e and children, forcibly dealing with him would lead to endless trouble.Ye Bufan saw his predicament and said, "Since what we say is not enough to convince them, let the Huo family speak for themselve...Zhao Xingkong met Ye Bufan's gaze, his heart tightened, and for the first time in his life, he felt fear.

Formerly, as the core disciples of the Seven Great Aristocratic Families, immortal cultivators under a thousand years old who had reached the Immortal Monarch level were simply dragons among men, looking down upon all others.

But now he truly felt fear, especially seeing the terrible state of Zhao Xingkong and Han Lingkuang right before his eyes.

This person not only dares to kill these young masters from prominent families, but also has the ability to do so.

No, I'm not his match. Let's run!

He originally came to hunt down the other party, but now realized something was wrong, turned around and ran, nothing was more important than his own life.

But it was too late, at this point Ye Bufan would never let him leave.

Zhao Xingkong had just turned around when a figure appeared in front of him, punching directly at his face.

"This..."

He didn't expect the other party's speed to be so fast, he couldn't even escape. Helplessly, he could only meet the attack with a punch of his own.

Two fists collided, and the sickening crunch of bone echoed as his arm was brutally shattered into a bloody mess.

In terms of strength, he was on par with Han Lingkuang and Jian Juechen, and the results were no different.

A single punch shattered his arm, followed by another that pulverized him into a bloody mist. The third blow annihilated his soul.

And just as Ye Bufan had finished his third punch and hadn't even caught his breath, a figure suddenly appeared from the ground like a ghost.

This is a man in black, his movements like a ghost, hidden underground without anyone noticing.

As a top-tier assassin, what I excel at most is hiding and finding the opportune moment.

He had been secretly observing the situation underground for a long time, and finally his chance to make a move arrived.

At this moment, he held a foot-long mace in his hand. It looked dull and black, with no discernible sharpness, yet it emanated an aura of endless killing intent.

Silently and lightly as smoke, the assassin's armor-piercing cone in his hand drew a black streak, piercing fiercely towards Ye Bufan's back.

The speed was simply too fast, exceeding the range of human vision.

Ye Bufan had just finished his attack when he immediately sensed the danger behind him.

He bounced lightly on the balls of his feet, shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow, trying to evade the blow from behind.

But his speed was fast, the black-clad assassin's even faster, keeping pace with him step for step, the mace in his hand getting closer and closer.

Now or never, Ye Bufan didn't even have a chance to retaliate.

As soon as there's a moment's pause, the armor-piercing cone will pierce right through.

Desperately, he did everything he could to shift his body horizontally, hoping to evade the attack.

The result was still disappointing. As a top assassin, I wouldn't miss any opportunity.

Moreover, the black-clad man before them had already reached the level of a celestial immortal, his movements swift as a phantom.

When Ye Bufan moved horizontally, he followed closely behind like a shadow.

And speed was increasing, using this pause, the mace in his hand directly pierced through him.

Blood spurted, a spiked lance shimmering with an eerie glow protruding from his chest.

Feeling a surge of triumph as he pierced Ye Bufan's heart, the black-clad assassin's eyes glinted with delight.

Finally succeeded, lurking for so long, the other party brought him countless shocks, especially just now, he was able to summon the Extinction Thunder Tribulation.

As an assassin, being able to slay such a peerless monster would be an honor for a lifetime.

Now, it has pierced through their heart completely. The next step is to destroy their primordial spirit.

He retracted the armor-piercing cone, waiting for the opponent's soul to overflow and strike a fatal blow.

But one breath, two breaths, three breaths passed, and Ye Bufan was still standing there, with no divine essence spilling out, not even the slightest weakening of his life force.

"What's going on"

A flicker of astonishment crossed the eyes of the black-clad assassin. He didn't understand why this was happening, but his instincts told him that something was definitely wrong.

Just as he was about to strike again, a surge of overwhelming killing intent suddenly came from beside him.

This killing intent is simply too powerful, carrying the might to destroy heaven and earth, it locked onto him with deadly precision, leaving him no chance of escape.

Any slight deviation will result in an attack that destroys both body and soul.

The black-clad assassin was filled with astonishment, he hadn't expected there to be someone beside him.

Slowly turning his head, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

I saw a figure standing beside me, holding an ancient bronze bow in his hand. On it was strung a golden arrow.

"You... you..."

The black-clad assassin was completely shocked, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Standing beside him was Ye Bufan, holding the Extermination Bow and Zhutian Arrow in his hand.

All of this was a trap he set, starting after his tribulation.

At that time, he seemed excited and took the opportunity to level the small hill. In reality, he was using the cover of flying sand and rocks to disguise himself and Ye Erlang exchanging identities, while secretly hiding nearby.

Ye Erlang's current cultivation has reached the middle stage of Immortal King, but he hasn't fully displayed his power.

All previous injuries were intentional, designed to lower the guard of the assassins hidden in the shadows.

Everything went very smoothly, the Shadow Gate people finally made their move.

The reason for letting Erlang take his place was to be able to advance when possible and retreat when necessary.

First, immortality means being fearless of assassination attempts. If possible, an immortal could even eliminate the assassin themselves.

But the other party's skill was beyond imagination. If Erlang continued to fight, not to mention whether he could be a match for them, even if he could defeat them, it was unlikely that such a strange assassin would be left behind.

>and today, too many of his secrets have been exposed. Erlang and Mie Lei Jie were all his trump cards, and he had killed Jian Juechen, Han Lingkuang, Zhao Xingkong, and so many other Immortal Kings.

For this very reason, there was no way to let the other party leave alive, so he directly used the Annihilation Bow.

The black-clad assassin's horror hadn't subsided yet. As the pinnacle of the Shadow Gate, he had seen and known much, but this situation was unprecedented.

Another Ye Bufan stepped forward, then who was it that I had just assassinated

A clone, that's impossible. If it were a clone condensed from Xian Yuan, it should have dissipated long ago; there's no way it could still be standing there.

There is no doubt that this is a physical entity, not a celestial element condensation.

If it were a puppet, then that wouldn't be possible. There was still blood on my own broken-arm spike, and I could clearly feel the other person's life force and heartbeat.

Even if he were knowledgeable beyond measure, even if he racked his brains, he wouldn't be able to figure out how Ye Erlang came into existence.

Ye Bufan didn't make a direct move. He had used the Mie Ri bow before, and its power was simply too great. Once fired, there wouldn't even be any remains of the opponent, which would be a waste of the storage ring.

He issued a direct command, Ye Erlang turned around and snatched the storage ring from the black-clad assassin's hand.

The man in black was increasingly shocked. What was going on His heart had been pierced, yet he showed no sign of being affected.

Seeing the ring in his grasp, Ye Bufan said: "I'll give you a chance. Tell me who wants to kill me, and I'll spare your life!"e to compete in a wooden puppet duel, he wouldn't be able to muster even half his usual power, let alone stand a chance of winning.Su Caiwei beside him immediately became angry: "Can you have any sham...