"Haha, Fei Long, go easy on that pretty boy. He's still a student, you know."

Another man in black laughed merrily upon seeing his comrade rush into the tent. He wasn't into men, but his face was filled with excitement.

These tents were full of girls, and they were high schoolers, undoubtedly still virgins.

He picked a girl who looked pretty decent, both in looks and figure, and swiftly shrugged off his black suit, discarding it to the side.

"Hey pretty girl, here comes your big brother."

The man in black grinned, displaying a mouthful of yellow teeth, as he began to unfasten his belt.

However, just as he undid his belt, before he could even take off his pants, he suddenly felt a chill at his neck and reached up to touch it.

A thin trail of blood had quietly appeared across his throat.

Splurt!

As his hand reached for his neck, blood sprayed violently.

Crimson blood gushed through his fingers, impossible to staunch, dropping one bead after another onto the ground.

Thud!

A few breaths later, the man in black's pupils widened, and he collapsed onto the ground.

"Tsk tsk, she really is a feisty foreign girl."

Cold Serpent gazed at Jessica, lying flat inside the tent, with an unsettling glint in his eyes.

Whoosh!

Just as Cold Serpent was about to pounce on Jessica, a pale blue Wind Blade sliced through the night, swift and fierce.

"Lord Cold Serpent, watch out!"

Hei Feng wasn't interested in these young girls, and being at a relatively distant location, he was the first to notice the incoming Wind Blade.

Cold Serpent seemed to sense it too; his toes tapped the ground, his body swiftly retreating like a leaf.

The Wind Blade grazed his left cheek, leaving a thin line of blood from which blood began to flow down his face.

"Harm Jessica, and you die!"

A cold voice echoed through the pitch-black forest.

"Who is it?!"

Cold Serpent licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his sinister eyes searching the forest ahead, where four figures emerged.

The ones who came out were Qin Yang, Sun Tiantian, Su Qingqing, and Lu Bingyao.

Having already ripped half of Wang Shuai's pants off, the man in black emerged from the tent.

"Lord Cold Serpent, that kid is the one Ximen ordered us to deal with, and the three girls with him are the ones Ximen pointed out."

The man in black pointed at Qin Yang's group, shouting furiously.

Having his fun interrupted, the man in black was obviously displeased. He quickly pulled a handgun from his pocket and aimed it at Qin Yang.

Seeing the man in black brandish a gun, Sun Tiantian and the other two girls went pale; firearms like these pose a significant threat to ordinary people and Entry Level Ancient Martial Artists.

"Close your eyes."

Qin Yang glanced calmly at the man in black and softly instructed the three girls.

The girls trusted Qin Yang completely and obediently complied, shutting their eyes.

Bang!

At that moment, the man in black had already pulled the trigger, firing a bullet straight at Qin Yang.

"Water Manipulation Technique, Protect!"

Using the Water Manipulation Technique, Qin Yang enveloped himself and the three girls behind him, causing the bullet to fall harmlessly upon striking the watery light membrane.

Qin Yang lifted a finger, sending a Wind Blade slicing through.

Splurt!

Blood spurted wildly, and a massive head rolled to the ground.

Not wanting the girls to witness such a gruesome scene, Qin Yang flicked a finger, sending two bright red fireballs to incinerate the separated head and body into ashes.

"Impressive method."

Cold Serpent's eyes turned icy cold.

Hei Feng glanced over Qin Yang's group but ultimately focused on Lu Bingyao; Black Fire had pursued this girl earlier, and now she was here, but Black Fire was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Black Fire?"

Hei Feng demanded harshly.

"That person? He's sleeping eternally in the forest."

Qin Yang replied indifferently.

"You dare harm someone from the Dark Palace, boy, I'll take your life!"

Hei Feng's face darkened; he was close to Black Fire, and this young man dared kill him. Hei Feng's inner power surged, his robes billowing as he charged at Qin Yang like the wind.

"Hei Feng, come back!"

Cold Serpent's face changed as he shouted, feeling that the boy before him was unfathomable.

"Too late."

Qin Yang's hands formed spells, and a mass of water vapor quickly gathered in mid-air, transforming into a cloud amid rumbling thunder.

The riverside was a place where moisture converged, making his Thunder Shock Skill far more powerful here than anywhere else.

"What is that?"

Hei Feng looked up at the cloud above his head, his face changing drastically, sensing a grave danger within it.

"Thunder Shock Skill, Strike!"

Qin Yang's eyes turned cold.

Boom!

As Qin Yang's command rang out, a lightning Thunder Serpent shot down from the cloud.

"Dark Wind Shield."

Hei Feng's face changed hurriedly, his inner power surging out to form a black wind shield around him.

Thud!

The thick silver Thunder Serpent struck the Dark Wind Shield, causing fierce ripples. It held for barely a breath before shattering.

The next moment, the silver Thunder Serpent crashed into Hei Feng.

Hei Feng let out a miserable scream, slamming heavily to the ground, his hair and robes completely charred black, smoke rising from his body with no sign of life, clearly dead.

"Hei Feng!"

Cold Serpent's face shifted; Hei Feng was an accomplished Late Stage Yellow Tier Ancient Martial Artist, even he would struggle to defeat such an expert so easily.

"You're next."

Qin Yang's gaze fell on Cold Serpent.

"I understand now, you're not an Ancient Martial Artist, this isn't an Ancient Martial Artist's technique, you must have been to the Secret Realm!"

Cold Serpent's eyes gleamed coldly as he yelled.

Qin Yang remained silent, having no intention of sparing Cold Serpent. Whether killing one or two members from the Dark Palace, they would be just as dead, and this youth appeared to hold a high position within the Dark Palace, flanked by two Late Stage Yellow Tier experts.

If Cold Serpent were to escape, the Dark Palace would surely not let it slide; it might even threaten his family.

With a icy look, Qin Yang cast spells once more, gathering clouds.

Cold Serpent's expression shifted; though he was a Early Stage Profound Tier expert, far more powerful than Hei Feng and Black Fire combined, he wasn't confident he could withstand the lightning.

Cold Serpent's gaze turned urgently to a nearby large figure, Zhao Yuan, now lying unconscious due to his induced sleep.

"If you dare act, I'll strangle him!"

Cold Serpent grasped Zhao Yuan's neck, lifting his over two hundred pounds of weight and shouted aloud.

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