In the tranquil night of the bamboo sea, night dew slowly dripped down the tips of the bamboo leaves, condensing into icy beads on Ye Fan's hair tips. Staring fixedly at Ma San's scar-faced visage, Ye Fan felt the phantom pain of his throat being slashed in his past life surge back into his mind—the stark reminder that some dangers strike without granting the luxury of preparation.
"You... you are that one from the Ye Family..." Ma San's dagger slipped from his hand, his teeth chattering in terror. Behind him, several burly men reached for their short blades, but as the Jiuxiao Huanpei at Ye Fan's waist emitted a cyan glow, the true qi within his inner world poured down his soft sword.
"I am here to send you off," Ye Fan's voice was colder than the night wind. His soft sword swept through the air in a silver arc, imbued with the spiritual energy of his inner world, and struck Ma San's Tanzhong acupoint with pinpoint accuracy. The burly man's eyes bulged, and after a few muffled grunts, he crashed into the campfire.
Chapter 162