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Looking at Wang Chuan's leaving figure, Zhou Yi shook his head in boredom. It was an unknown treasure, was there a need for them to act like this?

Why hadn't he seen the Three Thousand Worlds before? As expected, people's knowledge and experience now were still too shallow.

Thinking about this, Zhou Yi sighed helplessly again. Since he was going to the mountain in three days, he should treat his injuries quickly. If he encountered any danger on the mountain, at least he wouldn't be too flustered.

Thinking about that, Zhou Yi first laid a defensive formation outside of his house, then quickly after, set up a Spiritual Concentration Formation in the room.

The biggest use of the Spirit Convergence Array was to absorb the surrounding heaven and earth Spiritual Force, and then let Zhou Yi use it.

With this spiritual energy, Zhou Yi's injuries could be recovered in the shortest amount of time.

Sitting in the middle of the Spirit Convergence Array, Zhou Yi slowly closed his eyes and following that, the dense spiritual energy started to surge towards Zhou Yi's body.

Every pore on his body was greedily absorbing this Spiritual Energy. As the Spiritual Energy went deeper in, Zhou Yi's breathing became steadier.

Time passed slowly. After an unknown amount of time, a strange sound could be heard from outside the room.

Dong, dong, dong!

It sounded like someone knocking on the door, but if one listened carefully, it sounded more like footsteps.

The footsteps sounded like a giant was approaching Zhou Yi's house, as if it was about to break into his home.

Hearing that, Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes and quickly jumped out of the Spirit Convergence Array.

"Aren't you a little too anxious about courting death?" Zhou Yi let out a cold snort and then pulled open the door. He waved his hand towards the outside, and that palm strike brought along some Wind Breaking Sound, heavily hitting the door of the house opposite.

Following that, someone cursed: "Who is it, do you want to go to bed in the middle of the night?" Then came the sound of footsteps, ready to open the door.

Zhou Yi looked at the anti-theft door that had a huge dent in it from his palm and raised his eyebrows apologetically. He then quickly closed the door.

As expected, not long after he closed the door, the house opposite him let out a tragic cry, "Holy shit! Wife! Someone attacked our house! Hurry and call the police!"

Zhou Yi shook his head. Just as he was about to turn around, he felt an extremely dangerous aura coming from behind him.

"Whiz!"

Zhou Yi threw out his flying sword without even thinking.

That person stopped when his hand was about half an inch away from Zhou Yi's back because he saw a cold light quickly approaching him. Then he also turned around and landed firmly on the ground after turning 360 degrees in the air.

As the flying sword brushed past the incoming person's face, a few strands of hair beside his ear were cut off before drifting down.

The flying sword missed its target and flew back into Zhou Yi's sleeve.

"Tell me what kind of death you want!"

Zhou Yi had one hand behind his back and looked like an expert.

"Hmph, Zhou Yi, the one who's going to die is you, not me!" The other party's face was covered, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes. He then spoke in a hoarse voice.

"With just you?" Zhou Yi snorted coldly. Based on the newcomer's previous performance, he was confident that he could take his life in one breath.

When the person heard this, he did not get angry and instead laughed. He gently clapped his hands: "I naturally do not dare to make a move!"

Following which, a few figures slowly appeared in the room.

"Invisibility?"

"That's right, it's Invisibility Spell. You could have died at the hands of the few of us today. It can also be considered your luck!" The person shouted loudly and was about to step forward.

However, Zhou Yi suddenly reached out his hand to stop him, "Don't be impatient. Since you all want to court death, I can't let my neighbors hear anything!"

As soon as he finished his sentence, Zhou Yi waved his hand and several lights in the room disappeared from every corner of the room.

After doing all this, Zhou Yi clapped his hands: "Ok, you can come if you want to die!"

However, before the others could react, Zhou Yi's figure had already disappeared, leaving an afterimage. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the person who just spoke.

"Goodbye!" As he finished speaking, his fist had already smashed into his opponent's chest. Then, his opponent's body flew out like a rag, and the blood in his mouth mixed with his internal organs sprayed out, scattering all over the ground.

After landing, the man wanted to open his mouth and say something, but another mouthful of blood was violently spat out. Following that, he collapsed onto the ground with a loud bang, and his life suddenly faded away.

"Big brother!"

Zhou Yi was punched to death, causing the others to immediately panic. They ran to the man's side and shouted loudly, hoping that he was just unconscious. However, no matter how they tried to call him, he wouldn't wake up.

Seeing this, one of them stared at the pair of crimson eyes and shouted, "I'll fight you to the death!"

As he said that, his hands slightly trembled, and two Short Sword s that were emitting a cold light appeared in his hands. He brandished his twin blades, and like two Silver Snake s, rapidly approached Zhou Yi.

Pfft!

One breath later, the man stabbed Zhou Yi in the abdomen.

"Haha, I'll kill him, I'll kill …"

After a moment of happiness, he realized that it was only an afterimage, and the real Zhou Yi was long gone.

"Third brother, be careful …"

Suddenly, several cries of surprise rang out from behind the man. Following that, he felt a wave of dangerous aura nearing him. He suddenly turned around and brandished his two blades.

However, it was all too late. The small sword had already pierced his throat.

The moment of life was fleeting. He did not even understand what had just happened. He saw a line of blood flash past his eyes. Following that, the assassin called Ol 'Three fell backwards.

"Zhou Yi, are you a human or a ghost?"

Seeing Zhou Yi kill two people in the blink of an eye, the remaining few people on the other side also felt a hint of fear in their hearts.

"Of course it's human, it's just that your speed is a bit slower!" Zhou Yi shrugged and didn't mind. In his eyes, these people were just watching the playback.

Seeing their comrades killed, the remaining people were naturally sad. Facing Zhou Yi's powerful fighting strength, they also thought of retreating.

But since the sect leader had given the order, they didn't dare to rashly leave.

Thinking of this, one of them shouted in a low voice, "Let's go together, fight with him. I don't believe that with the strength of the few of us here, we can't even take down a week of him..."

The person who had spoken didn't even finish his sentence. His eyes were wide open as he slowly lowered his head.

Everyone quickly looked over and saw that there was a small sword stuck in his abdomen. The wound was gurgling blood.

"Kill … him …"

As the sound of his voice faded, the speaker slowly fell to the ground.

"Let's charge!" Seeing that their comrades had been killed one by one, anger flashed across the eyes of the remaining people as they rushed towards Zhou Yi...