Chapter 901: Chapter 901 [Extremely Strange Movement Technique]

The words had barely settled when the four of them disappeared from their spot.

When they reappeared, the four were already inside the club.

The upscale club was brightly lit even in the dead of night, with quite a few security guards patrolling.

After Ye Chenfeng made a gesture, the four split into two groups, searching in two directions.

Ye Chenfeng and his team entered almost openly, only needing to avoid arousing suspicion. As for the danger, they didn’t feel it; they just hoped to find the people and confront them head-on.

A few minutes later, the four regrouped at a certain area.

This place was a huge private room in the club, with quite a few attendants waiting at the door.

“This is it!”

Underneath the hat, cold light shot from Asura’s eyes.

“First, observe the terrain; don’t let anyone leave later!” Ye Chenfeng instructed.

“Under the Asura Path, no one survives!” Asura responded with just that sentence to Ye Chenfeng.

Inside the private room.

There weren’t too many people, but there were around ten.

Among them, four were Wang Long, the fat guy, and others whom Ye Chenfeng had met at the KTV. At this moment, two people were sitting on the sofa opposite them, while the other six stood behind them, expressionless and cold like metal.

“The Military God told you long ago to be steady in Jiangnan, not to go out seeking pleasure!” One person slowly rose from the sofa, a cold curve on his appropriately thick lips.

His tall figure emitted an overwhelming pressure, making it hard for Wang Long and his group to breathe.

Wang Long, the fat guy, retorted disdainfully, “So what if I did? Aren’t we fine now?”

“You’re as arrogant as ever. The Military God was right; you need experience to smooth out your edges!” That person complained.

“I just don’t believe it. With you here, do we need to fear this Ye Chenfeng? Is your power not enough to kill him?” The fat guy continued defiantly.

In the dim background, amidst flickering lights, a vague outline of a face appeared. His face was full of helplessness: “Wang Long, stay with me for a few more years!”

“Tonight, I feel the atmosphere is not quite right,” another person sitting on the sofa said gravely.

The one standing nodded: “I feel it too.”

“I want to see who you are?”

A sudden roar erupted, followed by a bang as the private room door was blasted open.

Instantly, Ye Chenfeng and his three companions appeared, a powerful killing aura enveloping everyone in the room.

“Ye Chenfeng?”

“Is it you?”

…

Various surprised voices arose, especially from Wang Long, who was too shocked to speak, realizing that despite the roundabout way they took, they were still found.

“Here we meet again, old Wang!” Ye Chenfeng sneered, “I really want to see who you are!”

Before he finished speaking, Ye Chenfeng directly started, moving so fast through Wang Long and the other three that his figure blurred in the surveillance cameras.

The person standing was facing away from the crowd, seemingly afraid of anyone seeing who he was!

“Bang!”

However, the person on the sofa suddenly started, directly blocking in front of Ye Chenfeng, unleashing a heaven-shattering Palm Force against Ye Chenfeng’s fist.

“Crack!”

Neither moved forward nor backward, but the floor beneath their feet cracked densely, spreading out like a spider web, chilling and expanding.

Before him was an ordinary face, yet it gave Ye Chenfeng an incredibly familiar feeling.

It wasn’t just because he was the Thousand Faces; Ye Chenfeng felt he resembled someone familiar.

“Thousand Faces, we meet again!” Ye Chenfeng sneered, while the person’s expression changed dramatically.

It was clear he was the Thousand Faces!

Meanwhile, the ghostly God of Killing and Yao Dao had already charged forward, battling the others.

Asura’s target shifted to that person: “Great, the strongest is left for me!”

An extraordinary scene unfolded, as Asura disappeared from his original spot and appeared directly in front of that person in the blink of an eye.

Asura extended all five fingers toward that person.

But that person moved like he was oiled, dodging Asura’s grip, feeling like punching into thin air, as if hitting cotton. That person nimbly escaped Asura.

“Hmm?”

This made Asura pause; he aimed for a surprising attack to be a deadly blow.

Yet this person’s movement technique was too bizarre, one touch and he was gone, let alone catching him; he couldn’t even brush past.

“So strange, I’ve never seen such a movement technique!”

Between quick thoughts, Asura had already launched a dozen strikes.

But each time Asura felt he was about to catch the opponent, they still escaped, like grabbing at shadows.

“Retreat!”

The person suddenly shouted. Immediately, a section of wall in front of him met a tremendous impact, creating a large hole.

He moved again, unexpectedly grabbing the fat guy and escaping through the wall opening during Asura’s attack.

As Asura was about to chase, a massive oppressive force suddenly spread out.

“Bang!”

A weight equivalent to tens of thousands of pounds pressed down, forcibly stopping Asura’s steps.

Simultaneously, the Thousand Faces fled through the wall opening.

“Block them!”

Wang Long and the others consumed a liquid that instantly boosted their combat strength, becoming frenzied, crazily attacking Ye Chenfeng and his companions.

Their sole desperation was to buy time for the Thousand Faces and others to leave.

“Open!”

Ye Chenfeng found that regular attacks by Yao Dao were ineffective against them, using Divine Source Power to crush the head of an attacker, raising a mist of blood.

Asura directly drained a person dry.

After clearing the hurdles, Ye Chenfeng and Asura chased immediately, but as they landed, a group of experts charged at them.

In a bloody storm, these people fell one by one.

“They have already escaped!”

While arranging those to block Ye Chenfeng and Asura, the Thousand Faces trio had vanished without a trace.

“That person was definitely powerful; I could sense it. But why did he hide?” Asura pondered.

“Perhaps he still doesn’t want to confront us head-on!”

“That’s right, Wang Long!”

Ye Chenfeng suddenly remembered Wang Long and hurried back.

Returning to the private room again, Wang Long and the others had basically been subdued.

“Old Wang, I never thought we’d see a day like this,” Ye Chenfeng looked at him with a complicated gaze.

“Little Demon King, I’m sorry, but you won’t learn anything from me.”

Wang Long gave Ye Chenfeng an apologetic look, then closed his eyes, blood incessantly oozing from his mouth, nasal cavity, and other parts.