Chapter 110: Assassination (Fourth Update)

You need not belittle yourself so harshly. The Purple-Gold Heavenly King is the way he is solely because of a lingering obsession in his heart.

It is said that in an ancient battle, the Purple-Gold Heavenly King’s negligence led to the guardians being ambushed, resulting in heavy losses.

The existence of the seed would surely unsettle those who ambushed the guardians, for who knows what means they might employ.

In my view, it is precisely because of the Purple-Gold Heavenly King’s presence that you have been able to safely endure through countless lifetimes until your awakening in this life.

Observing Ye Feng’s resentful expression, the Dragon-Jiao Demon King droned on incessantly, incessantly praising the old man.

“It’s nothing much, just a slight discomfort in my heart,” Ye Feng said with a faint smile, shaking his head.

Though inwardly displeased with the old man’s actions, if he were to meet the old man in person, Ye Feng’s happiness would surely outweigh his resentment.

“It’s good that you think this way. You’ve wasted quite some time here already. Hurry up and find the entrance to the true ruins!” Standing in the Demon King’s domain, the Dragon-Jiao Demon King exhaled deeply and continued, “The road ahead will likely be perilous. Those who have entered this place are not only from the Tianwu Empire; I estimate at least a hundred from the Holy Land have come here as well.”

Ye Feng nodded, cast one last glance at the tree bed, then turned away without looking back, moving forward.

Elsewhere in the forest, several blue-haired, blue-eyed youths gathered atop a large tree.

“Our first task upon entering is not to head to the ruins but to kill Ye Feng himself. You’ve all seen his portrait, right?” a youth in an off-white robe said, producing a drawing. Anyone familiar with Ye Feng would immediately recognize the man depicted—none other than our Second Brother Ye.

“Don’t worry! What genius could the East have? I reckon our scouts will report back today. We can manage both—kill Ye Feng and enter the ruins to seize our own fortune!”

A strange bird-like call sounded nearby as they spoke.

“He’s coming…” one of them quickly leapt down from the tree.

Shortly after, the youth who had jumped down returned, holding a small, slender fragment in his hand.

“Let’s move. The West is about thirty miles from here.”

With that, the white-robed youth led the way, leaping from the canopy and heading westward.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng continued strolling through the forest with a leisurely air, as if on a casual outing.

Along this path, he made no effort to conceal his presence. Upon arriving here, his primary goal wasn’t to enter the ruins...

The people from the Holy Land had been desperately seeking his trail, aiming to assassinate him. How could Ye Feng be any different?

The enmity of a mother’s murder is an unforgivable grudge. If the Holy Land thought their power alone would scare Ye Feng off, they were gravely mistaken.

“I suppose the Holy Land’s people should be arriving soon. It’s time to shake off those tailing me,” Ye Feng murmured to himself, then suddenly accelerated, climbing toward a large tree.

Several hundred meters away, two young men exchanged puzzled glances at Ye Feng’s sudden, inexplicable action.

“He’s running!” one shouted, abandoning all attempts to conceal himself, sprinting toward Ye Feng’s location.

Whoosh—

Just as he reached beneath the tree, two beams of golden light flashed silently, piercing his chest.

A death wish...

Seeing this, the other reacted swiftly. Drawing his longsword, he lunged the moment Ye Feng appeared.

“Heh… little lackey…”

Without a glance, Ye Feng’s golden, radiant dragon-grasping hand shot out, shattering the longsword as if it were withered wood.

At the same time, his giant golden palm struck the youth with unrelenting force.

“Let the game begin,” Ye Feng declared without another look, leaping away to hide atop a tree a hundred meters away. The Dragon-Jiao Demon King then masked Ye Feng’s entire aura perfectly.

Soon, the five youths appeared before Ye Feng.

“What’s going on?” The white-robed youth’s face darkened upon seeing two of their companions dead.

“Their bodies are still warm. That brat Ye Feng can’t have gone far. Split up and search. Whoever kills Ye Feng will claim the credit.”

Below, the five youths’ strength varied: two were at the peak of Spirit King level, the other three were Spirit Emperor experts.

Such a lineup might pose some trouble for Ye Feng in a direct confrontation, but these youths had trapped themselves, wrongly assuming they had him cornered...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The sound of rushing wind as the five scattered swiftly in different directions.

Coincidentally, one Spirit King peak youth flew toward Ye Feng’s hiding place.

His target was the very tree beneath which Ye Feng concealed himself.

Because the tree was tall and lush, standing atop it would provide an excellent vantage point to survey the surroundings.

“The first one,” Ye Feng muttered, slowly moving his body behind a branch and drawing a dagger from his ring.

The other four had not gone far; if he used his spiritual power, they would surely notice.

But as an assassin, could Ye Feng be deterred by such difficulty?

The answer was no.

The youth was caught completely off guard. As Ye Feng leapt onto the tree, the dagger moved swiftly.

A blinding flash passed over the youth’s body, followed by a sharp pain in his dantian.

He wanted to scream out, but Ye Feng’s other hand clamped tightly over his mouth the moment the dagger pierced his dantian.

If a cultivator’s dantian is destroyed, even with Spirit Emperor-level cultivation, it’s useless—he becomes no different from an ordinary person.

Crack...

With a slight twist of his wrist, the youth’s body went limp and slumped down.

Even if Ye Feng ended a cultivator’s life with a single strike, he could not guarantee they wouldn’t release their spiritual power.

After weighing his options, this was the most troublesome but necessary method.

The dagger remained embedded in the youth’s dantian; Ye Feng had no intention of pulling it out. Doing so would cause bleeding, attracting the local beasts.

Leaving the youth’s body propped against the tree, Ye Feng, like a ghost, silently crept toward another direction.

There stood another Spirit King peak youth.

Ye Feng could not guarantee a perfect assassination of a Spirit Emperor-level expert, so he chose to eliminate the two weaker youths first. Then, even if he had to face the remaining three, it would be somewhat easier.

Like a leopard concealed perfectly in the undergrowth, Ye Feng approached the youth step by step.

Whoosh—

At the moment the youth was fully alert, Ye Feng sprang forth and, with the same clean and decisive method, ended the youth’s life.