These Ghost Hiders, although their cultivation is only at the third-rate master level, when they join forces, even first-rate masters have to retreat.

Coupled with the coordination of the Life-taking Crossbow and the Cold Moon Blade, they can certainly achieve the level of fighting one against a hundred or even a thousand.

As the crossbow arrows were shot, the Ghost Hiders moved.

Shang Wen Dong curled his lips and took two steps back.

The originally relaxed face of Rashamon changed drastically upon seeing these Ghost Hiders make a move.

An ominous thought appeared in his mind.

"These Ghost Hiders are Shang Wen Dong's greatest trump card. He revealed them without any concealment, could it be he's planning to kill and silence me?" Thinking of this possibility, Rashamon instinctively stepped back a few steps, ready to escape at any sign.

He did not believe he could be a match for these Ghost Hiders.

However, before Rashamon could react, all those Ghost Hiders suddenly flew back at even faster speeds.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Successive collision sounds were heard.

Every Ghost Hider had arrows embedded in their chests; though not fatal, they had clearly lost their fighting power.

Startling!

Both Shang Wen Dong and Rashamon were greatly shocked.

How could this be possible?

Once again, they looked at the dining table.

Ye Guichen slowly stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes: "If all thirty-three Ghost Hiders were here, perhaps I would really be defeated. But now there are only thirteen Ghost Hiders, their power not only greatly reduced but their fighting strength also considerably weakened."

"You, who exactly are you?" Seeing Ye Guichen repel all those Ghost Hiders, Shang Wen Dong could no longer maintain his calm, especially since Ye Guichen showed no signs of being poisoned, he said in a trembling voice: "You, you really weren't affected by the Powder for Anesthesia?"

"I told you, this Powder for Anesthesia has no effect on me." Ye Guichen smiled and looked at Rashamon.

Being stared at by Ye Guichen, Rashamon immediately felt his body stiffen.

Earlier he wanted to kill Ye Guichen, now he had only one thought—escaping would be a great fortune.

One move not only dodged the crossbow arrows but returned them to the Ghost Hiders, how high had his skills reached?

"Escape!" Rashamon was decisive and turned to flee.

Ye Guichen smiled slightly, picked up a pair of chopsticks from the table and flicked them out.

Thud!

Thud!

Two muffled sounds, the two chopsticks directly penetrated Rashamon's knees.

Thud!

Rashamon fell heavily to the ground but still struggled to crawl out.

Ye Guichen dashed to Rashamon's side and threw him back in front of Shang Wen Dong.

Shang Wen Dong shivered, gritting his teeth and looking at Ye Guichen: "What do you want?"

The original calm of Shang Wen Dong had long disappeared, replaced by endless fear.

He never expected Ye Guichen to be so powerful.

Though he knew Ye Guichen was formidable, he made multiple preparations: first the Powder for Anesthesia, then the Ghost Hiders, and finally Rashamon, to ensure nothing could go wrong.

But he never imagined Ye Guichen would completely ignore all of these measures.

Shang Wen Dong had only one thought: even if King Yan himself came, he wouldn't be Ye Guichen's match.

Such youth, such character, Shang Wen Dong had never heard of.

"Since you wanted to kill me, how could I possibly spare you?" Ye Guichen smiled: "Shang Wen Dong, right? I have to admit, you hid very well. If it weren't for these Ghost Hiders, I might never have known you were the Judge of Yama Hall. But no matter what your identity is, it doesn't matter to me."

Then, Ye Guichen picked up a Cold Moon Blade and threw it in front of Rashamon: "Rashamon, you have a chance to live, kill Shang Wen Dong."

"Really?" Rashamon trembled, showing a hint of excitement, but before he could pick up the Cold Moon Blade, the excitement in his eyes turned into fear.

Because Shang Wen Dong now held something in his hand.

"Judge's Pen!" Rashamon's terror was clear.

As an assassin of Yama Hall, how could he not know about the Judge's Pen?

"Haha, Rashamon! I never intended to spare your life, and you still want to kill me?" Shang Wen Dong pointed the Judge's Pen at Rashamon's forehead: "Ever since Old Yama died, I've been hunted by the new King Yan. I've hidden in Yun City for so many years, just to build my power and find the new King Yan for revenge! Now my plans have not succeeded, how could I let anyone know I'm in Yun City?"

"But I never imagined I'd be defeated today, but I accept my defeat! My skills are lesser, I have no complaints!"

Decision flashed in Shang Wen Dong's eyes, suddenly he stabbed the Judge's Pen downward.

Thud!

The Judge's Pen, akin to a sharp dagger, directly pierced through Rashamon's forehead.

Rashamon's expression froze in terror instantly.

He never expected to die so suffocated, without even a chance to resist.

Slowly pulling the Judge's Pen from Rashamon's head, Shang Wen Dong lifted his head: "Ye Guichen, you truly are a respectable opponent. I never imagined your cultivation had reached such a level, and that you truly weren't affected by the Powder for Anesthesia either. Haha, can you tell me, who exactly are you?"

Ye Guichen smiled lightly: "My master is Li Fengxian."

"Li Fengxian? The crazy Divine Doctor?" Shang Wen Dong was taken aback, then he nodded: "No wonder, no wonder, no wonder you're immune to the Powder for Anesthesia. Haha, I really miscalculated, since you're Li Fengxian's disciple, no poison in the world can trouble you."

However, on second thought, Shang Wen Dong shook his head forcefully: "No, even if you are Li Fengxian's disciple, how can your cultivation be so high? As far as I know, Li Fengxian is at most a third-rate master, but you have clearly reached the level of a first-rate mid-grade master or even higher."

Ye Guichen chuckled playfully: "Shang Wen Dong, you're already a dead man, does knowing this still have any meaning?"

"Dead man?" Shang Wen Dong shook his head, smirked: "Since I am a Judge, I naturally have more than just the Judge's Pen as a means. Haha, I didn't plan to reveal my trump card, but today, you must die!"

With these words, Shang Wen Dong suddenly stabbed the Judge's Pen into his left arm.

Then he tore the Judge's Pen downwards, like a sharp dagger, creating a gash on his left arm.

Blood was oozing.

Shang Shufang on the sofa was dumbfounded.

Everything he saw today completely exceeded his imagination.

While he had heard some tales of the martial world from Shang Wen Dong's mouth and knew about the assassin organization Yama Hall, seeing Rashamon dead and all those black clothed men being shot down still overturned all his previous notions.

Especially now, seeing Shang Wen Dong ripping open a layer of skin on his arm.

Terrifying!

Utterly terrifying!

"Dad, what are you doing?" Shang Shufang couldn't help but ask.

Shang Wen Dong laughed bitterly, enduring the pain, his expression twisted: "Killing!"

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