Chapter 380 Warmth
As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely terrifying aura instantly crushed down on the two female assassins. The powerful force almost made them gasp for breath, and they immediately stopped their attack.
Their eyes narrowed sharply; this powerful force far exceeded their imagination, and even their movements seemed to be suppressed.
A black figure swept past them in an instant, carrying endless killing intent.
The next moment, the two delicate figures flew backward like kites with broken strings, passing through several large trees behind them.
One by one, the large trees were knocked down to the ground.
They didn't even have time to scream before they lay dead on the grass, their eyes wide open, looking utterly wretched.
Seeing that the two were dead, Yang Feng slowly calmed the chaotic energy within his body. The endless killing intent in his sorrowful eyes faded, leaving only calmness.
"Yang... Yang Feng, is that you?!" At this moment, Han Shilan, standing behind him, spoke softly, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief and anticipation.
The next second, Yang Feng slowly turned his head, his eyes darting towards the woman he liked, a joyful smile spreading across his handsome face.
Bathed in moonlight, he appeared exceptionally handsome and elegant.
"If it wasn't me... then who else could it be? Silly wife," Yang Feng replied with a faint smile.
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her delicate cheeks like broken pearls.
She ran quickly towards Yang Feng and rushed into his arms, like a swallow nestling in its lap, hugging him tightly as if afraid he would leave her.
Although it was only a few days, she endured hardships that she could not have imagined.
She's the eldest daughter of the Han family, the apple of their eye, and can have whatever she wants.
But he had to endure the loneliness of being alone on the island, searching for food, building shelter, and day and night dreaming that Yang Feng would return from the direction of the swamp.
At this moment, all her inner emotions were poured out.
Yang Feng could sense Han Shilan's unusual emotions, so he quickly reached out and hugged her, gently comforting her, "Don't be afraid, I'm back, and I'll never leave you again."
After a long while, Han Shilan finally recovered and lifted her head slightly from his arms, her eyes filled with tears.
Looking at the familiar and warm face in front of me, I suddenly felt...it's so good.
It's so good to have him around.
Just then, a group of illegally formed female assassins, about eight of them, appeared, all of relatively equal skill levels.
I came here to investigate after hearing the sounds of fighting.
As a result, they saw a man and a woman embracing each other tightly under the moonlight, looking very sweet.
Beside them lay two female assassins of their kind, their bodies lying in a wretched state, their eyes wide open, seemingly dying with their eyes still open.
There was another female assassin; you could sense that she was on the verge of death.
"Besides the female assassins from our Night Rose organization, are there other people involved on this island?"
At this moment, the female assassin in charge, codenamed 04, spoke up, looking puzzled.
"That's good too. It will help us get rid of the other female assassins, so we won't have to spend too much effort."
"That's right. As long as it's in our favor, that's fine. There are still more than 70 people left on the island. We need to get rid of the rest within three days."
"That's right, but why do I feel like those two people in front of us don't have much strength? They seem like just ordinary people. How did they manage to kill those two female assassins and seriously injure one of them?"
"You might not have noticed, but that man seems to be a hidden master. There are fluctuations of energy within his body, but why can't I sense it very well sometimes... He might be a Xuan-level martial artist!"
Mystic Rank Martial Artist!
Upon hearing this word, the other seven female assassins were somewhat surprised, looking at the young man in front of them not far away, who seemed to be only in his early twenties.
Immediately, their voices began to murmur among themselves.
Yang Feng, who was not far away, had excellent hearing. He noticed their incessant chatter and frowned, looking in their direction.
A powerful pressure instantly swept over them, enveloping them.
The eight women were immediately terrified and knelt down.
"Senior, please forgive us for our unintentional offense!"
Yang Feng calmly closed his eyes, holding Han Shilan tightly in his arms, and said to them indifferently, "Get out."
Upon hearing this, the female assassins immediately turned and ran away as if they were mad.
They seriously underestimated Yang Feng's strength.
A single wave of oppressive force was enough to send chills down their spines.
A moment later, they ran about a hundred meters away from that place before stopping near a cave.
Each beautiful face appeared deathly pale, as if they had just experienced life-or-death despair.
"He...he...I never expected there to be such a master on this island!"
"Yes...yes...that's terrifying! I've sensed Lord Ye's anger before, but it wasn't this scary!"
The "Master Night" they were referring to was the founder of the Night Rose organization.
The Night Rose organization ranks fifth in the world's assassin rankings!