With a cold sneer escaping his lips, Ye Jingyu suddenly shifted the Tianzun Blade, normally slung across his back, into his right hand. A mere flick sent a glimmer of light slicing downwards toward the hidden aura below, while he subtly swayed his body to evade the stiletto thrust from the woman in the Qipao. He deftly used the momentum to gently shove her forward, skillfully placing her body to his right, positioning her perfectly to intercept the cold gleam shooting in from that direction…

The Tianzun Blade in his hand moved again, a lightning strike of motion, appearing unbelievably fast above his head, behind him, and to his left, parrying the remaining assaults. The only sounds were sharp clangs echoing through the void…

At this moment, five figures burst forth, tearing a large hole in the spot where he stood. The table before him and the dishes laid upon it were pulverized by the residual energy shockwaves of their attack…

Ye Jingyu’s body launched several zhang away, successfully escaping the encirclement.

All six individuals, including the Qipao girl, were women, each possessing peerless beauty and exquisite figures. For any man, wielding killing intent against such women was difficult; however, one of them bore a gash on her shoulder, deep enough to expose bone—evidently the one who had ambushed Ye Jingyu from below and subsequently been wounded by him…

A sweep of his divine sense revealed that the strongest among them possessed a cultivation level of Martial God Fifth Heaven… The others ranged from Third to Fourth Heaven…

This level of power was more than enough to ambush a Sixth Heaven master. Yet, since Feng Yan had harbored the intent to kill, they absolutely would not allow him to leave easily. They must have prepared contingencies; these women were likely just probing attacks?

“You possess considerable skill, but regrettably, you stand no chance against me. That was your sole opportunity, and now it is lost. You had best retreat quickly before you sacrifice your lives needlessly!” Ye Jingyu stated coolly. The Tianzun Blade in his hand now shimmered with streaks of seven-colored light, and an imposing aura flickered into visibility…

Yet, the six maidens before him showed no intention of withdrawing. They stared at Ye Jingyu coldly, their eyes brimming with murderous intent. Especially the one Ye Jingyu had wounded with a single strike; her gaze radiated pure hatred, as if she wished to tear him limb from limb…

It was understandable. Six people attacked him simultaneously, yet he hadn't struck the one in front, nor the ones to the left or above; only the one who struck him hardest had suffered? Was it simply because he wasn't as handsome as they were?

His own strength wasn't the weakest among the six. If, after this mission, he was the only one bearing injuries, wouldn't that be incredibly humiliating? It might even leave a poor impression on the Patriarch. With so many factors converging, her hatred for Ye Jingyu was inevitable.

“What? Still not leaving? Do you intend to stay and spend the night with this young master? Too bad—this young master isn’t interested in women like you!” A mocking expression crossed Ye Jingyu’s face.

Hearing Ye Jingyu dismiss them as old women, the faces of the six immediately turned ashen. They were not direct descendants of the Feng family; achieving the Martial God realm was not something accomplished in just a decade or two. Though they appeared as blossoming youths, every single one of them was well over a hundred years old.

What is a woman most sensitive about? It’s being reminded of her age. Even if they were assassins, they were still women, weren't they?

“Six Harmonies Sword Formation…” the woman in the Qipao uttered, her voice light. The bodies of the six instantly swept outward, and long swords materialized simultaneously in their hands, lunging toward Ye Jingyu. In an instant, streaks of sword qi flew everywhere. These sharp currents combined, generating a power potent enough to make even a Sixth Heaven Martial God’s heart tremble…

Perhaps due to the late hour, the tavern held few patrons, especially on the third floor where Ye Jingyu was seated—it was entirely empty. As the sword qi erupted, surrounding tables and chairs were instantly shredded into dust, and even the floorboards began to crack under the assault of such potent energy…

Facing this formidable barrage of sword energy, Ye Jingyu merely frowned slightly. He didn’t even bother to parry the incoming strikes. Clenching the Tianzun Blade with both hands, he unleashed a full-power strike directly at the wounded woman…

A blinding, seven-colored blade light flashed through the void—a blade qi far more terrifying than the sword energy—smashing down fiercely toward the injured woman…

“Why me again?” Seeing Ye Jingyu ignore the others and target her once more, the woman was on the verge of tears…

She was already injured, and the Six Harmonies Sword Formation had already drained nearly seven-tenths of her strength. Now, facing Ye Jingyu’s full-force strike, how could she possibly resist?

She roared inwardly, utterly perplexed, but sent her body flashing to the side at full speed. She had no intention of being cut down by Ye Jingyu like this.

They were assassins for the Feng family, not martyrs. They would not needlessly throw away their lives unless absolutely forced.

But the speed of Ye Jingyu’s attack was astonishing. He completely disregarded the wounds the sword qi was inflicting upon him, and despite her timely evasion, a long gash was carved into her other shoulder. An exceedingly dominating power surged into her body…

The sword qi also pierced Ye Jingyu repeatedly, but streaks of lightning manifested across his body, managing to neutralize the power of most of the strikes. Only a few stray sword energies struck him, causing only trivial scratches. Under the influence of his Chaos Body, these wounds healed rapidly, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if they had never existed…

Witnessing the lightning crackling around Ye Jingyu, the other women gasped in astonishment. This was clearly a set of battle armor, and one imbued with lightning attributes. Was it possible for anyone in this world to condense the power of thunder into armor?

How could this be? The power of thunder was the most violent force; even Venerable-level experts would hesitate to provoke it, let alone forge it into armor. Yet, this Thunder Battle Armor stood plainly before them, leaving them utterly stunned.

While the women were consumed by shock, Ye Jingyu’s body reappeared before the woman whose shoulders he had struck twice. The Tianzun Blade lifted above his head, poised to cleave down upon her once more…

Seeing the massive blade light hurtling toward her, the woman truly began to weep. One thought dominated her mind: Why me, still?

(To be continued, still typing, brothers, keep supporting!)