"Bang!"
Shi Sheng mustered all his strength and hurled him out.
A Mage’s physique is their weak spot to begin with.
After being thrown like that, he spat a mouthful of blood so high it almost painted the ceiling, and his whole aura instantly weakened.
"Hmph!"
Seeing this, Shi Sheng sneered in disdain.
"No matter how flashy your magic is, it can’t beat a Martial Artist’s fists."
The skills of a Martial Artist may not be as dazzling as magic, but when it comes to physique, they’re undeniably superior to Mages.
"Nicely done!"
Ye Liuyun grinned and praised Shi Sheng.
Hearing this, Shi Sheng, who just a second ago looked all intimidating, instantly broke into a silly grin.
"It’s all thanks to you, sir, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have found this guy."
Shi Sheng wasn’t dumb enough to hog all the glory for himself.
Instead, he spoke honestly.
If not for Ye Liuyun just now, he really wouldn’t have noticed the Mage underground, and could’ve easily been ambushed.
Ye Liuyun just shook his head and didn’t say more.
He looked over casually.
The other guy was also a Sixth Grade Mage.
Besides having the same blue-quality Mage Talent Entry, he also had a green-quality Alchemy talent.
"Alchemy Talent (Green): You have a unique gift for Alchemy!"
Although a green-quality Talent Entry isn’t very high, it’s still rare enough—not taking it would really be a waste.
Besides.
It’s green-quality now, but after fusing a few more, doesn’t the quality just go up?
Just as Ye Liuyun was surprised by this unexpected bonus on top of the Mage talent...
The two Sixth Grade Mages exchanged a glance first.
Then, they attacked together.
But their target wasn’t Ye Liuyun, it was Shu Fan locked up in the prison cart.
"Boom!"
Both of them struck at the same time, their palms blasting toward the prison cart.
Two fire dragons shot out from their palms, roaring straight at Shu Fan inside the cart.
This was Fire Dragon Magic—a spell Ye Liuyun had seen before, nothing surprising.
The strange thing was, this kind of attack didn’t look like a rescue—it looked more like an assassination.
"?"
This was getting more interesting.
Weird or not, that person was someone he needed to bring back alive, couldn’t let them die here.
"Swish!"
He drew the black blade at his waist, swung it once, and the scorching blade energy instantly wiped out the fire dragons dashing at the cart.
Seeing their magic had failed,
The two made no moves to linger.
"Let’s go!"
They tried to retreat right away.
"Heh!"
Ye Liuyun laughed out loud—turns out when a man can’t take it anymore, he really does just laugh out loud.
No, come on—you attack someone right in front of me and now you want to run? Do you even acknowledge this Innate Martial Artist here?
"Go my ass—you’re all dying right here!"
The two just tried to perform Earth Escape Magic, wanting to slip away underground.
But Ye Liuyun’s sweeping blade energy smashed the ground open in front of them.
With no other options, the two Sixth Grade Mages had to fall back dodging, avoiding Ye Liuyun’s blade strikes.
One of them still wanted to cast a spell, but Shi Sheng, right next to him, spotted his chance and landed a punch square on the guy’s head.
"You really think you can cast spells right next to me—are you looking down on me or what?"
"Bang!"
Ah, youth—one punch and you’re out cold!
Si Nan’s cultivation couldn’t quite compare to Shi Sheng’s.
But since both Mages had their eyes locked on Ye Liuyun, Si Nan didn’t waste words—just whipped out his throwing dart and jabbed it straight into the guy’s kidney.
"You—!"
"You, my ass! This close, what’s the point of throwing my darts at all?"
And with that, he stabbed again.
Though Sixth Grade Mage isn’t exactly a low rank, these two seemed to lack any combat experience. All they knew was sneak attacks; in a fight, they didn’t even pay attention to the people beside them.
A moment later...
The two Mages were tossed in front of Ye Liuyun.
Seeing Ye Liuyun coming over with his black blade slung over his shoulder, the two finally started to panic.
"Wait—wait—we’re disciples of the Illusion Sound Sect! If you kill us, the Sect Leader won’t let you off!"
Ye Liuyun had heard this line countless times already.
Why does it seem like every dead man walking likes to bring up his boss, trying to make me hesitate, as if they could actually threaten me?
"Disciples of the Illusion Sound Sect?"
Ye Liuyun didn’t reply.
He only glanced over at the prison cart, still tightly covered in black cloth.
Shu Fan didn’t say a word, silence under the black cloth.
He looked back at the two in front of him.
"Hand over all the magic you know."
Ye Liuyun wasn’t just after these two’s Talent Entries—he was also interested in everything they’d learned.
"This—!"
They cherished their lives, sure, but if the sect’s magic leaked out and the Sect found out, they’d be dead for sure.
Thinking of this...
The two looked at each other, and still chose to try threatening Ye Liuyun.
Their Illusion Sound Sect Leader was a Third Grade Mage, after all; no way would this Embroidered Uniform Guard really dare kill them, right?
"Impossible! We—"
"Swish!"
Before he could finish, Ye Liuyun’s blade came slashing down.
He was so fast that the other Sixth Grade Mage barely had time to register what happened before he suddenly felt a heavy weight in his hand—
His companion’s head had just rolled into his palm.
"Aaaaaah!"
Horrified, he flung the head away.
"Will you hand it over or not?"
Ye Liuyun barely reacted—he’d killed so many people, he was used to it by now.
He’d seen much creepier stuff in the Imperial Prison. This was nothing.