Chapter 135: Second-Stage Martial King? A One-Sided Slaughter!-Just Came Down the Mountain and Was Surrounded by Beautiful Senior Sisters(A Lonely Scene on the Desert)

"Perhaps I can handle him all by myself!"

"I certainly hope so," Zhang Jiao replied, clutching his sword with a sneer.

According to the intelligence he had gathered, Ye Tian’s strength was far beyond that of a mere First-Rank Martial King. After all, the man he had killed was none other than Lucas, the Wolf King! Lucas was known as the most difficult First-Rank Martial King to kill, possessing such immense vitality that even if his limbs were severed, he could rapidly regenerate them through sheer life force. If a man that hard to kill had died at Ye Tian’s hands, how could he possibly be as weak as they imagined? This Kazik was nothing but an arrogant pig; he was likely to suffer a bitter defeat at Ye Tian’s hands.

However, just as the three were conversing, a deafening explosion rocked the iron door of the basement.

BOOM!

The alloy door, over ten centimeters thick, was kicked open. Everyone turned their heads to see a young man standing there, holding a horizontal blade, his expression cold and indifferent.

Ye Tian!

Kazik was so startled that his entire body shook, his rolls of fat trembling violently. How on earth had he found this place? One had to understand that this was the underground facility of the Ability League’s branch, protected by over a dozen Big Dipper Realm experts standing guard in rotating shifts! How had Ye Tian bypassed them all to find this location directly? And who had leaked the information to him?

"Oh, Ye Tian?" Zhang Jiao said, clutching his sword as he examined the young intruder with interest.

The young man’s energy was restrained. Even as a peak Second-Rank expert, Zhang Jiao could not discern the youth's true cultivation level—it was truly marvelous! This suggested that his internal alchemy cultivation had reached an incredibly high level. While internal alchemy was known for its peculiar and mysterious nature, unlike martial arts which directly enhanced combat power, it was said that those who reached a certain level of mastery—the Earthly Immortals—could easily slaughter high-rank Martial Kings.

As a descendant of the Dragon Race, Zhang Jiao naturally had an understanding of his ancestral culture and held the tradition of cultivation in immense reverence. As for why he had joined the Ability League, it was purely out of a debt of gratitude, entirely unrelated to his personal stance. Consequently, although he was the strongest of the three, he was also the one who regarded Ye Tian with the most caution.

"Ye Tian, you dare to break in here! Do you not fear that I will kill you right now?" Kazik shouted in broken Dragon Kingdom language.

"You?" Ye Tian looked at the man sputtering with saliva and shook his head. "You are too weak. You aren’t even qualified."

!!!

What arrogance! A mere Big Dipper Realm practitioner daring to speak such wild words to a Second-Rank Martial King—it was nothing short of a death wish!

"Heh, Ye Tian, don't tell me you think you're invincible just because you killed one First-Rank Martial King," Kazik laughed out of pure anger. "Let me tell you, the gap between the first and second rank is far more exaggerated than the difference between a Martial King and the Big Dipper Realm. You were lucky to kill Lucas, but before me, I will ensure you don't even have the chance to fight back!"

"Mhm, I get it. Now get lost," Ye Tian said, digging at his ear impatiently. The next second, his figure vanished.

By the time Kazik reacted, his fat body was already embedded deep into the basement wall, with the hilt of a blade protruding from his chest.

"You... you!" Kazik’s eyes widened in disbelief. He felt an agonizing pain in his chest, his internal organs shifted as if dislocated, and the world began to spin! What exactly had Ye Tian just done?

"Terrifying..." the beanpole-thin man watched in a daze, his face turning pale with fear. From the moment Ye Tian attacked to the moment Kazik was run through, less than a second had passed! No, the time could even be measured in milliseconds. It was fast—far too fast. And that blade was even more fearsome...

The beanpole man was filled with infinite dread. Kazik was renowned among Martial Kings for his machine-gun-like defensive power. He had cultivated his skin, flesh, and fat to the extreme. Due to a qualitative change triggered by quantitative accumulation, the fat compressed on his body, combined with his powerful protective aura, made him impervious even to RPG missiles! Ordinary blades would only tickle him, yet Ye Tian had pulled out his weapon and pierced him through in a single stroke! Was it Ye Tian’s terrifying strength, or was the blade itself divine?

"Shut up and die." Ye Tian covered Kazik’s mouth, then turned his cold gaze toward the other two, who were standing there paralyzed. "Are you going to come and die one by one, or all together?"

Zhang Jiao merely smiled, standing his ground without replying. The beanpole man, however, had been frightened out of his wits. At this moment, he dared not utter another threat; he only wanted to flee!

"I, I..." the beanpole man stammered, looking left and right. Suddenly, he bolted, his body turning into a white streak of light as he darted toward the basement exit!

"You can run, can you?" Ye Tian grinned. A katana flew from his sleeve, pinning the beanpole man’s body to the steps of the exit.

Two Second-Rank Martial Kings had been dispatched with such nonchalance! Well, not quite—only one was dead; Kazik was still alive due to his tenacious vitality. Remembering this, Ye Tian gestured, and the Dojigiri Yasutsuna hummed as it pulled itself out of the man’s body and returned to his hand. With a backhand strike, he cleaved the still-breathing Kazik in two.

*Hiss...*

The Korean men watching this scene descended into panic. They wanted to flee, but not one dared to take the first step, for the fate of the beanpole steward—a Martial King—was a grim warning! What to do? What to do?! The men trembled, unable to even speak the language of the Dragon Kingdom, rendering them incapable of even begging for mercy!

At this moment, Ye Tian spoke: "Qing'er, who bound you like this?" His tone was icy. Looking at Gu Qing'er lying on the bed, tied in such a humiliating manner, a surge of rage boiled within him. Even if he set aside their history, Gu Qing'er was his friend! And that was not to mention that she had feelings for him!

"Ye Tian! Ye Tian!" Seeing that this man had come to rescue her, Gu Qing'er was speechless for a moment, breaking into excited sobs.

"They are all guilty, aren't they? Very well, then I shall kill them all!"

Without another word, a sharp, cold light flashed through the narrow basement. Those few Korean men were reduced to a pile of mangled corpses. Before they died, their eyes held only terror and regret. If they had only known that this woman’s man was so terrifying, they never should have humiliated her. They shouldn't have...

But regret was futile. Their souls had already been gathered by Ye Tian into his Heavenly Path Guide; from this day forth, they would serve as mere ghosts in his collection.