A group of people dared not defy Ye Qingfeng’s intentions and imdiately stood together. Ye Qingfeng walked a bit closer, allowing them to rge into one, then pointed at No.1’s forehead.
Imdiately, the group of female assassins felt a sudden suction force, as if it was trying to pull out their internal organs, causing great discomfort.
Yet none dared let go.
Finally, Ye Qingfeng abruptly flicked his hand, and the female assassins felt a relief in their bodies, the discomfort vanishing as if their entire beings beca light.
At this mont, these female assassins saw that Ye Qingfeng’s hand was actually entwined with a faint black mist, alarming them. Could this be their curse?
This black mist was indeed their curse, initially invisible. Yet, as the curse was so densely coagulated by the dozen female assassins, it manifested visibly.
Ye Qingfeng casually pinched it apart, directly smashing the black mist, dispersing it into the air.
Nobody knew that within a room enshrouded by dark energy, an old crone, appearing around sixty years old, suddenly opened her eyes wide.
"My curse has been entirely lifted!" the old crone exclaid in shock, then her expression changed, her eyes flashing with coldness.
"No matter who you are, I swear I will tear you apart to ashes!"
The old crone’s voice echoed atop a mountain peak.
Having resolved the curse, Ye Qingfeng flipped his hand casually, a dicine bottle appearing in her hand, leaving everyone stunned. What kind of maneuver was this? They hadn’t even seen how the dicine bottle appeared.
Though Ye Qingfeng handed the dicine bottle to No.1, then said, "This bottle of dicine can heal your injuries."
After completing this, Ye Qingfeng turned and walked away, leaving behind a sowhat bewildered group.
"Senior, what do we need to do?"
No.1 couldn’t help but ask behind Ye Qingfeng.
"Just disband directly. For now, you don’t need to do anything; when you’re needed, Piao Xue will contact you naturally. You assassins of the Divine Court have your own special ways of communication, right?"
Ye Qingfeng said casually; he had no mood to manage these female assassins now, but he needed to form his own force, and these people were just right.
These female assassins were Martial Artists, with decent strength and talent. Compared to ordinary people, they were already considered geniuses.
If not for this, Ye Qingfeng wouldn’t even bother to save these assassins; he ca just to kill. Their curse was unrelated to Ye Qingfeng, so he naturally wouldn’t ddle further.
"Of course, you may choose to flee, you can try," Ye Qingfeng said indifferently.
He was not a good person. Since he saved them, there must be a price they must pay. He didn’t help them for free.
Ye Qingfeng didn’t utter any threatening words; his heart was indifferent. If soone wanted to escape indeed, he had many ways to make them pay dearly.
He already left a Divine Sense imprint on them.
"Senior, we dare not!" No.1 said hastily.
Ye Qingfeng wasn’t concerned with their promises, considering them empty words. Only power could ensure absolute loyalty from these people.
Ye Qingfeng walked out of the hall, the Flying Sword appearing under his feet, taking Piao Xue and Little Yue, directly leaving the place.
Witnessing this scene, the group of female assassins was truly stunned. As Martial Artists, they had heard of legends about Martial Artists. Legends said War King Warriors could gather Spiritual Power Wings, War Emperor Warriors could walk on air.
Could this young man be a War Emperor Warrior? This was terrifying!
No one dared have a sliver of escape thoughts. A War Emperor Warrior, how could they fathom the ans of such a strongman?
The Divine Court’s estate was in a remote area; behind it lay an endless stretch of mountains, within which lay the Five Poison Sect.
Ye Qingfeng took Little Yue and Piao Xue, flying deeper into the mountains. Though his Flying Sword wasn’t large, it was long enough, allowing him to hold one in each arm, managing to stand barely.
Though holding a pair of gentle bodies, Ye Qingfeng’s heart was calm, devoid of other thoughts. Now he only wished to quickly kill that old crone.
On the other hand, Piao Xue and Little Yue’s charming faces flushed slightly. They had never truly been close to a man under Li iji, though they often witnessed Li iji frolic with n.
Being so close to Ye Qingfeng for the first ti, the two discovered a very peculiar aura on him, feeling extrely comfortable, even sowhat enchanted.
So this was the feeling of a man? Their hearts moved, realizing a man’s aura could be so comforting. No wonder every woman would fall for n.
Ye Qingfeng flew with the two for about two incense sticks’ ti, then saw a not-so-high mountain peak. According to Piao Xue and Little Yue, atop this peak lay the Five Poison Sect.
From their description, the so-called Five Poison Sect was actually only one person, an old crone.
This old crone’s strength was extraordinary; her Poison Techniques were terrifying. Though ostensibly the leader of the Divine Court was Li iji, she was rely a puppet; the true ruler was this old crone.
Upon nearing the mountain peak, Ye Qingfeng quickly found the so-called Five Poison Sect with his Divine Sense; turned out to be nothing more than a few dilapidated houses mid-way up the mountain.
Ye Qingfeng’s brows twitched slightly, sensing waves of Yin Sha emanating from the old house.
His lips curled into a cold smile, realizing this place was a gathering spot of Yin Sha; no wonder the Five Poison Sect settled here.
Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense had already swept inside; the Five Poison Sect indeed consisted of only the old crone.
Ye Qingfeng descended; inside those houses, dark mist lingered, almost visible to the naked eye.
The black air was even heavier inside the house, and Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense couldn’t clearly perceive.
Ye Qingfeng didn’t bother with words; today he must kill this old crone. His Flying Sword moved, shooting directly into break open the door.
At this mont, the door suddenly opened, Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword shot inside. Black mist entwined within; Ye Qingfeng’s Divine Sense couldn’t discern clearly, unable to slay the old crone.
Ye Qingfeng controlled the Flying Sword out with his Divine Sense; at this ti, Little Yue and Piao Xue saw Ye Qingfeng’s Flying Sword wrapped in black mist.
"Humph!"
Ye Qingfeng snorted coldly, indeed, this old crone had so skills; no wonder she could establish Divine Court, a huge assassin organization, in Huaxia’s inland regions.
If an ordinary person dared to barge in rashly, they would likely fall into her trap. This black mist not only possesses poison but also a curse effect. Once contaminated, it’s hard to shake off.
Ye Qingfeng chuckled coldly, gripping his Flying Sword. Instantly, the sword glowed vigorously, beams of white light pierced through the black mist like thousands of arrows, radiating brightly, dispersing the black mist swiftly.
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