455: Chapter 455 A Sudden Confession

She danced closer and closer, her long sleeves like clouds, brushing through the air and carrying waves of fragrant breeze.

Just as she danced to within a zhang of Ye Tian's table, her long sleeves rose again... Suddenly!

From within the woman's cloud-like sleeves, three streaks of cold light shot out, fast and silent, aimed directly at Ye Tian!

They were poison needles!

"Watch out!"

Shui Qingdie was sitting right next to him. Although she hadn't seen the thin needles clearly, she felt that cold killing intent. Her face paled, and subconsciously, she moved to block in front of Ye Tian!

Ye Tian's eyes narrowed instantly; he had been on guard!

Almost the moment the opponent raised her sleeves, the Chaos True Essence within his body spontaneously circulated, and the Chaos Thunder Gang formed a layer of grayish-purple Protective Aura around his body.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Three clashing sounds rang out.

The poison needles struck the Thunder Gang barrier, sparking fire and emitting a sizzling sound of corrosion.

The potent poison on the needles could actually corrode the Thunder Gang!

Although it only corroded a little bit, it was enough to be alarming.

Having missed with one strike, shock flashed in the eyes above the dancer's veil.

However, she was clearly a ruthless character. Hardening her heart, instead of fleeing, she instantly compressed and then expanded the True Essence within her body!

"Die together with me!" she shrieked, no longer possessing any trace of gentleness.

"She's going to self-destruct!" someone realized and screamed in terror.

The full-power self-destruction of a Sea Transformation Third Stage Cultivator had enough power to blow up half the hall!

"Retreat!" Prince Rong shouted sternly, a powerful aura rising from his body.

But everything happened too quickly!

The dancer's body swelled instantly like an inflated balloon, on the verge of exploding!

In a flash, Ye Tian stood up abruptly, pulling the stunned Shui Qingdie into his arms, while simultaneously driving the Chaos Thunder Gang to form a Thunder Gang protective wall behind his back.

"Boom!!!"

The explosion rang out, and a violent surge swept outward!

The nearby tables and plates were instantly shattered, and a few unlucky people standing close by were sent flying by the shockwave, screaming repeatedly.

The entire hall shook violently, filled with smoke and dust, in a state of chaos.

The chaos lasted for a few breaths.

When the smoke and dust cleared slightly, everyone looked over, still shaken. They saw that where Ye Tian had been standing, the ground was cracked. The green clothes on his back had been blown to shreds, revealing a charred area with faint traces of blood.

Yet he still stood firmly, and Shui Qingdie in his arms, apart from her slightly disheveled hair and pale face, was uninjured.

The formidable Physical Body of his Five Elements Treasure Body at Minor Achievement, combined with the protection of the third-stage Thunder Gang, helped him withstand the close-range self-destruction impact, leaving him only with some minor external injuries and shock.

"Junior Brother Ye!"

Shui Qingdie raised her head from his arms. Seeing the wounds on his back, tears instantly welled up, and her trembling hand wanted to touch them but dared not.

"It's nothing."

Ye Tian released her, his voice somewhat low.

He turned around slowly, his gaze sweeping across the chaotic hall.

The dancer was already reduced to nothing, but this assassination was clearly premeditated.

He unleashed his spiritual sense, instantly covering the entire scene.

Very quickly, he locked onto a middle-aged fat man wearing the attire of a Nangong Family steward, who was lowering his head, hiding in the panicked crowd, and trying to sneak out of the hall.

It was him!

Before the dancer made her move earlier, Ye Tian vaguely remembered that this guy's gaze had once glanced over here covertly, only he hadn't paid much attention to it.

"Want to leave?"

Ye Tian's eyes turned sharp, and he made a grasping motion in the air with his left hand toward the fat man.

"Hum!"

A palm of thunder instantly crossed several zhang, and amidst the fat man's terrified screams, it snatched him up in mid-air, dragged him back, and slammed him hard onto the ground!

The fat man was dizzy from the fall, several of his bones were broken, and he lay paralyzed on the ground, trembling with pain but daring not to make a sound.

Ye Tian stepped forward and stomped his right foot onto the hand the man was trying to reach toward his waist with. With a slight application of force, the bones shattered.

The fat man immediately let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

Then, Ye Tian bent down, his five fingers like pincers, and gripped the fat man's neck, lifting his entire body up.

The fat man's face turned beet red, his eyes bulged, and he struggled weakly with his hands and feet.

The entire hall was deathly silent.

Everyone was watching this scene, intimidated by Ye Tian's cold and ruthless methods, not daring to even breathe loudly.

One second he was the victim of an assassination, and the next, he had become a death-reaping Yama.

Ye Tian held the fat man, his gaze sweeping over some of the Nangong Family collateral members in the hall whose expressions were changing, before his gaze fell back onto the face of the nearly suffocating fat man in his hand.

"The methods of the Nangong Family,"

Ye Tian spoke, his voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness: "Are still so despicable."

"Spare... spare my life..." the fat man squeezed out a few words from his throat, filled with fear.

Ye Tian's eyes did not flicker in the slightest.

"Crack."

The sound of a neck bone breaking.

The fat man's struggles ceased abruptly, his head lolled limply to one side, his eyes still wide open, retaining his terror.

Ye Tian loosened his hand, and the fat man's corpse fell to the ground.

He acted as if he had just casually thrown away a piece of trash, not even sparing it another glance.

The entire Linde Hall was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned by Ye Tian's decisive and ruthless style of action.

He was simply a god of slaughter!

"Preposterous!"

Prince Rong finally slammed the table and stood up, his face filled with rage: "To dare to commit assassination at the imperial palace night banquet! Treating my Great Yan Imperial Family as nothing! Investigate! Thoroughly investigate the Nangong Family for me! Do not let a single one go!"

"Yes!"

Outside the hall, a commander of the Imperial Guards immediately responded loudly.

With such an incident occurring, the banquet naturally could not continue.

Everyone successively cupped their hands toward Prince Rong and Ye Tian, then took their leave.

Surrounded by the people of the Liuli Xuan Sect, Ye Tian also left the palace and returned to the guesthouse.

On the way back, the atmosphere was somewhat gloomy.

Yun Wuji, Yu Miaoqing, and the others were all silent, clearly still not having recovered from the assassination just now.

Shui Qingdie kept close to Ye Tian's side, head lowered, saying nothing.

Until they were about to reach the entrance of the guesthouse, Ye Tian let the others go in first; he wanted to be quiet at the entrance for a while.

The others went in one after another.

Shui Qingdie, however, dawdled and stayed behind.

The moonlight was cold and clear; only the two of them remained at the guesthouse door.

Ye Tian thought she was scared and said gently: "Senior Sister Shui, it's fine now, go inside."

Shui Qingdie suddenly raised her head. Under the moonlight, her eye sockets were still red, and her long eyelashes were stained with undried teardrops, looking pitiable.

She looked at Ye Tian, bit her lip, her voice carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling: "Junior Brother Ye..."

"Hmm?"

"I..."

Shui Qingdie seemed to have mustered up all her courage; her voice was even lower, carrying a sobbing tone, yet also an indescribable stubbornness: "I'm a little scared."

Ye Tian was startled, thinking she had been frightened by the assassination, and was about to comfort her.

But he heard her continue: "I'm afraid of something happening to you. Every time I see you get hurt, see you being besieged, see those hidden arrows... my heart feels like it's being gripped, and I can't breathe."

Ye Tian was silent, looking at the woman before him who appeared exceptionally fragile under the moonlight.

Shui Qingdie took a small step forward, raised her face, her beautiful eyes shimmering with water, looking straight into Ye Tian's eyes with a seriousness he had never seen before: "Junior Brother Ye, I know my cultivation is low and I can't help you much. But... next time... can you not always protect me behind you?"

Two blushes flew onto her cheeks, spreading all the way to her earlobes, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum: "I... I also want to stand by your side. And fight together with you!"

Having said that, she dared not look at Ye Tian again, turned abruptly, and like a startled little deer, lifted her skirt and ran into the guesthouse without looking back.

Ye Tian stood in place, watching the empty guesthouse entrance, not moving for a long while.

He rubbed his nose, and after a long while, he let out a soft sigh, his eyes somewhat complex.

He did not immediately go in, but instead leaped up and landed on the roof of the main building of the guesthouse.

The view here was wide, and the night wind was biting, which could help him calm down.

However, he had not been sitting for long before he heard light footsteps coming from behind him.