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    Translator: Silavin

      

    “Kill him!”

     

    “Take that Pill Formula from his corpse!”

     

    “If nothing else works, let those Top Tier Races figure out how to get the Pill Formula from the Soaring Joy Chamber Of Commerce themselves!”

     

    Before Qin Yichen, two or three dozen figures erupted into motion, blades and swords dancing, fierce energy filling the Heavens. For a moment, the momentum was truly intimidating.

     

    The continent was nothing like the Human Race’s territory.

     

    On the continent, every single day, every moment, fierce and bloody battles broke out.

     

    The powerful experts who walked the continent had long grown accustomed to every manner of brutal spectacle.

     

    So, the vicious display Qin Yichen had just put on had achieved none of the effect he had anticipated. Instead, it had stoked the fury of even more of those encircling him.

     

    “He is quite ruthless!”

     

    “I did not expect him to be this formidable.”

     

    “It is said that even Li Shan lost to him. It seems this is no idle rumour!”

     

    In the distance, a flicker of surprise rose in the eyes of more than a few onlookers.

     

    Even so, facing the mob assault of well over a hundred powerful experts, not one of them thought Qin Yichen had even half a chance.

     

    Moreover, in the face of such a group-assault spectacle, there was essentially not a shred of sympathy to be found anywhere in the crowd. Most people had long since grown accustomed to this sort of thing. On the continent, it was life or death, not victory or defeat.

     

    No matter what methods were employed, so long as one could deal with their opponent, not a Soul would say a word about their conduct being despicable.

     

    On the contrary, if their strength was lacking and they still attempted to fight others in an upstanding manner, others would only call them a fool.

     

    *Boom!*

     

    Under the mob assault of over twenty Martial Ancestors, Qin Yichen was caught off-guard for an instant, and a powerful Peak Stage Martial Ancestor landed a blade strike across his back. A bloody gash was carved across his hardened back, and the Qi and blood within his body surged violently.

     

    “Seeking death!”

     

    Gritting his teeth, Qin Yichen braced against the blade and drove his body back in a fierce reverse charge. The blade had only managed to penetrate one centimetre beneath his skin before it could go no further, while his shoulder, carrying a terrifying force, crashed heavily into the latter’s chest.

     

    Immediately after, Qin Yichen grabbed that slightly dazed expert by the head with one hand, twisted hard, then lifted him clean off the ground and hurled him bodily into the experts surging at him from the front.

     

    “Kill him!”

     

    Seeing blood flowing from Qin Yichen’s person, the eyes of more than a few in the crowd went bloodshot, and their assault grew yet fiercer.

     

    Qin Yichen swiftly cut down another expert. A wave of stinging pain came from his back. In that brief span of time, several more experts had attacked from his rear, leaving a series of wounds carved across his body.

     

    “Are you trying to force me to kill every last one of you?”

     

    Gazing at those vicious, snarling faces, the expression on Qin Yichen’s face grew cold and murderous.

     

    On the continent, he understood that compassion was useless. These people were not of his own kind, and he had no need to hold back against them whatsoever.

     

    Even so, despite his many methods, facing the combined onslaught of so vast a number of Martial Ancestors, he was beginning to feel somewhat overstretched.

     

    Moreover, Qin Yichen had noticed that no small number of onlookers had quietly drawn closer. Clearly, they too coveted his Pill Formula and, if an opportunity arose to land a killing blow, would happily do so in exchange for a handsome reward.

     

    [Damn it! I cannot keep entangling myself here!]

     

    Having cut down several in succession, Qin Yichen found that those encircling him showed no sign whatsoever of withdrawing. If anything, even more powerful experts were joining the assault.

     

    His expression cooled in an instant. With a flicker of thought, the knee guards of the Myriad Dao Divine Armour materialised. The next instant, his figure appeared a full thousand metres away.

     

    Not in the direction of retreat toward the Myriad Beasts Domain, but in the diametrically opposite direction, straight toward the Silent Forest!

     

    Those blocking Qin Yichen had been far more concerned he would flee back to the Myriad Beasts Domain, so a full half of the encircling experts had massed in that opposite direction. As a result, the side facing the Silent Forest was guarded by only sparsely scattered figures.

     

    “Fast!”

     

    Seeing Qin Yichen appear suddenly before him, a Late Stage Martial Ancestor stationed there felt a jolt of alarm in his heart. Yet before he could so much as gather his wits, a tremendous force had already sent him flying.

     

    “He is escaping!”

     

    “Stop him, do not let him escape!”

     

    Seeing Qin Yichen abruptly cover a distance of a thousand metres, the many experts all felt a start. Such a method was something they truly had not encountered before.

     

    Yet a thousand metres was, for them, a matter of only a few breaths.

     

    And besides, the continent had wonders beyond counting. Though Qin Yichen’s method was somewhat alarming, it did not unsettle them overly much.

     

    Immediately, figure after figure shot forward, and with furious shouts, they swept in pursuit of Qin Yichen.

     

    *Hmph!* Qin Yichen let out a cold snort. His figure flickered once more, crossing another thousand metres, sweeping rapidly in the direction of the Silent Forest.

     

    With his current Heaven Grade Spiritual Energy, driving the knee guards of the Myriad Dao Divine Armour still fell far short of complete freedom. However, using them for brief bursts of escape was not a problem.

     

    This was also the reason he had dared to face over a hundred Martial Ancestors alone after Qing Luan’s departure.

     

    With the Myriad Dao Divine Armour knee guards, if he could not win, could he not at least run?

     

    In no more than a brief moment, Qin Yichen had shot forward and arrived before the Silent Forest.

     

    Ahead of him now lay a dense and towering forest. The trees within, though not as massive as those in the Elf Forest, nonetheless bore the unmistakable appearance of an ancient forest from the primordial era.

     

    The Silent Forest was home to many Demonic Beasts. After enduring a terrible war, now harboured within it countless hidden dangers.

     

    In ordinary times, it was rare for anyone to venture inside. Yet at this moment, not a few figures could be seen moving within its depths.

     

    *Swish! Swish!*

     

    Abruptly, a series of urgent rushing sounds screamed in from the distance.

     

    The commotion here had been detected by more than a few people inside the Silent Forest, and immediately, gaze after gaze turned toward it.

     

    Upon seeing Qin Yichen and the pursuit of over a hundred Martial Ancestors behind him, the lone powerful experts standing in his path hurried out of the way, one after another.

     

    Though on the continent, mob assaults and even more ruthless manner of fighting were common occurrences, a scene of over a hundred Martial Ancestors hunting one person was nonetheless rare.

     

    Whoever was being hunted down in such a fashion had either to be carrying some extraordinary treasure, or had committed some act that had infuriated many Races simultaneously, for a commotion of this scale to arise.

     

    In any case, whichever it was, no one wished to be dragged into it at a moment like this.

     

    That said, there were still those few with crooked intentions, trailing along at a distance, watching to see if they might fish up some small advantage.

     

    As he fled, Qin Yichen cast a glance at the map Qing Luan had pressed into his hands upon leaving. After roughly determining his bearings, he shot off toward a certain direction.

     

    At this moment, he had no leisure to consider the dangers lurking within the Silent Forest. If he allowed those fellows to surround him again, even extricating himself would likely come at a considerable cost.

     

    He had only just entered the first trial. He had no desire to expose all of his trump cards so early. Moreover, even though he had prepared a plentiful supply of essential Pills, consuming too much of them was no good thing for him, either.

     

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