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... "Die!" The icy voice issued from Ye Chen’s mouth, flat and absolute, like a death sentence passed upon a condemned prisoner.

His figure moved, shoving aside the ordinary warriors before him. These common soldiers were like ants trying to shake a tree; with his Level 150 physique, a single charge sent them all flying.

Swish! Swish!

Swish! Several steel sabers slashed down from behind Ye Chen, imbued with fierce cutting force.

Ye Chen completely ignored them, walking straight toward the man ahead, his own saber raised. The steel blades struck the Ruan Snake scale armor on his back, only to be mildly repelled, failing to leave even a scratch on the plated scales.

The attackers felt a flicker of shock in their eyes. They couldn't believe their full-force strikes couldn't even breach Ye Chen's armor.

Just how incredibly strong was this scale plating? Thump!

Thump! Thump!

Several bullets zipped from the rooftops of distant buildings, firing down from above, aimed directly at Ye Chen's head. Ye Chen’s expression remained serene.

He abruptly quickened his pace, evading the bullets. He then swept the man in front of him aside with his great saber and closed the distance to the target.

His arm flicked, and he brought his saber down directly toward the man's face. "Superman State!" Seeing Ye Chen smash through the encirclement of hundreds of people, the man's face inevitably changed.

He quickly activated his Superman State. A single antenna slowly sprouted from his forehead, his skin darkened slightly, and his eyes turned completely black.

He took a step, and the ground beneath him exploded. Feeling the surge of power flooding his body, the man stared down at Ye Chen with disdain and sneered, "You think you can still run rampant in the base city alone?

If you dare activate your Superman State, just wait to die! Once you’re out of your state, you won't even be dust!

I might as well take you down with me!" Ye Chen glanced at him coldly. This man was an Ant Superman; his strength must have reached over a thousand levels!

However, ants only increased brute force and physical toughness; they were still quite weak in terms of speed. No one understood the Ant Superman's weakness better than Ye Chen!

A cruel arc curved his lips. His figure suddenly darted backward.

The surrounding fighters thought he was fleeing and quickly tightened their perimeter. The man sneered, moved swiftly, and pursued Ye Chen.

"Die!" The man drew the battle saber on his back and brought it down in a sweeping arc toward Ye Chen's face. Ye Chen didn't meet the attack head-on.

Although the quality of this man’s saber couldn't damage his scale armor, the sheer force behind the blow could injure his body. He planted his feet quickly, dodging the strike.

A hint of anger flashed in the man’s eyes. He was certain that if the blow had landed, he could have cleaved Ye Chen in two, but he missed!

He had power, but he couldn't hit his opponent! As he dodged, Ye Chen flicked his fingers twice, sending out two streams of concentrated force.

These condensed into two small Qi Swords aimed at the man’s eyes. The man himself only possessed a Physique Level of 40.

The Ant Superman augmentation hadn't enhanced his vision, placing him in the same predicament Ye Chen had exploited when killing the Blood-toothed Tiger. He couldn't see his opponent move!

Back then, Ye Chen could rely on his hearing to locate the Tiger because its massive body created a terrifying wind shear when it ran, capable of kicking up sand and stones. Ye Chen’s own movement generated very little wind, and by the time the Tiger perceived him, the blade was already slicing toward its neck.

Most importantly, Ye Chen commanded Qijin (Qi Force)! Invisible and intangible, those who had not awakened their talents could not see Qijin!

Shlck! Suddenly, two sharp gusts of wind hit the man’s face.

He was greatly alarmed and instinctively raised his hands to block, but he was a step too slow. A sudden, tearing pain shot through both eyes.

"Aaargh…" The man clutched his eyes, screaming mournfully. Just then, Ye Chen blurred past and materialized beside him.

The battle saber he held drew a horizontal cut, creating no wind resistance—it looked like a beam of light! Crack!

The man’s head flew high into the air. A pillar of blood erupted from his neck, spattering the metallic ground with shocking, dark stains.

Dead? Silence descended upon the entire scene.

An Ant Superman expert had been slaughtered by Ye Chen so easily? Dammit!

This was a powerful offensive-type Superman, not as fragile as the Mosquito Beast Superman, yet he was finished with a single strike? Every Superman expert required countless resources to cultivate.

Only one in ten thousand had a chance to awaken successfully, making each one a treasure under such stringent conditions! Yet, Ye Chen had sliced him open like a cucumber!

Everyone on the entire street stood with their mouths slightly agape, staring blankly at the headless corpse. The body fell straight to the ground, blood oozing steadily from the severed neck, dyeing the ground a patch of crimson.

Ye Chen stood firm, gripping his three-meter-long blood-red battle saber. His black hair drifted slightly in the breeze, and his eyes beneath his brow were like twin cold stars, devoid of any emotion.

The temperature around him seemed to freeze solid. Those who had been surrounding him to prevent his escape were now paralyzed, their throats feeling choked, unable to speak for a long time.

Ye Chen stared icily at the burly man and walked toward him step by step. His bare feet made faint sounds against the metal ground, sounds that echoed in the ears of everyone present, causing many hearts to pound violently.

"Those who block me, die!" Ye Chen fixed his gaze on the burly man. The burly man stared ahead in a daze at the fallen body beside him.

His frame trembled slightly. Recalling his earlier provocation, he felt he had committed the most audacious act of his life—challenging such a terrifying monster.

This wasn't just courting death; it was suicide! Cold sweat broke out on his back.

As he watched Ye Chen approach, his great saber dripping blood from the tip, a bone-chilling dread gripped his heart. His legs shook involuntarily, and he instinctively stepped aside.

With that single step, his aura completely withered. Those behind him, intimidated by Ye Chen's sheer pressure, had initially tried to hold their ground, but seeing him yield, they quickly scrambled to make way on either side.

Ye Chen’s expression was cold, his eyes fixed forward. The crowded street ahead parted, revealing a narrow path down the middle.

As Ye Chen passed the burly man, the man’s heart leaped into his throat, and he held his breath. Just brushing past Ye Chen caused a cold sweat to soak the soft lining of his armor.

Only after Ye Chen had passed did the burly man's heart slowly settle. He watched Ye Chen’s retreating back with palpitations, a touch of terror in his eyes.

"Too terrifying. There’s no trace of humanity at all; he’s simply… simply like a primordial savage beast!" The representatives of seven or eight small guilds behind him watched Ye Chen with horrified eyes, afflicted by the illusion that if they dared show the slightest ill will, their throats would be instantly crushed!

"What dense killing intent!" "How many people has he killed to cultivate such terrifying murderous aura?" Killing monsters does not cultivate killing intent; only killing people does. It’s like the difference between someone who has slaughtered hundreds of chickens and ducks and a professional assassin.

After taking human lives, the mindset changes completely, drastically altering one’s expression and demeanor. From Ye Chen, they sensed no emotion—no rage or arrogance—only a bone-deep chill!

It was as if, in this man’s eyes, everyone was an ant, fit only to be killed! Ye Chen dragged his blood-red battle saber, his headscarf fluttering, as he walked down the street into the distance.

On the street packed with tens of thousands of people, there was utter silence, broken only by the occasional sound of someone dropping an item in shock, and the sound of Ye Chen’s footsteps... Step!

By step! Moving toward the distance!

Not a single person dared to step forward to stop him! When Ye Chen disappeared around the street corner from their sight, the burly man did not immediately issue an order to pursue.

Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a measure of fortune. If Ye Chen had gone on a rampage, perhaps not a single person present would have survived!

"Boss, shouldn't we pursue him?" A young man approached, hesitation in his voice. The burly man turned and glared at him, cursing furiously, "Are you brainless?

Didn't you see that even a Superman expert was cleaved down by a single strike? Damn it, that was an Ant Superman expert!

If he’s not a match for him, what good would pursuing do? Go kill your own mother!" The young man nodded sheepishly and retreated.

This burly man was merely following orders. After witnessing Ye Chen’s terrifying power, he dared not pursue further.

At worst, he’d face a reprimand for failing his mission back home, which was far better than losing his life! "Hey, Long!" Beside him, a man with an unexpectedly refined air watched Ye Chen’s receding figure.

After a long moment, he suddenly seemed to recall something and asked the burly man suspiciously, "Why is he heading in that direction?" The burly man paused, then remembered something. His face changed drastically, and he exclaimed in alarm, "Bad!

That's the location of our guild's headquarters!" The surrounding people exchanged glances, a hint of shock crossing their faces. The guild headquarters?

Could this lunatic, already wanted, be heading to their main office to launch an attack? ...

Ye Chen dragged his battle saber toward the headquarters of the Dragon Soaring Guild. Along the way, numerous figures pointed him out from the sides.

Many people’s eyeballs nearly popped out when they saw him. They were astonished; if they hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, they never would have imagined that this wanted man was currently strolling brazenly down the city streets.

Some people wanted to step forward to challenge Ye Chen, but the sight of the three-meter-long, blood-red battle saber in his hand made them stop in their tracks. "Isn't that that terrible guy?" "He’s still in the city.

Does he not fear the guilds hunting him down?" Everyone felt shocked and speechless, quickly moving away from Ye Chen, standing at a distance pointing and whispering among themselves. Ye Chen paid them no mind.

"I had originally planned to use my identity in the Death God Squad to assassinate the leaders of these guilds who secretly commit acts detrimental to humanity, but I didn't expect my identity to be exposed so quickly," Ye Chen sighed inwardly. As he passed a public bulletin board displaying wanted posters, he casually flicked his wrist, and the blood-red battle saber swept out!

Shlck! The bulletin board was sliced clean off and crashed to the ground.

The murmuring crowd instantly fell silent, but when they saw Ye Chen make no further aggressive moves, they relaxed and began to follow him cautiously, wanting to see what this great demon intended to do? News of this spread rapidly—from one person to ten, then to a hundred.

Many people in other areas who were selling beast hides or dining in hotels heard the news, grew stunned, and hurried over. Even some street vendors, seeing their customers disappear, quickly packed up their stalls and followed to watch.

As a result, before long, the crowd following Ye Chen reached several hundred thousand people, a dark, vast mass that swallowed dozens of streets, surging forward like ants.