NOVPUB"They’ve really come?" Jiang Yan’s beautiful eyes trembled violently, as if a tranquil lake surface had been disrupted by a large stone, stirring waves of panic.
An ominous premonition rushed into her heart like a surging tide, quickly overwhelming her and draining all the color from her originally delicate and charming face, leaving it as pale as paper.
Her petite body couldn’t help but shiver, betraying her inner terror.
She knew well that Chen Nan was extraordinarily strong.
But at this moment, with the adversaries approaching aggressively and still hidden in the shadows, she didn’t know whether Chen Nan could defeat them.
"With the Daoist here, what’s there to fear?"
A meaningful smile appeared on Chen Nan’s face.
Since stepping into the Qi Refining Stage Third Layer, his powers had transformed and enhanced dramatically, like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon.
Now.
Ordinary opponents were no more than ants in his eyes, barely even arousing his interest to strike.
The night sky, like a vast and heavy piece of black silk, weighed heavily above the campsite, shrouding the entire world in its mysterious and oppressive embrace.
Eight assassins, like specters roaming quietly in the dark night, were dressed uniformly in black, blending into the night.
Their footsteps were as light as those of felines on the hunt, extremely cautious, measuring the deadly distance to their prey and exuding a chilling aura that could freeze the soul.
As they silently approached the campsite of Chen Nan and Jiang Yan.
The leader of the assassins extended a long, cold finger to his lips, gesturing for silence.
In an instant.
The group dissolved like ink into the night, seamlessly vanishing among the surrounding grass and shadows.
Only pairs of cold, wolf-like eyes peered out from the depths of the darkness, locking firmly onto the two people below the canopy with real, icy glimmers.
The intense killing intent seemed tangible, like frost that spread rapidly before the eyes, instantly enveloping the peaceful and serene campsite in the rotten, cold breath of death.
Beneath the canopy.
Chen Nan, like a keen hunter, precisely captured that faint, creeping aura of danger.
His movement gentle and steady, he lightly patted Jiang Yan’s shoulder, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
Jiang Yan slowly lifted her eyes to look at him.
In that moment their gazes met, she seemed to see determination and confidence in Chen Nan’s profound eyes, and she tried to calm herself. But her slightly trembling lips still betrayed the fear deep in her heart.
Chen Nan slowly rose to his feet, his posture as upright as pine and cypress trees, proudly standing amidst the perilous night.
He appeared to casually stretch and move his limbs, but his muscles were tense like a fully drawn bowstring, each one ready to unleash explosive power, like an imminent volcanic eruption full of destructive and fiery energy.
His eyes were calm and deep, like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, and his lips curled into a mocking smile, as if ridiculing the enemies’ foolish courage.
"Just a bunch of rats. Since they’ve come, why hide in the shadows?"
Chen Nan’s voice, deep and resonant, boomed like a great bell across the silent night sky.
The sound waves spread like a surging tide, making the air around them seem to tremble.
The assassins, upon hearing this thunderous noise, knew their whereabouts had been exposed and that there was no longer any need to hide.
Instantly,
they burst forth like evil spirits surging from the depths of hell, their black figures like black lightning jumping out from every direction.
In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Chen Nan and Jiang Yan at the core, forming a tight and impenetrable circle of death.
The sharp blades in their hands, under the flickering campfire light, glinted with a chilling cold light.
The leader of the assassins had a frosty look in his eyes and spoke with disdain, "Ha, a foolish boy who doesn’t know whether he’s alive or dead, you dare to speak so boldly here?"
His voice was filled with contempt and disdain for Chen Nan, as if Chen Nan were nothing more than a speck of dust in his eyes.
"Dare to treat us like rodents, are you sick of living? Motherfucker, in our eyes, you’re just an ant we could crush at any moment!"
Another assassin jeered with a shrill voice, "Look at how frail you look, and you even brought a girl out to court death; it’s utterly ridiculous."
His gaze roamed lasciviously over Jiang Yan, filled with greed and lewdness: "I’ll kill you first, and after you’re dead, we’ll enjoy the girl thoroughly."
The other assassins, although silent,
had gazes filled with blatant lust towards Jiang Yan, their eyes like starving wolves staring at a plump lamb.
After all, this schoolgirl, with her exquisitely beautiful face and gracefully curvy figure, was truly one in a million.
In their twisted hearts, to be able to freely defile her was surely an experience that would bring extreme pleasure and exquisite bliss.
Chen Nan remained calm, his lips slightly curving up in a disdainful cold sneer, "Just the few of you dare to spout nonsense in front of me?"
"You’re asking for death!" One assassin was deeply enraged by Chen Nan’s words, like a lit pack of dynamite, and exploded in fury.
He could no longer contain his murderous intent and charged out like an arrow released from its bow.
The dagger in his hand drew a chillingly brilliant arc in the air, which seemed like the grim reaper’s scythe with its sharp wind whistling, aiming directly toward Chen Nan’s throat.
This strike was as fast as lightning and immensely powerful, as if it could tear through the air, the force seemingly ready to instantly reap Chen Nan’s life.
If it had hit, it would have certainly been a fatal blow, resulting in a violent and bloody death.
However, Chen Nan’s reaction was ghost-like. He deftly dodged the lethal strike like a wisp of smoke.
In the assassin’s moment of shock, Chen Nan, like a dragon extending its claws, accurately grabbed the assassin’s wrist, and then with a fierce twist,
there was a "crack"—the crisp sound of breaking bones echoed unnaturally in the quiet night. The assassin’s wrist twisted grotesquely out of shape, and the dagger flew out of his hand.
Chen Nan showed no mercy. With a gust of wind under his feet, he landed a kick on the assassin’s chest.
That kick, containing the force of a thousand jun, was like a Heavenly God’s wrathful strike.
The assassin’s body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, and he crashed heavily onto the grass several meters away, kicking up dust. He then curled up on the ground in agony, emitting bouts of painful groans.
His voice was painfully hoarse, like a tormented ghost wailing, making the atmosphere at the scene instantly tense and oppressive as if the shadow of death had completely enveloped the campsite.
Seeing their companion kicked away by Chen Nan,
the other assassins simultaneously gasped in shock, their eyes revealing an incredulous glimmer.
They had never dreamed that this young man before them would be so formidable!
