Chapter 150: The Tyrant's Fury

  It was night, and Ye Chen's room was filled with a rich aura of heaven and earth. These auras all surged towards Ye Chen's body, and the little bear cat sat on top of Ye Chen's head, its paws clasped together, wrapping around that emerald green bamboo pole that had never left his hand.

  Two whirlpools, one large and one small, each with its own rhythm, entered Ye Chen's and Xiao Xiongmao's bodies. Just as Ye Chen was cultivating, the air in this room suddenly distorted for a moment before returning to normal, as if nothing had happened.

  Ye Chen and Xiao Xiongmao didn't seem to feel anything, still absorbing the surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Suddenly, Ye Chen stopped that crazy cultivation, and the Lingyun hovering in front of him suddenly jumped up.

  The assassination intent didn't stop, and in an instant, the killing intent surged. With a fierce stab towards the empty air, the air twisted, and a man in his thirties with a terrified expression suddenly appeared in the room. This man was shocked that this long sword could actually see through his hiding technique.

  The man did not dare to resist the sudden attack of the assassin, after all, this assassin had given him a fright, and was able to break his hiding technique, which was a technique that even a fifth-stage Pre-Heaven cultivator could not detect. Now, it had been broken by a black long sword, making the man extremely cautious.

  The man who had the stealth technique actually didn't have extremely powerful abilities, only having a Fourth-Stage Innate Realm cultivation base, but he could become the guardian of a large clan and was even the personal bodyguard of the Clan Master, so his abilities were quite good.

  With a stretch of both hands, a stream of cyan air enveloped Feng Luan's hands. With a merge of both hands, the power of the Innate Realm Fourth Stage was exposed in an instant. Di Ling was actually clamped by Feng Luan's hands, and his sword trembled but couldn't escape Feng Luan's grasp.

  Just as the assassination had just come out, it encountered so many strong enemies. There were opponents with the same long sword, and there were humans with extraordinary abilities like this now, but they all made the assassination feel very depressed. This made the assassination, which was always proud to the point of arrogance, feel very dissatisfied.

  Suddenly, the killing intent of the assassin burst out with a terrifying momentum, and the assassin's body trembled even more violently as it was pinched by the wind. A chill ran up the wind's hands, causing them to ache, and involuntarily release their grip.

  The demon king took this opportunity, and with a buzz, broke free from Feng Luan's hands. It transformed into a black awn that shot towards Feng Luan. Feng Luan's face changed color, and his body moved in an instant, leaping to the side.

  The black sword's blade swept across, and Feng Huan's face turned solemn as he stared at his own clothes being slashed open with a gaping hole, almost injuring himself in the process. Despite this, Feng Huan was still shocked - what kind of sword was this? It could actually harm its wielder with its own power.

  Thinking of this, a hint of joy flashed in Feng's eyes. If it were in his own hands, wouldn't his strength be on the next level? Although that was the case, Feng didn't forget his mission here - to capture Little Xiongmao!

  First, one must complete their own tasks before they can better freely choose. The primary and secondary aspects are still very clear-cut. Lowering his head to look at Ye Chen and Little Bear Cat, he saw that both of them had already stopped cultivating and opened their eyes.

  Ye Chen looked calmly at this sudden visitor, with a cultivation base of Xiantian Realm Fourth Stage, and could hide his presence. Compared to Wuhen's body method, he was not inferior. Seeing the man's gaze cast towards himself, or rather, towards the small bear on his head.

  Watching the man rush over, Ye Chen smiled coldly and didn't move, just looking at the man. Feng Huan noticed Ye Chen's abnormality, but didn't pay much attention to it, after all, Ye Chen was only a second-stage cultivator of the Innate Realm, not in Feng Huan's eyes.

  Just as Feng Lin wanted to grab the little bear, a strong sense of crisis suddenly appeared in front of him. Without hesitation, Feng Lin chose to retreat, but his previous speed was too fast, and even if he wanted to retreat, there would still be some pause.

  At that moment, Feng Huan felt a chill in his chest, and then a piercing pain. He looked down to see that his chest seemed to have been stabbed by a dagger, with blood gushing out wildly.

  Feng Huan hastily clicked on the surrounding acupoints, controlling his own blood flow, while staring at Ye Chen in shock, not knowing what had injured him, appearing completely without warning, if it had appeared in his own throat? Feng Huan thought and thought, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

  Feng Lin stood in mid-air, looking at Ye Chen with a puzzled expression. He couldn't see through Ye Chen's moves anymore. A Second-Heaven Realm cultivator actually had so many tricks up his sleeve. Just then, Yi Ling descended from the sky and killed her way to them. A human-shaped sword spirit suddenly appeared on top of the black sword.

  The sword spirit of the tyrant was small and delicate, standing on the tyrant's body with a cool and cold face, emitting a strong killing intent all over its body. It is unknown whether it was because of some recent stimulation, but the human-shaped sword spirit now had a thick and intense killing intent that seemed to be taking shape.

  "Humanoid Sword Spirit!" Feng Huan exclaimed, and immediately his eyes burst out with unprecedented radiance. A humanoid sword spirit! This is a rare existence, second only to the legendary sword-shaped sword spirit, this is the highest level of existence!

  If one possesses such a famous sword, even an ordinary person can challenge the strong of the Innate Realm. It can be seen how precious the existence of this human-shaped sword spirit is. Even Feng Luan couldn't help but feel greedy in his eyes, and he wished to seize Xie Ling immediately.

  Fēng Huán had not yet made preparations when Yì Líng, urged on by Jiàn Líng, suddenly appeared with even greater power than before. This time, the cold air was even more condensed, and the murderous intent was boiling over, causing people to shiver as soon as they came into contact with it.

  "Hmm!" The power of Feng Huan's Xiantian Realm Fourth Stage was exposed in this moment, a cyan sword aura burst out from his body and formed a cyan longsword in front of him.

  This green long sword does not absorb the vitality of its surroundings like the Wooden Path, but this green long sword is not simple. With the appearance of this sword, a series of wind blades appear around it, each one shooting out from the green long sword.

  Feng Lian unexpectedly was a wind attribute cultivator, the sword energy he displayed carried a strong wind attribute, which made Ye Chen's expression also turn solemn.

  To know that each attribute cultivator has their own unique characteristics, just like my little sister, who possesses the ice attribute, can walk freely on the icy layer, which is not something ordinary people can do.

  The wind attribute Wind Fan issued a series of green wind blades, which struck the sword of Yu Ling with a loud crash, making it difficult for Yu Ling to move forward in mid-air.

  To know that the assassination is purely self-propelled, Ye Chen has no control at all, and being able to propel himself to face a strong opponent in the Innate Realm's fourth stage can show just how powerful the assassination is.

  Cool sword spirit, except for the somewhat human-like pale yellow cheeks, all black! A small face with a cold expression flashed out, facing the cyan sword blade, the sword spirit walked quickly on the sword.

  The small black fist slammed heavily onto the cyan sword blade, boom! The small black fist didn't know how much power it contained, and every strike made the cyan sword blade shatter.

  Jian Ling opened the way, Jian Shen, in the blink of an eye arrived at Feng Huan's front, the intense killing intent even a fool could feel.