Chapter 75: A Helping Hand (Second Update)

  Her gaze flickered, looking at the scattered corpses on the ground, Ye Chen's eyes remained unchanged, but in that instant, they fell on Mu Chen.

  Ye Chen's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, ignoring the fearful gazes of the crowd. With a sudden leap, his figure slowly materialized in front of everyone, and he took a slow step forward. The surrounding warriors who were attacking Mu Chen retreated several steps in shock. Their footsteps sounded uniform, like they had been trained before. It was almost comical to hear, but they felt at ease nonetheless. After all, they were about to face a demon - the same one who had single-handedly slaughtered over a hundred Blood Sword members!

  "Ah!" The sound of gasps echoed out as the person who was ordered to be killed by the Blood Sword suddenly appeared.

  However, not everyone present was a soft persimmon. The burly man who rushed over from the Blood Sword still held his sword and pressed it straight down towards Mu Chen. The sound of bones shattering was so piercing that blood stains dripped continuously from Mu Chen's mouth corner, followed by a miserable scream.

  "You're looking for death!" The bland words echoed in everyone's ears, Ye Chen held his sword in his right hand and took another step forward.

  Clutching the sword in his hand, the moonlight spilled carelessly on that silver mask, the black hair behind him fluttered without wind, anyone could feel the anger hidden under Ye Chen's calm face, especially when the true energy emerged from the palm of his hand, making the big man's heart skip a beat.

  "Let him go!" The long sword slowly rose, Ye Chen's words were extremely cold, like a gust of cold wind on a winter day.

  The cold wind blew, and the cold sweat dripped down his cheeks. Everyone involuntarily took a step back, and the scene of Ye Chen's massacre became a nightmare for the Blood Sword Army.

  The big man who had just spoken out, relying on his comrades behind him, looked like he was running out of breath. He held the giant sword in his hand and tilted it slightly, causing the sword to fall onto Mu Chen's neck, leaving a sword mark on Mu Chen's neck that was originally stained with dark red blood. With a struggling face, he roared at Ye Chen: "Devil, you killed my brother! Today, I will chop this kid into pieces in front of you...I'll see what you can do to me..."

  Several members of the Blood Sword behind Da Han furrowed their brows, and among them, his brother had also died in that tragic battle. Their eyes, looking at Ye Chen, revealed a hint of hatred, and the force in their hands unconsciously increased several times. The sword wind ruthlessly swept across Mu Chen's face, and drops of blood slowly dripped down.

  At this moment, Ye Chen's figure suddenly burst out, his long sword stirring and slashing through an arc, accurately stabbing towards several big men.

  A few cold hums, several giant swords thundered in, the collision of true energy and true energy produced a burst of explosive sounds. The figure slightly shifted to the side, left hand quickly pointing out several fingers towards the void, several wind blades formed, blocking the path between Ye Chen and the big man. Then grabbed Mu Chen, both feet on the ground, took several steps in a row, left hand swung, a weak clear breeze slowly floated out from Mu Chen's figure, supporting his figure and falling forward...

  The whole process was as smooth as a cloud flowing in the water, and all the big men around were staring at him standing in the middle of the crowd, as well as Mu Chen who was far away, speechless for a long time.

  "Brother Mu, you go first!" The originally dispirited Mu Chen's figure shook, his eyes slightly raised, and he stared at the back view in shock. Under the moonlight, his long hair fluttered in the wind, and his pale face changed slightly as he bitterly said: "Ye Chen!"

  Furrowed brow and tightly closed eyes, Mu Chen struggled to get up from the ground with great difficulty. He randomly pulled out a sharp sword that was inserted into the ground, and his figure staggered towards Ye Chen.

  "Brother Mu, I'll take care of these people, you hurry up and find your young lady!" Ye Chen's voice slowly sounded in Mu Chen's ear, his face slightly changed, Mu Chen's eyes looked at Ye Chen with a complex gaze, then nodded slowly and whispered: "Take care!"

  With a sudden leap, Mu Chen's figure shook and swayed as he shot forward, several Blood Sword members trying to block his path.

  However, Ye Chen's figure appeared like a ghost beside several people, one sword cut out, blocking the path of several people.

  Suddenly, Mu Chen left, and the first great Han's face was normal. His cold eyes kept moving back and forth on Ye Chen's body, a faint smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and he coughed slightly before raising his voice to shout at the warriors around him: "Everyone, as long as we solve this guy in front of us, the reward of one million gold coins will be ours! I think about that girl in the red building, I think about my wife and children who are still suffering at home. As long as we solve him, we won't have to come to this wasteland again!"

  Helplessly rubbing his forehead, Ye Chen leaped forward, holding his sword in one hand, blocking the way of the crowd to prevent Mu Chen from being caught up.

  Although everyone knew that Da Han was stirring up the emotions of the crowd, but they couldn't resist the temptation of hundreds of millions of gold coins. They thought about how they had risked their lives for just a few gold coins, and now if they could just get rid of the black-robed youth in front of them, they would be able to obtain tens of thousands of purple crystal coins. Their fear of Ye Chen also decreased somewhat, and with a loud shout, they took a step forward together, their momentum overwhelming, as multiple sword auras simultaneously charged towards Ye Chen!

  Ye Chen's head, which had been slightly lowered, slowly rose with the arrival of the sword energy that filled the sky. A hint of cold intent flashed in his dark eyes, and the sword in his hand seemed to rise slowly, hanging in mid-air before falling, sending waves of breaking wind sounds spreading outwards from Ye Chen in all directions. The sword energy that had come pouring down from the sky like a mighty storm seemed incredibly powerful, but under Ye Chen's seemingly casual slash, it dissipated into nothingness, like the moon in water or flowers in a mirror.

  Whoosh, a burst of suction sounds rose, and the originally passionate Ye crowd immediately became rational under Ye Chen's casual sword. Cold laughter sounded, Ye Chen took a step forward, the wind attribute true energy surged out of his body, the blood on the ground flew up instantly, and the dust slowly fell to the ground!

  "Hsss..."; As Ye Chen took another step forward, the warriors surrounding him all retreated a few steps in unison, their footsteps sounding comical, but they felt at ease, perhaps only retreating could avoid Ye Chen's casual sword strike!

  The big man who had just spoken out saw that no one was taking action, and his heart couldn't help but feel anxious. His two eyeballs kept rolling around, tightly biting his teeth with a resolute face, grasping the giant sword in his hand, and charging forward with a "I'd rather die than yield" attitude towards Chongyun. At the same time, he loudly shouted: "You little rabbit, what are we, hundreds of people, afraid of you, one small kid? Brothers, charge!"

  Appearing to be a rough and unrefined Han, he was actually extremely cunning. With just one sentence, he stirred up the bloodlust in the hearts of many warriors, and also awakened their desires. Their faces were almost completely replaced with desire, as they charged towards Zhang Ye Chun with red eyes, creating an overwhelming momentum that seemed unstoppable!

  The warrior, whose mind was already filled with desire, did not notice that the Great Han had quietly slowed down his pace and slipped into the crowd, constantly retreating backwards. Just as the Great Han was rejoicing at his own cunning plan, a seemingly weak sword aura came from behind him

  Settling the commotion, Ye Chen's agile figure leaped onto the attic, his right hand holding a sword, lightly drawing out an arc. The sword flashed out, its shadow covering the ground, as three consecutive circular sword rings shot forward, striking the incoming martial artist. Blood splattered from below the sword rings, and after they passed, a cloud of dust flew up!

  The sword ring came out suddenly, and the several martial artists who were charging forward wanted to retreat, but the crowd behind them was like crazy, constantly surging forward. Those few people had no choice but to force themselves to harden their scalps and take on the sudden three sword rings. However, those three sword rings seemed powerful enough, but they lightly floated past their bodies without causing any harm. The several people couldn't help but burst out laughing: "The thunder is loud, but the raindrops are small, haha..."

  "Boom!"

  But their laughter was cut short by a cold, icy voice. Unbelievably, a bullet hole appeared on the forehead of the big man, leaving behind a small bloodstain. The big man's eyes revealed a hint of panic as he slowly fell to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he was trampled into a pulp by the crowd behind him! Looking back...