Chapter 86: Slaughter

Deep night.

A light breeze brushes past, the branches and leaves rustling, as if the earth is whispering, or perhaps the murmurs of ghosts.

The White-Robed Man is still staring at Chu Feiyuan in a daze, but Si Wenyi is the first to follow.

"What are you still dazed for? Take us to the Base," Si Wenyi says.

At this moment, Chen Yan is clearly intending to finish it in one go, striking directly at the Chu Family's main camp.

With great power, one can indeed do whatever one pleases.

The White-Robed Man nods and follows quickly, his entire body covered in dense Blood Trace from being pierced by flying wood splinters.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

A few minutes later, the three arrive at a patch of grass.

It is quiet here, all sounds stilled, nothing at all.

But Chen Yan looks calmly at the lawn, where there are obvious, neat cracks.

This is a Stone Gate, disguised very well and flush with the ground.

"This is it; there must still be people inside," the White-Robed Man says, taking the Kaishi from his pocket.

"Don't come over."

Chen Yan speaks, stopping the footsteps of the White-Robed Man and Si Wenyi.

"You..." Si Wenyi's red lips Kaiyuan.

Chen Yan lifts one leg, a current of Qi coiling like a dragon around his leg, and suddenly stomps down.

Boom!

The Stone Gate shatters with a roar, and Chen Yan falls through.

This is a vertical Shidong dug by hand.

As Chen Yan's body falls along with the broken Stone Gate, he sees the surrounding Rock Wall is jagged, the chisel marks very neat.

Boom—!

"Ah!"

A scream rings out.

Chen Yan lands, enveloped in dust.

He looks at his Foot; beneath the fallen Stone Gate, Flesh flows out like mud.

It is an unlucky fellow who was holding a Spear below, preparing to attack.

Chen Yan waves his hand, sending out a gust of Wind Element, and the surrounding dust scatters.

Only then does he discover that before him are dozens of men and women holding weapons aimed at him.

A group of people, standing one by one before the entrance leading to the Depth of the artificial Dixue, looking at Chen Yan with extreme nervousness.

Compared to the suddenly attacking Black-Clothed Youth, they are clearly the more shocked party; at this moment, someone is swallowing their Mouth with difficulty.

"They, they didn't stop him...!"

Someone shouts; Lin Wei had secretly left the Base to inform, and they had sent dozens of people out to surround and kill.

They cannot understand how the first to return is not the dozens of people carrying heads, nor Lin Yu who was beaten until covered in blood, nor Chu Feiyuan.

But this seemingly handsome Black Ink Robes Youth.

Chen Yan's Pupil glows with Dark Light as he walks forward.

And at this very moment.

Bang!

Someone fires a Spear.

The bullet shoots over like a beam of Dark Light, but the Youth only slightly tilts his Brain to dodge this bullet.

Immediately after, the dozens of people plunged into Scream all fire their Spears at once.

Bang bang bang bang!

Chen Yan's Pupil flashes, his Yi Jiao billowing as his body surges, constantly stepping on the surrounding Rock Wall.

【Red Steel Casting Body Canon】, open!

【Extreme Refining Eight Styles】, open!

Chen Yan's bodily vitality is stimulated to the limit.

"Kill him!"

Someone roars in Scream, frantically pulling the trigger.

Within his line of sight, countless bullets strike the Rock Wall, sparks flying, Dust rising, weaving into a dense Fire Line net like countless falling stars.

But the Black-Clothed Youth is elusive, agile and peerless, dodging constantly within this rain of bullets with a strange, unpredictable pace, nimble as a Leopard.

Horizontal Refinement, a Strong Ones of the Horizontal Refinement path!

"How could a Strong Ones find this place!!!" a woman screams.

Her Pupil shrinks immediately; that handsome face, even more terrifying than a Demon, has appeared before her.

Then, a massive Fist suddenly slams over.

Bang!

The woman's Brain explodes into blood.

Chen Yan finally rushes before them; at this moment, like a Wolf entering a flock of sheep, his Arms rise, and gusts of Wind Element sweep through.

Roar!

The wind roars like a dragon, and with each of Chen Yan's punches, bodies are blasted apart.

Those still alive are now even more terrified to the extreme, aiming their Spears at Chen Yan, who stands beside their own people, and firing wildly.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

"Don't come over here!!!"

The screaming resounded, but in the next moment, it turned into flesh and blood unable to speak.

After Chen Yan twisted the necks of the last few people, the entire Mountain Cave became quiet.

Corpses were piled all over the ground, the incandescent lamp embedded in the ceiling flickered, and bloodstains stuck to the walls.

It was over.

Chen Yan glanced at his blood-stained hands; apart from the blood, there was only a shallow Knife mark.

Facing dozens of handguns, Chen Yan had still felt uncertain in his heart at the beginning.

Because he had never fought them before, in Chen Yan's previous understanding, a single bullet could end a life.

He hadn't expected that it wouldn't even break his Skin.

After all, he already had Fourteen Tendon Patterns.

Chen Yan's Flesh vibrated, and under the shock of the immense force, the blood stuck to his skin was shaken off.

He needed to fight; only by fighting could he know what he was truly lacking.

Because a person who wants to kill you will try even harder to find your weaknesses.

This time, it actually allowed him to find his own weakness.

To be accurate, he had found it before.

Not flexible enough.

Chen Yan glanced at his clothes, which were like a winnowing sieve; the dense bullet holes would make someone with trypophobia faint immediately.

Just now, he appeared to be dodging constantly, but in reality, his body had solidly taken thirty to forty percent of the bullets.

It would be better not to dodge.

Fortunately, Si Wenyi and the other person hadn't arrived yet, otherwise Chen Yan's performance just now would have looked like a clown.

His body's agility was too poor; on one hand, it was because he didn't know any movement Martial Technique, and on the other, it was because the number of Tendon Patterns was too low.

The gap between the toughness and strength of his physical body was too large.

Looking toward the deep Mountain Cave in front of him, Chen Yan continued forward.

Soon, rooms carved out of the rock cave walls appeared, and Chen Yan opened his five senses, constantly paying attention to the flow of air within them.

Walking into one of the rooms, the furnishings inside were very exquisite; the owner of the house must have already died at Chen Yan's hands.

Chen Yan opened the wardrobe, and there were still half a wardrobe full of unopened clothes on the floor.

These people must have lived here year-round, so it was normal to buy more clothes.

Changing into an expensive piece of Black Clothes, Chen Yan continued his solitary journey.

Finally, he heard the breathing of a living being in front of a few rooms, and Chen Yan pushed the door open.

Inside, a scantily clad Woman was sitting on the bed; the other party looked at Chen Yan numbly and said:

"Welcome... my lord."

The Woman stood up respectfully, took off her clothes, and lay on the bed, looking like someone waiting to be slaughtered.

Chen Yan frowned slightly, and the Ice Flame swirling between his Fingers did not continue to overflow.

"They... are prostitutes brought here by Chu Feiyuan."

The White-Robed Man hurried over, his eyes still filled with Scream and awe.

They had heard a noisy commotion from above, so they had rushed down.

He hadn't expected that Chen Yan not only killed all dozens of people, but what shocked him even more was that this Youth had changed into a set of clothes at some point.

These were all considered his former colleagues.

One by one, after endless days and nights of numbness, they had lost their humanity and viewed living beings as insects.

As a result, this Youth named Chen Yan killed them even more easily than killing insects.

Si Wenyi, who was beside him, hurried over and waved a hand; a needle coated with Knockout Drug flew out, and the Woman lying on the bed trembled and fainted.

Chen Yan nodded, and soon Si Wenyi had knocked out all ten or so prostitutes.

"You... you finally came..."

Howling sounded, and a girl who was clearly only Sixteen Years Old had tear-filled eyes, her tears wetting the heavy makeup on her face.

"I want to go back, I want to go home, sob, sob, sob..."

Afterwards, she fell unconscious under the effect of the Knockout Drug.

"Most of these people are from the Country, they aren't worth much."

The White-Robed Man spoke intermittently.