"Clang!"
A streak of Killing Light burst out from the Void beside Ye Fan, silently cleaving toward him, slashing straight for his head.
"Puff!"
Ye Fan didn't even look back. One punch shattered the Killing Light, then his palm became a blade, incomparably sharp as it cut into the Void, chopping the black‑clothed ambusher cleanly in half. Blood poured down like a torrential rain.
Throughout the whole process, he remained extremely calm, without the slightest ripple. Only when the corpse hit the ground did he speak coldly: "If you want to kill me, just come openly. Why bother hiding your head and showing your tail?"
"Hiss~"
Everyone around drew in a sharp breath, each face growing solemn.
This man was the one they'd sent to test Ye Fan. If Ye Fan's strength had been lacking, that strike just now would have been enough to seriously injure him.
However——
Ye Fan's performance left them shocked. The entire sequence flowed like water, as easy as slaughtering a chicken!
