CHAPTER 551: CHAPTER 0470: ASSASSINATION OF BEI YINYAO

"To have reached the War General cultivation at such a young age, what a remarkable talent!"

The gaunt old man showed a solemn expression. Huang Zhou’s aura was on par with his own, perhaps even stronger, making him an undoubtedly formidable opponent.

Tonight, he was originally certain of success, ready to complete the task of assassinating Bei Yinyao, but with Huang Zhou’s appearance, his confidence had dropped to only thirty percent.

"I don’t care who you are, if you dare to harm Yinyao, I will ensure you have no place to be buried!"

With a crackling sound, Huang Zhou clenched his fist. Then he stamped his foot, causing the ground in front of him to crack, displaying an extraordinary aura.

The gaunt old man crossed his hands like the wings of a giant bird, a space of several feet in front of him filled with his unique cultivation technique.

"Humph!"

Huang Zhou’s figure suddenly charged forward, bringing with it a streak of white. The old man swiped his hand, issuing gusts of dark wind, meeting Huang Zhou’s palm with a clash.

"Bang!"

A blast sounded in the air, followed by both figures separating.

Huang Zhou retreated two steps, while the old man was forced back five steps, a trace of astonishment on his face.

"Triple Stacking Palm? Is your master Huang Zhan Yuan?"

Huang Zhou responded with a touch of pride and said arrogantly, "Indeed, Huang Zhan Yuan is my grandfather!"

"Humph, to think I’d encounter a youngster here. Let me see how much of Huang Zhan Yuan’s true teachings you have inherited!"

The gaunt old man showed a hint of fear in his eyes but quickly suppressed it. After all, the person before him was not Huang Zhan Yuan, but just his grandson.

The two engaged once more, the surroundings resonating with inner clashes. The security personnel and Bei Yinyao’s bodyguards watched in shock, having never witnessed such a fight before.

Bai Wan’er and An Ruoqing couldn’t help but glance at Ye Qingfeng, who watched calmly without even casting a glance at the fight, his expression one of disinterest.

"If he were to intervene, this old freak wouldn’t last a single move, would he?"

An Ruoqing and Bai Wan’er found themselves amused as they looked at Ye Qingfeng.

In the past, they would have been full of praise, shocked by the fight between Huang Zhou and the gaunt old man, but having witnessed the epic battle between Ye Qingfeng and Long Yuntian — with rivers overturning and a fantasy scene of ice and flames intertwining — this fight seemed ordinary, unable to pique their interest.

Yet, these two fighters treated those around them as nothing, unaware that an unparalleled master was watching them perform their monkey act.

"Bang!"

The two figures intertwined at an increasing speed, and with a muffled sound in the air, Huang Zhou’s palm landed on the gaunt old man’s chest.

"Puff!"

The old man spewed blood and retreated rapidly, barely touching the ground with his toes before he turned and fled into the darkness, leaving only a venomous voice behind.

"Heh heh, boy from the Huang Family, you are indeed strong, but if you think you can protect this girl, you’re simply delusional."

His voice lingered for some time, causing fear in Bei Yinyao as she moved closer to Ye Qingfeng.

"Let’s go. The show is over. Lei Hui, make sure to ensure her safety!"

Ye Qingfeng seemed uninterested in staying longer with Bei Yinyao. He signaled Lei Hui to increase their protection and then left decisively. Bai Wan’er and An Ruoqing gave an apologetic smile to Bei Yinyao before following him.

Bei Yinyao wanted to call out to Ye Qingfeng to clear her doubts, but Huang Zhou approached her.

"Yinyao, don’t be afraid. As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you!"

Huang Zhou’s voice was gentle, shedding the pride he showed others, replaced by deep concern.

"Thank you for earlier. I never expected you to be a martial arts master."

Bei Yinyao’s personal bodyguard was Sister Mei, who had a slight understanding of the martial arts world.

"Do you really need to thank me?" Huang Zhou suddenly said seriously, "Yinyao, I suggest you cancel the performance the day after tomorrow. The one targeting you is the ’Seven Kills’."

"’Seven Kills?’ Who or what is ’Seven Kills’?" Bei Yinyao questioned.

Sister Mei, who had just regained her composure, looked shocked and said, "Mr. Huang, are you referring to the top assassin organization in the country — ’Seven Kills’?"

"Yes!" Huang Zhou nodded, "The ’Seven Kills’ are indeed targeting Yinyao’s life this time!"

Sister Mei looked puzzled and frightened, "What is going on? Why does ’Seven Kills’ want to harm Miss?"

Huang Zhou shook his head, "I don’t know the exact reason, but my grandfather received news that ’Seven Kills’ are indeed determined to target Yinyao. Even their Sect Leader, Mu Tanlang, is making his move and will arrive in a couple of days."

"Mu Tanlang?" Upon hearing this name, Sister Mei’s expression changed drastically.

"It’s said that many years ago, Mu Tanlang was at the Peak of War General, just a step away from the War King Realm, renowned as invincible below the War King. And now he’s coming, specifically for Miss?"

Huang Zhou’s face also turned slightly serious, "Because he intended to come personally, my grandfather is rushing here, invited by Uncle Bei. He will arrive tomorrow."

Sister Mei finally sighed with relief, "With Elder Huang coming, there’s no need to fear Mu Tanlang."

Elder Huang refers to Huang Zhan Yuan, Huang Zhou’s grandfather. His cultivation has also reached the Peak of War General, enough to rival Mu Tanlang.

Bei Yinyao understood partly what they were saying but knew that her situation was perilous.

"Huang Zhou, are you suggesting I cancel the performance?"

She asked.

"Yes, the charity gala the day after tomorrow will have a mixed crowd. People from ’Seven Kills’ could easily mingle within and attack you. It’s hard for us to identify them."

Huang Zhou looked at Bei Yinyao, waiting for her decision.

Bei Yinyao showed a difficult expression. Her performance in Jiangbei had already spread everywhere, fans eagerly anticipating her. If she suddenly canceled the performance and refused to appear, she worried about disappointing countless fans.

Sister Mei saw Bei Yinyao’s hesitation and suddenly said, "Mr. Huang, let Miss continue the performance. I don’t think ’Seven Kills’ will make a move during the show!"

Both Huang Zhou and Bei Yinyao turned to Sister Mei, puzzled by her words.

"Rather than saying ’Seven Kills’ won’t make a move during the show, it’s more accurate to say they wouldn’t dare!"

Sister Mei continued, "This time, the venue is supervised by Nine Tribulations. Behind Nine Tribulations stands that person. Though ’Seven Kills’ are formidable, how could they possibly challenge him?"

Huang Zhou’s eyes condensed, and he spat out a few words with some weight, his eyes filled with intense jealousy.

"You mean... Ye Jiujie?"

Sister Mei nodded lightly, full of admiration, "Indeed, Ye Jiujie’s fame has swept across Huaxia. If Mu Tanlang is wise, he won’t dare to provoke Ye Jiujie’s dignity openly. Tonight’s event, hosted merely by Lei Hui, gives them room to act recklessly. However, during the charity gala, all the key figures of Nine Tribulations will be present. ’Seven Kills’ can hardly choose that time to strike. If they mean harm to Miss, it should be after the charity gala."