"Damn it, we've been searching for so long and still haven't seen a trace of them. I bet that brat Han Yang ran off with that bitch Chen Qiaoqian."
A Chen Family martial artist with a fat head and big ears, sporting a large belly, walked over and leaned against the Camphor Ancient Tree to sit down.
The movement was so large that the entire tree shook twice.
Han Yang steadied Chen Qiaoqian and moved further into a hidden spot.
He wasn't afraid of these two.
He just didn't want to cause too much commotion. If he attracted the attention of other Chen Family members, it could lead to trouble.
Right now, his cultivation wasn't on the right track, so there was no need to act rashly.
But Han Yang didn't notice that due to the impact from the Chen Family martial artist, the water pouch placed beside Chen Qiaoqian was slowly sliding down.
"Let's just wander around here. Once it gets dark, we'll head back."
Another short-statured Chen Family martial artist stretched lazily and said.
Pop!
Just as he sat down, the water pouch fell right onto his head.
"What the hell?"
The short martial artist Chen Wen cursed and looked up, only to see Han Yang and Chen Qiaoqian hiding in the tree, his expression stunned.
Han Yang's face darkened, and he swiftly leaped down from the tree, throwing a punch at Chen Wen's head.
The opponent's reaction wasn't slow; he quickly rolled to the side, causing Han Yang's downward punch to hit the ground instead.
Bang!
The powerful force caused the ground to sink slightly.
The nearby fat Chen Wu's eyes widened, and his narrow eyes looked up, seeing the pale-faced Chen Qiaoqian in the tree.
"Brother Wen, hold off this kid. I'll go catch that little girl!"
Chen Wu licked his lips, his eyes gleaming.
Chen Wen jumped up from the side, dusting off his clothes, and sneered, "I didn't expect we'd run into such a good thing. Han Yang, you've already been seriously injured by the Elder, why not surrender?"
A cold light flashed in Han Yang's eyes as he turned and swept towards Chen Wu, who was about to climb the tree.
The strong force made Chen Wu's face change slightly. He quickly crossed his arms in front of him, trying to block the fierce kick.
Bang!
Chen Wu felt as if he'd been hit by a flying steel plate, retreating seven or eight steps in succession. The pain in his arms felt like they were on fire.
"What's going on?"
His expression turned grim.
He was a martial artist at the Bone Refinement Stage, even if only at the first level, he was still considered elite in the Chen Family. How could he be repelled by a kid in the Body Tempering Realm?
Moreover, wasn't he seriously injured by the Second Elder?
Something was off.
Seeing Chen Wu being repelled, Chen Wen squinted his eyes, stomped his right foot on the ground, and drew the long sword from his back, thrusting it straight at Han Yang's back.
A flash of sword light was only a few feet away from Han Yang in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this, Chen Qiaoqian in the tree turned pale with fright, "Brother Yang, watch out behind you!"
Han Yang had already sensed the chilling threat, lunging forward to avoid Chen Wen's sneak attack, then reached out with his right hand.
"Cloud-reaching Hand!"
Crack.
Under the incredulous gazes of Chen Wen and Chen Wu, the long sword somehow fell into Han Yang's hand and then broke into two pieces.
Han Yang seized the opportunity, his five fingers forming a claw, reaching for Chen Wen's crown with a backhand grab!
"Watch out."
Chen Wu's fat body rolled, kicking the still-shocked Chen Wen away.
Han Yang raised an eyebrow, "Seems like you two have some coordination."
Climbing up from the ground in a sorry state, Chen Wen's eyes were venomous, "Kid, don't celebrate too soon. Today, even if you had wings, you wouldn't escape."
As he spoke, he shot a signal arrow into the sky, and Han Yang couldn't stop it in time.
The arrow whistled through the air, exploding at a height of several dozen meters, forming a large "Chen" character.
Chen Wu's face twitched with a sneer, "I advise you not to waste your effort. Surrender obediently."
"If you give up resisting now, you might suffer less."
Han Yang's eyes turned sharp, and without wasting words, he clenched his right fist, gathering all his strength into a single point, and charged at Chen Wu.
"Trying to buy time? Your little tricks are truly childish."
Chen Wen and Chen Wu exchanged a quick glance. To them, Chen Qiaoqian in the tree posed no threat; they just needed to keep Han Yang occupied.
"Ha."
"Unified Fist."
The two shouted in unison, using the Chen Family martial arts technique.
Heavenly Gang Fist.
Han Yang's speed was incredibly fast, his attack hitting Chen Wen and Chen Wu's fists without any embellishment.
Bang!
A dull sound exploded, and Chen Wen and Chen Wu screamed as they were sent flying, the excruciating pain in their arms nearly causing them to faint.
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Han Yang's expression was cold as he flicked the two broken sword pieces from the ground.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
The sharp sword tips hit their throats with precision.
Blood splattered, ending their lives instantly.
If these two had chosen to avoid fighting, Han Yang, carrying Chen Qiaoqian, might not have been able to shake them off easily.
But they chose to clash with him?
They couldn't blame him for that.
In the tree, Chen Qiaoqian was equally filled with surprise.
"This place isn't safe for long."
Before Chen Qiaoqian could react, Han Yang picked her up.
But just then, about sixty to ninety meters to their left, three ragged, blood-stained black-clothed men were quickly approaching.
The signal arrow Chen Wen shot hadn't summoned the Chen Family martial artists but had drawn in those nearby black-clothed men.
"Go!"
Han Yang frowned, carrying Chen Qiaoqian as he darted towards another large tree, heading straight into the depths of the mountain range.
...
"Boss, it's that kid."
One black-clothed man shouted, pointing at Han Yang's retreating figure.
The burly leader, Zhang Tiexuan, had a dark expression and said coldly, "Chase him! Even if we have to go to the deepest part of the Beast Forest, I'll break that kid's bones."
"Ugh..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Boss, that kid's running deeper, he's bound to die. We're all either dead or wounded, why not... let him go for now?"
Another black-clothed man hesitantly suggested.
They were all injured.
Especially Zhang Tiexuan.
A five-foot-long wound stretched across his chest, the white bandages soaked with blood, flesh mangled, with white bone faintly visible.
This was left by an Iron Flame Beast.
"We live by licking blood off the blade; a little wound is nothing." Zhang Tiexuan glared at the speaker, shouting, "Chase him."
With a cultivation at the Bone Refinement Stage 4th Level, even injured, catching up to Han Yang carrying Chen Qiaoqian wasn't too difficult.
...
In a desperate rush, Han Yang sped along the mountain ridge, only to find a dark, enormous cave at the edge of the forest ahead.
It made him curse inwardly.
The pursuers were close, and turning back now was clearly too late.
At this point, he could only grit his teeth and head into the cave with Chen Qiaoqian.
Hopefully, there wouldn't be any overly powerful Demonic Beasts.
As soon as they entered the cave, a stench of rot and dampness assaulted their senses.
The ground was littered with piles of bones and rotting flesh, with many green-headed flies buzzing around.
This was undoubtedly a Demonic Beast's lair...
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