Chapter 52: Ancient God Beast!

The courtyard was filled with shouts.

Chen Yan had just kicked away a corpse when he saw several people sitting in the courtyard eating hot pot.

One person was stuffing tripe coated in sesame paste into their mouth, while the others, after a moment of astonishment, had some screaming, some running toward the inner room, and two others striking toward Chen Yan.

"Get your weapons!"

A middle-aged man with a bare upper body and knotted muscles said this while his Qi-Blood surged around his Fist and he smashed toward Chen Yan.

"Damn it, coming here to kill people, do you not want your Fate..."

As the sturdy man spoke, a Red Glow of Qi-Blood coiled before his body; under the rapid charge, his figure grew even more robust, and his blue veins looked like blood-dragons about to break out of his body.

Facing the massive Fist about to smash into him, Chen Yan's eyelids twitched, and a Smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

This was what a Strong One was; this was what a Qi-Blood Warrior was.

Very strong, terrifyingly strong!

The opponent had come with the intent to kill him!

How ruthless!

This was what a battle was!

Thinking of this, the Smile at the corners of Chen Yan's mouth grew wider, and unparalleled vigor surged from within his body, sweeping toward his right leg.

Sss!

A mouthful of red mist was exhaled from his Mouth!

Five Force Patterns, three Tendon Patterns, three Skin Patterns, three Bone Patterns, and fourteen Extreme Satin Patterns manifested across his Chest.

Immediately, he kicked out with one leg!

Pfft!

That Fist about to smash into Chen Yan suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the previously fierce and menacing sturdy man froze in place.

In an instant, he opened his Mouth wide, looking up at Heaven with endless Rage and Scream.

"Ah!!!!"

The miserable Howling broke the entire night; the sturdy man fell down clutching his crotch, blood and minced Flesh flowing from between his Fingers, his Howling continuous.

Chen Yan kicked out, and it completely exploded.

To the side, the man who had originally raised his Knife and charged toward Chen Yan also froze in place; his eyelids twitched wildly, and his original Anger was completely washed away by the shock brought by this scene.

This was one of their only three Qi-Blood Warriors, and he was about to lose in one move.

Chen Yan glanced at his blood-stained right Foot, and the Smile at the corners of his mouth faded:

"First time taking action, a bit nervous."

He had wanted to properly witness the strength of a Qi-Blood Warrior, but he hadn't expected it to be like this.

Using such a low-down Method was his own problem.

Raising his leg again, Chen Yan kicked out at the sturdy man who was still Howling.

With Red Glow circulating, Chen Yan carried the might of the 【Eight Styles of Extreme Refinement】; this kick was as sharp as a falling star, fierce and Mammoth.

Bang!

Another watermelon exploded.

To the side, the man holding the Knife was even more astonished, only to see the Youth with blood on his face turn to look at him:

"Are you not running?"

Inside the room, one by one, men who were either bare-chested or wearing only underpants rushed out the door, looking at Chen Yan with extreme ferocity at first.

Yet the moment they saw the tragic state in the courtyard, they all stood Stun.

Yet at this moment.

Boom!

Chen Yan smashed out with a Fist, striking the opponent's Chest.

Bang!

This sound was as dull as a Bell Drum.

【Eight Styles of Extreme Refinement】!

Chen Yan's right Fist rotated, and the force struck into the opponent's heart like Thunder Element.

His body was like a furnace, his movement technique like a hurricane, his punching like Thunder Element, and his leg strikes like waves!

Rolling force surged into the opponent's body, crashing about chaotically, tearing everything to shreds.

Boom!

The man's body expanded suddenly, and in the next moment, his Chest burst open, and his organs and blood scattered everywhere.

"Weak!"

Chen Yan whispered, blood soaking his entire body; under the night, others could not see Chen Yan's expression clearly.

He was breathing deeply, and in his heart, a moment of Scream also welled up.

Reason told him he had no right to be afraid, no reason to slowly get used to these things.

So he... smiled.

He had killed someone; Horizontal Refinement killing was just this crude, just this overbearing.

Of these three, one was just entering the Qi-Blood realm, and the other two were also tall and possessed extraordinary strength.

But under his Fist, they were so frail.

Chen Yan's mouth twitched, revealing a very deliberate yet even more eerie Smile, looking toward the dozen or so men standing in front of the room door.

"Too weak."

Hiss!

It was as if a February cold Wind Element had blown through this place, a moment of silence, a moment of surprise.

"All together now, slaughter him!"

Someone roared out in extreme anger.

"Kill!!!"

Screaming, smashing sounds, Howling, and Laughter intertwined, incredibly frantic.

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"Herb... Herb... Herb!"

Beyond the Xiao Yuan, how could the Black-Clothed Man and Black-Clothed Woman not react; with their Perception at the Hundred Meridians realm, how could they not be clear about what was happening inside the Xiao Yuan.

Li Yiyi at the side had an ever-changing expression, looking somewhat stunned.

"This is the 'intellectual talent'?"

She asked, feeling something was wrong.

"Herb, this Chen Yan is using us!"

The Black-Clothed Man spoke in a low, sharp voice:

"He wouldn't be this reckless; he chose to enter directly because he calculated that we would be supervising and protecting his safety."

The Black-Clothed Woman also reacted:

"He wants to hone his combat Technique while we protect him?"

"What else?" The Black-Clothed Man's face looked ugly:

"He thinks quite well of himself, but if the mission is completed like this, I will definitely deduct his Martial Merit Points!"

He was somewhat angry; I was called over in the middle of the night by you, and I still have to act as your hired muscle?

No one treats a worker like this!

The noble families would all be crying.

Although they thought this way, the Black-Clothed Man and Black-Clothed Woman did not dare to be arrogant; their figures flashed and leaped up dozens of meters, charging toward the Xiao Yuan.

Back at the spot, inside the hay pile.

Li Yiyi's red lips parted, her Mu Jin flickering, and in this moment, she understood.

Truly understood.

Ordinary geniuses rarely accept missions that involve fighting above their level, and even if they do for the sake of Martial Merit Points, they use various schemes to complete them.

Because it is dangerous.

But they all subconsciously ignored the existence of the supervisors when they acted.

Yet Chen Yan, in going to challenge above his level, had thought of this link.

The harvest Chen Yan gained from one life-and-death battle above his level might be even greater than the mission's Martial Merit Points!

The key is, he won't die.

Awesome.

An intellectual talent!

Li Yiyi thought as much, leaped up lightly, landed on a Tree outside the courtyard, her toes lightly touching the leaves without falling, and looked into the courtyard together with the Black-Clothed Man and Black-Clothed Woman.

Just as she was about to praise him, she fell into even deeper Silence the next moment.

This...

They saw that inside the Xiao Yuan, there were Corpse remains everywhere, severed limbs and arms scattered about, extremely bloody.

A Youth covered in blood was walking out of a room on the second floor, throwing a headless Corpse down from the second floor.

Brutal, bloody, even causing some physical discomfort.

Most importantly, the one who caused all this was just that seemingly harmless Youth.

Harmless?

The other party was now covered in blood, simply like a god of slaughter who had just walked off a battlefield.

"Scary," the Black-Clothed Woman murmured.

How could this not be scary?

Li Yiyi and the Black-Clothed Man pressed their lips tightly together, not speaking.

Yet in their hearts, waves were rolling; wasn't it said this talent had only just entered the Martial Dao?

Wasn't it said this was his first time accepting a mission above his level?

Wasn't it said the other party was only Seventeen?

What is this?

Chen Yan wiped the blood off his face; his Skin was twitching constantly, and everything he had experienced today caused his Spirit to surge.

He didn't know what kind of emotion it was, but at this moment, Chen Yan found it hard to stay calm.

He had to be calm, to keep fighting; this is the path of the Martial Dao!

He could not show other emotions; the logistics team was still supervising him.

He had to appear strong.

And so, he gave a slight Laughter.

Hiss...

Li Yiyi and the others dared not speak.

Scary.

"The number of people is wrong."

Chen Yan murmured, touched his left arm that had been slashed, and frowned.

Wang Lu is not here; the biggest boss of this organization, who is in the late stage of the Five Viscera Realm, is not here.

In this battle, Chen Yan killed two men who had just entered the Five Viscera Realm, but Wang Lu, whom he most wanted to see, seemed to have disappeared and did not appear at all.

If he is not here, then what is the point of coming here?

Chen Yan pondered to himself; because he was too nervous, he did not leave any survivors to question, but the intelligence from the Military Martial Guard should not be wrong.

Jumping down to the second floor, Chen Yan looked toward the first-floor Corridor; when he was fighting just now, there were indeed a few people who wanted to run into the Corridor, but the rooms inside this Corridor were already empty.

Chen Yan walked in quietly, stroking the wall with one hand, and stopped at a certain spot.

Thump, thump!

He knocked on the wall surface; it was hollow.

Boom!

With a punch, Chen Yan smashed this wall open; inside was an empty room, and on the ground was a staircase leading to the Underground Room.

With all five senses fully open, Chen Yan raised his eyebrows slightly.

Faint groaning sounds were coming from below.

Chen Yan followed the staircase down.

"Wait a moment!"

A hoarse male voice rang out from within the Underground Room, and the dim Yellow light in the Underground Room trembled.

Chen Yan continued to walk in, spitting out red mist from his Mouth.

"I goddamn said, wait a moment!"

That roar came again.

Chen Yan had already walked into the Underground Room; on both sides, glass tanks filled with Crimson liquid stood side by side, the liquid was thick, and Chen Yan could not see what else was inside.

Until he walked to the side of a glass tank, a whitened Renshen was sinking against the tank wall.

Just like a dead fish in a fish tank, the Crimson liquid obscured the rest, letting Chen Yan see only this face.

A lifeless object without Spirit.

Sss...

The red mist in Chen Yan's Mouth became even thicker, passing through the glass tank area.

He saw a scene that made him physically uncomfortable.

It was a sturdy man with a bare upper body sitting on a sofa, and in his arms was a pitch-black creature, the size of an ordinary Eighteen Inu...

A Cockroach?

A Mantis?

Beyond its flat body was covered with a layer of exoskeleton Carapace covered in small thorns; on the Mantis-like head grew dense Compound Eyes, and at the very center of the forehead Bone Armor, a purple-gold true eye stared at Chen Yan at this moment.

Inside it, Grain Marks were complexly assembled into an indescribable, eerie totem.

The moment they locked eyes.

Gloomy, obscure, ancient, indescribable... weirdness and power.

The moment he locked eyes with this purple Eyeball, endless Yellow light suddenly appeared within the Po Saint Realm.

This was exactly the same as when Chen Yan first encountered the Qingjiu Snake; within this purple Eyeball, it carried indescribable Array Energy.

More than last time, and more terrifying!

Is this Ancient Intent?

Chen Yan felt horrified in his heart.

He had never seen eyes like those of the Qingjiu Snake on Mountain Qingshan again in the Xuyang District, but he had seen them again this time.

"I said, wait a moment, didn't you hear me!?"

A furious sound exploded in the Underground Room, and the sturdy man with the bare upper body pulled out a bone thorn that the huge Cockroach had pierced into his Belly.

He was looking at Chen Yan with extreme malice.

And that Mantis seemed to have lost all its strength, lying limp on the sofa.

"Wang Lu?"

Chen Yan spoke.

"Yes." Coldness flashed in the depths of Wang Lu's eyes:

"Who are you?"

Afterwards, he immediately waved his hand:

"Forget it, let's fight.

Either you are alone, coming here to die.

Or you have others, and I will surely die."

Blood Light appeared all over Wang Lu's body:

"Come and fight!"

Chen Yan's Mu Guang became heavy as he looked at that Cockroach:

"What is that?!"

Boom!

But he saw that on Wang Lu's body, a vigorous Blood Light erupted to the extreme, like burning scorching fire, setting off rolling waves of Aura in the Underground Room.

"I said!" Wang Lu's expression was Ferociousness to the extreme.

A suffocating and terrifying Aura presented itself throughout the entire Underground Room, pressing down on Chen Yan.

"Come and fight!!!!!"

Boom!

A terrifying explosion resounded throughout the Underground Room, the entire two-story Xiao Yuan shuddered violently, and dust erupted.

The concrete ground of the courtyard suddenly bulged and cracked open.

Ripples and rings of air waves swept out along the ground.

"They've started fighting!"

In the Tree, the Woman named Li Yiyi spoke nervously:

"Chen Yan has just entered the Martial Dao, but the opponent is at the late stage of the Five Viscera Realm; you two hurry and set off."

"Si Wenyi, keep aiming, I am ready to act at any time!"

The Black-Clothed Man also spoke at this moment, his five senses fully open; if something went wrong, he would prepare to rush into the Xiao Yuan.

Who told you to fight like this?

Don't Newcomers rely on their Brain to complete missions?

You should use poison.

Isn't that simple?

The core of this mission is that these people are all on the path of SoulRefining.

Those on the path of SoulRefining do not have strong physiques; using poison is the best Method.

Although he thought this way, the Black-Clothed Man felt astonishment in his heart.

Because within his Perception, Chen Yan was already fighting Wang Lu, and what's more...

He was not being suppressed.

"Mm, be ready to finish it at any time."

The Black-Clothed Woman named Si Wenyi spoke, holding a Black Gun in both hands, a Red Glow appearing at the muzzle and gathering into a point.

Don't look at it as just firing a gun; this is actually a powerful Qi-Blood Martial Technique, using Qi-Blood as bullets and engraving mysterious arts.

Within Si Wenyi's Pupil, she had actually long since locked onto Wang Lu's head.

One shot, and it could instantly pierce through the earth and snipe them.

"Then... shoot."

To the side, Li Yiyi spoke, carrying a trace of anxiety.

"Chen Yan has only just entered the Martial Dao, why haven't you fired yet?"

Yet, the Black-Clothed Man and Woman both looked full of hesitation.

Should they intervene?

This damn...

Holy Crap!

Should they intervene?

They sensed, looked at each other at one moment, but continued to use their Perception.

Li Yiyi's expression was strange; could it be that Chen Yan still had a Method?

Boom, boom, boom!

Terrifying explosive sounds resounded from underground, and the entire Xiao Yuan shuddered again and again.

Finally, at one moment.

Bang!

The ground of the Xiao Yuan ruptured from bottom to top, a figure flew out from underground, and then slammed heavily onto the ground.

Chen Yan, covered in blood and mud, Stood Up and wiped the mud off his face.

Bang!

Wang Lu appeared, his expression even more Shade, his entire body covered in Fist marks.

"You practice Horizontal Refinement, how many Grain Mark do you have?" Wang Lu stared fixedly at Chen Yan, his coldness murderous.

"Fourteen," Chen Yan said.

On the old Tree, Li Yiyi's eyelids twitched.

"Isn't he..."

Li Yiyi breathed as if with difficulty:

"Just entered the Martial Dao?

How are there fourteen Dao Patterns?"

The Black-Clothed man and woman fell into Silence.

Fourteen.

If he hadn't said it, we would have thought he had over forty.