Today's third update, thanks to Piaohuang for such strong support. My fingers are frozen stiff, typing is slow, and writing Gao is also quite difficult.

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"Hmph, get down here!" A middle-aged man with a solemn expression snorted coldly, activating his Super state. A pair of long whiskers sprouted from his forehead—he was a Flea Super. Wielding a battle saber, his figure shifted, leaping up from the ground to charge at Ye Chen. His movement was blindingly fast, like a meteor strike; the saber light flashed once, and the very void seemed to be cleaved apart.

Ye Chen looked at him without the slightest hint of joy or sorrow. His emotionless eyes seemed to pierce through the man's heart, causing the man’s expression to shift subtly. Following this, the killing intent in his eyes intensified. Instead of retreating, he advanced, rushing even faster.

Ye Chen softly exhaled a single word: "Die."

With a flick of his wrist, the blood-red battle saber seemed to become instantly energized, unleashing a soaring saber aura. It was utterly devoid of flourish, like the Divine Axe that splits the heavens, crashing down. Before the blade even reached him, the man’s entire set of clothes began to ripple violently in the wind. A crimson glare seemed to expand in his pupils, and his heart convulsed violently; the blood in his body felt instantly frozen. The speed of this swing left him with no path to evasion. Then, a thunderclap exploded directly overhead.

Shhh-chunk!

The man’s body ruptured from the middle, split perfectly in twain.

The wind intensified, howling like a legion of dancing demons sweeping across the land.

"Those who enter five zhang, perish!"

As the man's corpse fell, Ye Chen’s icy gaze swept over the entire assembly, instantly dropping the temperature of the surrounding heaven and earth. Everyone was startled, but seeing the sea of people surrounding them, and the figures of Long Zhixiang and a few others at the very front, they hesitated for a moment before charging forward again.

A cold light flashed in Ye Chen’s eyes. He leaped down from the body of the Python Serpent, landing with his feet spread like the legs of a tripod, causing the earth beneath him to crack apart. Shards of stone jutted up from the ground as a fierce gale whipped through his dark hair. He raised his head—these were a pair of chillingly cold eyes.

"Kill!"

"He's alone! All of us, attack him together!"

Many small guild members roared and rushed forward. Some even lunged toward the Python Serpent’s carcass, attempting to hack off a piece with their weapons to fish in troubled waters. However, they quickly discovered that the serpent’s body was immensely tough; their weapons were utterly incapable of cutting through the scales.

Ye Chen, gripping the three-zhang blood-red battle saber, looked at the charging Blood Blade, Long Zhixiang, and Wu Hao. A flicker of savage aggression sparked in his eyes. He took one step forward; the raging winds of heaven and earth seemed to hold their breath. The blood-red saber hummed menacingly, radiating cold, murderous intent.

"Die," the chilling word scraped out between his teeth. A flash of erupted from his hand. Several Werewolf Supers and Flea Supers who had rushed toward the Python Serpent’s corpse let out tragic cries as their bodies were bisected and exploded.

Ye Chen gave his wrist a sharp shake and slapped his blade down like a board across the corpses of those few individuals. With a thump, the gore was pulverized into a bloody mist that billowed outwards. Those rushing from behind were struck with terror. They hadn't expected Ye Chen to be so ferocious; they were all Supers, yet he slaughtered his peers effortlessly.

Ye Chen drew a line across the ground where the crowd was about to charge. With his physique’s inherent strength, every movement was incredibly swift; in the blink of an eye, the horizontal line was drawn. He stepped back, positioning himself inside the line, and stated coldly: "Step over this line, and you die."

These words fell like a bucket of ice water, shocking everyone into sobriety. Especially the three leaders at the front—Long Zhixiang and the others—staring at the mere foot-wide line before them, uncertain whether to cross or stop. They had witnessed Ye Chen’s strength; even in their Super modes, they felt a distinct lack of confidence in a straight one-on-one duel.

"Let's all go at once! We can definitely kill this guy!" Blood Blade stared at Ye Chen, his tone sinister.

Long Zhixiang frowned. "Don't be reckless. It’s not too late to kill him once his Super time runs out."

Wu Hao agreed: "That makes sense."

Immediately, the three of them halted at the edge of the line. Seeing their three major leaders cease their attack, the rest were awed by Ye Chen’s deterrence and were forced to stop as well, suppressing their impulses.

Ye Chen swept his cold gaze over the trio, a faint hint of mockery in his eyes. He inverted the blood-red battle saber, planting its point in the ground, letting it wave slightly in the wind. He turned and reached for a gap between the Python Serpent's scales. Using immense monstrous strength, he brutally tore the carcass apart, plunging his hand inside, and began dragging it toward the Runic Space.

"Not good!"

"He wants to devour this Python Serpent corpse too!"

"Stop him quickly!"

Long Zhixiang and the other two changed expression drastically and roared in unison, crossing the line and charging forward. A cold light flared violently in Ye Chen’s eyes. He dropped the Python Serpent corpse, his figure shifting faster than Long Zhixiang and the others by several times, reaching his blood-red battle saber. He gripped the hilt and began drawing it out inch by inch.

"Die!" Ye Chen glared at Blood Blade, stomping his foot so hard the entire hillside trembled slightly. Everyone was astonished; they hadn't realized Ye Chen’s power was this terrifying. Seeing the murderous intent in Ye Chen’s eyes, Blood Blade’s heart turned cold, and he scrambled backward. But people were still surging in from behind, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

Ye Chen dragged the battle saber, taking heavy steps—stomp, stomp, stomp—toward Blood Blade, each footfall sounding as if he were treading directly on Blood Blade’s heart. His face was pale, overwhelmed by a lonely feeling of having no support. He let out an enraged roar, charging at Ye Chen like a cornered, dying wolf.

Ye Chen gave a grim smile and flung his saber out. Several nearby Super powerhouses who failed to dodge had their bodies cut open. Their animal hide armor offered no resistance to the keen edge of the blood-red battle saber. Blood Blade seemed to know he couldn't meet the blow head-on, letting out a savage roar as he swept his own saber up in an oblique rising slash, deflecting the trajectory of the blood-red blade.

But he had underestimated Ye Chen’s strength!

With a loud bang, the battle saber in his hand was shattered by the impact. Ye Chen strode forward, appearing right in front of him, and threw a punch that struck Blood Blade squarely on the face. The lightning in the sky seemed to brighten for an instant.

Shhh-splat!

The punch landed, and Blood Blade’s head exploded.

Blood spattered onto Ye Chen’s face. He licked his lips, staring greedily at the remaining figures, and charged forward with his saber. Wherever his three-meter blood-red battle saber passed, no one could withstand it!

Ye Chen plunged into the crowd, sweeping his long saber. All sorts of formidable Ant Supers, Flea Supers, Bee Supers, and others were instantly slain, cleaved into multiple segments.

"That blade is too fast!"

"Get his blade!"

Many people charged forward in terrified rage, aiming for Ye Chen’s weapon. Just then, the blood-red battle saber cut into a young man, who roared and grabbed the weapon, attempting to wrench it backward. At the same time, several others rushed in from the side, swinging their own weapons at the wrist gripping the saber.

CRACK!

Not far away, a sniper bullet streaked across the air, aimed directly at Ye Chen’s temple.

A murderous glint flashed in Ye Chen’s eyes. He looked at the two or three Ant Supers who had managed to grasp his saber, and gave a cold laugh, releasing his grip. These few men lost their balance as if in a tug-of-war, clinging to the blood-red saber as they were pulled backward. At that moment, Ye Chen’s hand shot out with lightning speed, pinching the bullet between two fingers. He stared toward the embankment not far away and hurled it back with tremendous force. The bullet zipped—whoosh—back with even greater velocity than it arrived. A sharp scream echoed, followed by complete silence.

"He's lost his weapon! Everyone, attack now!"

"Kill!"

Seeing Ye Chen disarmed of the blood-red battle saber, many felt a surge of excitement and rushed him.

Ye Chen gave a grim smile and took a step out, charging toward the nearest Super powerhouses. One of them, a Wolf Super, roared and raised his broad, black battle saber, bringing it down heavily upon Ye Chen’s head. The edge was razor-sharp, tearing the very air apart.

Ye Chen’s eyes were as dark as the stars, fixed on the man’s eyes. He swung a fist, connecting with the side of the blade. With a bang, the battle saber was actually broken in half by a single punch! Ye Chen closed the distance, seizing the man by the throat. He let out a low growl, raising his fist and bringing it down hard on the man's nose bridge. The entire head shattered spectacularly.

The surrounding people were horrified. Just then, an Ant Super man crept up behind Ye Chen and thrust his long spear forward. As if possessing eyes in his back, Ye Chen didn't even look, pivoting and kicking out a foot, slamming it into the man’s stomach. The abdomen caved in completely, kicked through to create a bloody hole!

Ye Chen snatched the man whose head he had just blown apart, holding him by the ankle. With a guttural roar, he swung the corpse around, sweeping it toward the people charging in from all sides. It smashed into a youth holding a battle saber, who couldn't dodge in time. His skull burst upon impact, and the two bodies collided and exploded together.

Shhh-thwack!

A saber light, like something from the underworld, struck Ye Chen’s back. Due to the limited quality of the blade, it failed to cut through the animal hide armor covering Ye Chen. His eyes turned red as he turned to see the youth holding the saber, his face a mask of shock, seemingly unable to believe that his full-strength blow had failed to kill Ye Chen.

"Die!" a chilling voice rang out. Ye Chen took one step, cracking the ground, causing the earth to sink slightly. He threw a punch toward the youth’s head, like a comet striking. The youth’s eyes widened; he had no time to evade before his skull exploded. Immediately, Ye Chen grabbed his shoulder and ripped with brutal force.

Rip!

The youth’s body was torn in half, intestines spilling out messily. Blood saturated Ye Chen’s hair and animal hide armor. He grinned savagely and hurled the bisected corpse into the crowd.

"Devil! He’s a devil!"

"He’s an Ant Super, how can he possess such terrifying strength?"

"Run! Don’t push me, damn your mother!"

The mob that had been surging forward now scattered in all directions. They had not anticipated Ye Chen being this overwhelmingly powerful; even without the blood-red battle saber, he could fight legions with his bare hands.

Ye Chen stood amidst the pile of dismembered corpses, looking at the strange and fearful gazes cast his way, his icy eyes growing colder. He gave a grim smile, turned, and focused on the few men still clutching his battle saber. He raised a finger and commanded: "Drop it."

Those Ant Supers trembled in fear, their bodies shaking violently, and quickly dropped the blood-red battle saber to the ground. They turned to flee, desperately asking themselves if they had gone mad to dare seize the weapon of this demon—it wasn't just courting death, it was outright suicide.

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