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"Creak!" The door of the bank opened. The interior was brightly lit and filled with people. Even the entrance, which Lu Zibai was so proud of, was blocked. These people were obviously arranged by Lu Ziqian for Ye Mo Han. Their weapons were all different, but they were all third or fourth rate characters in the martial world. With Ye Mo Han's strength alone, it was not difficult for him to deal with these hundred people.

"If I can't find Lu Zibai, I'll wash this bank with blood." Ye Wen Han held the one-foot long Qi blade in his hand. The Qi waves rolled on the blade edge of the blade like the violent waves dancing on a great river. Until now, Ye Mo Han's internal energy externalization had already reached an extremely high level, allowing him to freely use the internal energy within his body. However, because he himself had not spent much time studying martial arts, his internal energy had yet to reach its peak. Even so, there were only a handful of people in the martial arts world who were truly on par with him.

A person shouted loudly from inside the door, and the crowd surged out. Sabers, spears, swords, and halberds all rushed towards Ye Mo Han without any pattern, and there were even many hidden weapons mixed within. Ye Wen's inner force flowed through his entire body as he looked down upon the crowd that was like a tide. A trace of a smile appeared on his stern and resolute face. Ye Wen's cold arms turned as the Qi of the saber cut through the air. Accompanying the noise was the sound of a broken weapon falling onto the ground. It was destined to be a bloody night. The sharp blade Qi seemed to be able to break through anything, and even those seven feet away from Ye Mo Han were killed instantly. Ye Mo walked in with cold steps. He had made up his mind. Even if there was an extremely dangerous sea of people in front of him, he would use their blood to dye this place red. Was this used to warn Lu Zibai or the Jade Pavilion? Or was it the release of the cold and repressed heart of Ye Mo for a long time?

Under the light, blood danced as miserable screams filled the air. No one could block Ye Mo Han's blade, so no one could block Ye Mo Han's advance. Those who came out fell one by one. The screen was first dyed red with blood, then it was affected by Ye Wen's saber Qi and shattered on the spot. Ye Mo Han walked into the courtyard, and was surrounded by the crowd, his expression calm, but it was as if he had seen a ghost, and stopped the slaughter for a while. In everyone's eyes, there was hatred, and fear, as they wanted to move forward, but they were afraid of Ye Mo Han's seemingly powerless blade.

"If none of you can say what happened to Lu Zibai, then we'll all be buried here tonight." As a matter of fact, he didn't have much hope for finding the white leaf of Lu Zi anymore. He said this seemed to be an intentional provocation.

He heard someone say, "Ye Mo Han you dog thief, you have killed so many people today, it can be said that you have offended half of the martial arts world. Let's see how you will build your footing here from now on." As soon as this person finished speaking, many people echoed his words. Their words were all accusing Ye Mo Han of killing innocent people, and some even mentioned Ye Mo Han's parents, cursing him for having no one to support him in his life. The gossip of others could not hurt Ye Mo Han at all. Ye Mo Han was not moved at all by other people's insults, and if a person really cared about himself, then he would be tired and bored.

Ye Wen shook his head with a cold smile, appearing to be very helpless. The saber Qi suddenly dissipated, turning into countless wisps of green smoke and disappearing into the crowd. Everyone was panicking, only to see Ye Mo Han's hands shaking, as if he was trying to control something. In an instant, the courtyard full of people became silent. In a crowded place, the quieter it was, the more terrifying it seemed.

Suddenly, there was a "Ah Xu" sound, and more than a dozen people in front fell dead. A puff of green smoke escaped from their chests, and a thumb sized wound appeared on the corpse, emitting hot air and fresh blood. In fact, it was Ye Mo who used his Qi to disperse the Qi, turning it into weapons. It was as if he had used more than ten deadly concealed weapons at the same time. This move was naturally much better than using concealed weapons. At the same time, it was also a bit better than transforming one's inner force into a weapon. The green smoke swirled in the air and then gathered together to form a Qi blade, which was then sent flying into Ye Mo Han's hand. Looking at the dozens of corpses on the ground, everyone knew that if Ye Mo did not die today, they would be killed. Their anger had been ignited to the extreme. "One of the people in the crowd shouted out, his voice was like the wailing of ghosts, giving everyone even more courage to face death with equanimity.

Bladelight constantly flashed, and with each slash of Ye Mo Han's blade, four or five people died. This group of wandering practitioners in the martial arts world had never gone through the training of common enemies. If their opponents were opponents with similar martial arts skills, then it was only natural that they would win with more people. However, Ye Wen had been using the cold internal energy for over a hundred years, so the power was obvious. Although Ye Chonglou hadn't used his full strength, he could still use sixty to seventy percent of it. These several hundred rangers were normally just guards, how could they have any experience fighting common enemies? Therefore, even though there seemed to be a large number of people, when they fought with Ye Mo Han, not only did they not have an advantage, they were instead constantly being suppressed by their companions.

With a grand momentum, sharp blades filled the sky. Ye Wen was like a tiger or wolf that had just charged into a flock of sheep. He was extremely strong and was rarely seen as a match for his opponent. Within the courtyard, the Qi wave, centered around Ye Mo and Ye Han, continuously spread out. Everywhere it passed by, one would be injured if they didn't die. Ye Mo Han looked at the people in front of him who were falling down nonstop, and felt pity in his heart. Why were these people protecting Lu Zibai with their lives? Were these people truly loyal to Lu Zibai? Without waiting for Ye Mo to think about it, a black shadow leapt out of the crowd, thrusting his sword straight towards Ye Mo. The sword Qi shot out and broke through the Qi wave, heading straight for Ye Mo Han. At the same time, two people from the crowd behind Ye Mo Han also flew up. They too were using swords, and their sword Qi was just as ruthless. These three people had obviously been concealing their abilities all along. They had been waiting for Ye Mo Han to lose his focus and launch an attack, intending to kill him in one fell swoop. Ye Mo Han suddenly understood why this group of rangers had so desperately tried to stop him. Perhaps these three people were behind them, and they might be able to survive if they killed Ye Mo Han. However, if they did not kill him, they would definitely kill him.

The three sword energies combined to form a column, spinning and slamming down onto Ye Mo Han's head. That column was completely covered with sharp teeth, as if it wanted to crush everyone below it. The crowd felt suffocated and quickly retreated. Ye Mo Han gave a loud whistle and his entire body was pulled out of the ground. He was wrapped in a red ball of fire and charged towards the pillar like a huge ball of fire. Red light covered the entire courtyard. Ye Mo Han silently fell back to his original place, and then he looked at those three people again. His face was like a sheet of golden paper, and the sword in his hand had already become twisted. Although they were able to control the sword qi, but their power was still insignificant, at least in the eyes of Ye Han, so under Ye Mo Han's powerful impact, the inner organs of the three people were severely injured. For a time, no one dared to approach Ye Mo Han, and everyone immediately lost their will to fight.

"Speak, where is Lu Zibai?" In the blink of an eye, Ye Mo was already in front of the sword-wielding man, his right hand grabbing the man's neck.

The man who was grabbed did not show any fear as he said coldly: "Ye Mo Han, you are the Sect Leader of the Hua Shan Sect. You have slaughtered so many men of the martial world, the Hua Shan Sect must have been blind to have chosen you as their Sect Leader. Your father Ye ?"

Before he finished speaking, his neck had already been twisted by Ye Mo Han.

But the other swordsman continued, "Your father Ye Sheng is a demon that kills. You are the patriarch of the Hua Shan Sect, and you are also a bloodthirsty demon. Hehe, it seems that the Hua Shan Sect is going to become a strange sect."

Ye Mo Han turned his body and struck two palms through the air towards the other two swordsmen's chests, causing them to spew out blood and fly towards the wall behind them. It looked like they would die. Ye Mo Han forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked around. Everyone could only feel a dense killing intent, and Ye Mo Han said, "I'll repeat, if you can't find Lu Zibai, then all of you will die. Nothing else is of any use."