Xunhuan patted him on the shoulder with his other hand.

The assassin leader felt a sudden numbness throughout his body, and collapsed to the ground, too weak to even open his mouth. His eyes were filled with terror as he stared at Ye Xunhuan as if he were looking at a ghost.

Ye Xunhuan lifted his foot and lightly kicked his shoulder, shoving him aside like trash, his tone lazy:

"Go back and practice for another ten or eight years, then come back to play with your grandpa."

Just then, a slow, leisurely applause suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

"Slap—slap—slap—"

The applause was neither too fast nor too slow, but it was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent corridor, carrying an indescribable arrogance.

Everyone turned their heads sharply to look.

From the shadows at the end of the corridor, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark Tang suit slowly walked out.

He wore a black eyepatch over his left eye, while his other eye gleamed with a sharp light. A scar ran from his brow bone to his jaw, making him look particularly ferocious.

He toyed with two gleaming iron balls in his hands, making a rattling sound. Every step he took on the tiles felt like stepping on people's hearts.

He was followed by a large group of people, at least three or four hundred.

They were all carrying steel pipes and baseball bats, wearing identical black vests with exposed tattoos on their arms, looking fierce and menacing. They completely blocked the corridor, even the fire escape.

The people were packed together, and a fierce, bandit-like aura emanated from them.

The one-eyed man at the head of the group stepped into the light, revealing his entire face. He was Zhou Hu, the undisputed boss of the provincial capital's underworld!

Upon seeing Zhou Hu, Lu Zhenxiong, who was kneeling on the ground, instantly became as if he had been injected with adrenaline. Ignoring his pain, he scrambled forward two steps, crying out:

"Brother Tiger! You've finally arrived! Help me, Brother Tiger!"

"This kid's gone mad! He dared to mess with the Lu family and hurt so many people! You have to kill him! The Lu family will take responsibility if anything happens!"

Zhou Hu glanced at him indifferently, and instead of helping him up, he raised his leather shoe and stomped on Lu Zhenxiong's hand, grinding it hard.

"Ah—!" Lu Zhenxiong let out a pig-like scream, his whole body convulsing in pain.

"Useless." Zhou Hu scoffed, his tone full of disdain.

"You can't even handle a country bumpkin, and I have to make the trip myself. You've completely disgraced the Lu family."

He withdrew his foot, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground and landing directly on Ye Xunhuan. He looked him up and down, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth, the iron gall bladder in his hand whirring loudly.

"You're that wild boy from the mountains?"

Zhou Hu sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

"I heard they're somehow related to the Ye family in Beijing?"

"Their reputation is quite impressive."

"What a pity, this is Jiangnan, not the capital."

"If you're a dragon, you coil up; if you're a tiger, you lie down."

"You dare to act wildly on my turf? Don't you even know who I, Zhou Hu, am?"

As he spoke, his gaze shifted and landed on Su Qingyuan behind Ye Xunhuan. He narrowed his one eye and scanned her up and down without any attempt to hide his greed and lust.

Zhou Hu licked his lips: "This is the eldest daughter of the Su family? She's certainly quite striking in appearance."

"Break this kid's limbs later, throw him into the river to feed the fish, and this woman will be mine."

"As long as you serve me well, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury from now on."

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyuan's face turned pale instantly, and she subconsciously shrank behind Ye Xunhuan.

Ye Zhong's face darkened, and the four black-clad bodyguards immediately raised their guns and aimed them at Zhou Hu, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

Ye Xunhuan's nonchalant smile faded slightly.

He frowned, chewed on the candy, and muttered something in a low voice, but it was clearly audible to everyone:

"This is so annoying! Can't I just eat a lollipop in peace?"

He slowly pulled Su Qingyuan behind him, gently twirling the candy stick in his mouth with his fingertips, and swayed his feet forward.

"Ugh! This is boring. You're all too weak. Killing you would be too dirty for my hands!"

Zhou Hu's smile froze, then turned into a furious laugh as he fired five shots at Ye Xunhuan's head: "Kid, you're asking for it?"

"You really think you can run rampant in Jiangcheng just because you can beat up a few trash? The hundreds of brothers behind me could drown you with a single spit from each of them."

Ye Xunhuan picked at his ear, as if he hadn't heard clearly. After Zhou Hu finished uttering his harsh words, the smile on his lips became even more roguish.

"Alright, I'll give you one more chance. Kneel down and kowtow now, and I'll spare your life."