"Clang..."

The sound of metal clashing echoed as the Ye Family's willow blade instantly blocked the poisoned dart. At the same moment, Ye Tianfan raised his hand and abruptly pulled Ren Ningyue behind him.

But by this time, Ren Ningyue's entire body was cold, showing no signs of life. Her left chest, the location of the heart, had been pierced by the poisoned dart, leaving Ren Ningyue with no hope of survival.

Ye Tianfan's action of pulling Ren Ningyue behind him was merely an instinctive reaction.

"Yama Hall!"

Ye Tianfan's voice was exceptionally cold. Yama Hall and the Ye Family were arch-enemies, and the forces of Yama Hall that had appeared in Jiangzhou City were numerous, yet all were taken down by Ye Tianfan.

Ye Tianfan was confident that Yama Hall could no longer stir up any waves, but now they struck again with such dominance, giving Ye Tianfan no time to react as the poisoned dart pierced through Ren Ningyue's left chest.

"Ye Tianfan, how does my poisoned dart taste?" came the icy voice as a gaunt-looking man emerged on the deck.

The man was soaked, his hair and beard entirely white, holding a wooden cane in his right hand, with a limp in his left leg, walking with a hobble.

"Who are you from Yama Hall?" Murderous intent surged in Ye Tianfan's eyes. Was Yama Hall the force behind the entire incident?

Could the Nine Dragons Cup actually be in Yama Hall's possession?

No!

Ye Tianfan quickly realized Yama Hall couldn't possibly be the power behind the Nine Dragons Cup! If that were true, their strength would be immeasurable, and the Ye Family might face a grueling battle. They wouldn't wait until now to explode, even if they had some connection to the Nine Dragons Cup. At most, they were just small fry on the surface—there must be greater forces lurking behind.

"I am indeed from Yama Hall, but as for my identity, you need not ask. Just remember my face because... today, you will die at my hands!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he suddenly made a move. His right hand gently extended forward, scattering a shower of cold lights, reflecting the moonlight over the sea, killing intent permeated through the tiny cold lights.

Rainfall of Cold Sand!

The exclusive secret weapon of Yama Hall! Extremely powerful.

"Dodge!" Ye Tianfan shouted to Qin Hu nearby, then activated the mystical power within, grabbing a cup from the lounge table with his right hand.

"Swish..."

The mystical power in Ye Tianfan's palm rapidly rotated within the cup, instantly creating a powerful suction that drew in the countless cold lights from the air into the cup.

Ye Tianfan had faced this Rainfall of Cold Sand before, during the first bar encounter and then at the villa. This was the third time someone from Yama Hall had used this secret weapon, and Ye Tianfan appeared composed, handling the countless cold lights with ease. Suddenly, Ye Tianfan's brows furrowed.

"Take my palm!"

Seizing the moment Ye Tianfan collected the cold lights, the old man moved with incredible speed, appearing beside Ye Tianfan in an instant. A malicious force emanated from his right palm, attacking Ye Tianfan's chest.

"Hmph!" Ye Tianfan smirked coldly, "Then taste the Rainfall of Cold Sand yourself!"

Before the voice had faded, Ye Tianfan's right hand switched from suction to expulsion, sending the Rainfall of Cold Sand in the cup towards the old man.

Although it was the Rainfall of Cold Sand, the power differed with the user. The old man's Rainfall of Cold Sand was merely superficial, whereas each grain of Ye Tianfan's Rainfall of Cold Sand bore mystical power, making it so swift, it was nearly impossible to dodge.

Moreover, with their close distance, the old man couldn't evade, and the Rainfall of Cold Sand hit him squarely, covering his front in a vast area.

"Ah..."

The old man screamed, retreating seven or eight steps, dispersing the malicious force in his palm.

"Yama Hall, hmph!" Ye Tianfan snorted coldly, murderous aura surging around him, "In the end, just a clown that can't take the stage."

"Ye Tianfan, you'll pay the price."

The old man suddenly let out a sinister laugh, his wrinkled face twisting into a sinister expression.

Despite being hit by the Rainfall of Cold Sand, the old man was not gravely injured. After all, this Rainfall of Cold Sand was Yama Hall's exclusive secret weapon, naturally with an antidote. The old man had taken precautions, consuming the antidote before boarding to avoid any mishaps.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Three cold lights shot out like meteors from the old man's left sleeve, their speed astonishing.

Another poisoned dart!

And faster than the previous one by far!

This old man had backup! And the three poisoned darts shot in different directions, two towards Ye Tianfan, and one towards Qin Hu.

"Qin Hu, be careful!"

Given the speed of the poisoned dar, there's no way Qin Hu could dodge!

Ye Tianfan's expression changed abruptly, the willow blade swiftly shot out...

"Clang, clang..."

Two metallic clashes sounded, and the two poisoned darts aimed at Ye Tianfan were instantly knocked down. But as Ye Tianfan sought to propel the willow blade to block the dart heading for Qin Hu, he realized it was too late.

In that split second, only the sound of "clang..." was heard.

Another clear metallic clash resounded as the demon blade from Qin Hu's back unsheathed, instantly blocking the final poisoned dart.

And at that moment, Ye Tianfan widened his eyes, almost unable to believe what he was seeing. Ren Ningyue, who should have been dead with a poisoned dart penetrating her left chest, piercing her heart, was now standing again!

Moreover, her expression seemed completely unfazed, as she stood with the demon blade in her hand, her eyes full of murderous intent as she gazed at the elder from Yama Hall who'd shot the darts.

"Impossible... It's impossible. My poisoned dart has pierced your heart. You...it's impossible!"

The old man's face was filled with horror as he instinctively retreated two or three steps.

Ye Tianfan was equally bewildered, finding the situation utterly unbelievable.

"Miss, are you playing dead?"

"Spare the nonsense!" Ren Ningyue's voice was cold as an arrow leaving the string, she suddenly shot towards the old man, and the demon blade in her hand carved out a sinister arc, aiming to slash at the old man's body.

Watching Ning Yue's ferocious strike as fast as lightning, Ye Tianfan couldn't help but shake his head internally. Ren Ningyue, this woman, every move she made was a killing strike... this old man from Yama Hall was likely doomed!

"Clang..."

Yet, just as Ye Tianfan had predicted in his mind, a metallic clash suddenly sounded. Next, he saw sparks flying off Ren Ningyue's demon blade.

The demon blade in her hand.

Had actually been blocked by this old man!

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