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Ding Tianhu's face showed no surprise whatsoever. What was a mere level five ultra-capable like Vihar? Master Shen was like an immortal, an extraordinary being. He held a blind admiration for Shen Feng, even believing that there was nothing in this world that Master Shen couldn't do.

He walked respectfully to Shen Feng's side and said, "Master Shen, for the sake of our acquaintance with the members of Hell Training Camp, please save them this once!"

After speaking, he bowed deeply to Shen Feng. It seemed as if he would remain bent over like that if Shen Feng did not agree.

Shen Feng looked at Ding Tianhu and relaxed his tightly furrowed brow.

That's fine! That's fine!

Rescuing the members of Hell Training Camp shouldn't waste too much time. Moreover, the people from the Living Dead Mercenary Group seemed to know quite a bit about the Divine Secret Treasures.

Thus, after pondering for two seconds, Shen Feng said, "I'll accompany you on this trip."

Upon hearing this, an uncontrollable joy surfaced on Ding Tianhu's face as he repeatedly said, "Thank you, Master Shen, for your willingness to take action, thank you."

Meanwhile, Song Yuxuan completely ignored the conversation between Ding Tianhu and Shen Feng. At this moment, her heart was like surging giant waves, and she walked up to Vihar.

Vihar stood rigidly, his eyes wide open, his face frozen in expression, his breathing and heartbeat had long since stopped.

Song Yuxuan looked at the hair strand which had penetrated Vihar's forehead and then protruded from the back of his head. Touching it with her hand, she found that it had reverted to its original softness—the strand was now so soft that it couldn't even penetrate a sheet of paper, let alone someone's skull.

Her gaze settled on the thoroughly dead Vihar, knowing that what was before her was not an illusion. She continued to adjust the turmoil within her heart, now finally understanding why Ding Tianhu had become so uncharacteristically agitated upon meeting this young man!

"Director Song, do you want to stay here? Not come with us?" After speaking, Ding Tianhu immediately started leading the way for Shen Feng.

Song Yuxuan lightly bit her lip, watching the departing figures of Shen Feng and Ding Tianhu, and then followed after them.

She mulled over Shen Feng's age incessantly in her mind—he was too young, appeared to be barely twenty years old?

How could such a young man possess such frightening power? She guessed that Shen Feng must be an Innate Grandmaster, and likely between the middle stage and late stage.

As for the peak of Innate, that was another watershed. Advancing from the late stage to the peak of Innate was extremely challenging.

When Shen Feng had used the hair strand to kill, Song Yuxuan hadn't sensed any aura. She had rarely seen Innate Grandmasters take action in Huaxia Country, so her guess was somewhat vague and based on her own judgment.

Suddenly,

She remembered something and quickly sped up, catching up with Ding Tianhu and Shen Feng, and said, "We can't just go over there like this. The leader of the Living Dead Mercenary Group is an Intermediate Level Ultra-capable Grandmaster, and the deputy leader is a Junior Ultra-capable Grandmaster."

"Brother Yu got separated from us earlier, and he has at least the cultivation of the eighth Acquired State layer. He should be nearby. If we could find him, we'd have another force to reckon with."

Shen Feng didn't speak, showing no intention of paying attention to Song Yuxuan's words.

Ding Tianhu snapped, "Song Yuxuan, I gave you respect by addressing you as Director Song. I know you are worried about the members of Hell Training Camp, but please stop fussing right now. I am very clear on what I am doing!"

Song Yuxuan was just kindly offering a suggestion, so she didn't expect to be scolded by Ding Tianhu. Gnashing her teeth in anger, she felt almost driven mad, especially upon seeing Shen Feng remain so dispassionate. Her annoyance only grew.

They had walked for about half an hour.

In the distance, there was a faint light. There lay an abandoned factory which Ding Tianhu and Song Yuxuan had passed during their escape, though there had been no light at the time.

Vihar had volunteered to pursue and kill Ding Tianhu and Song Yuxuan because he enjoyed the thrill of the chase like a cat after a mouse, and even more, the pleasure of tormenting the mouse once caught. The rest of the mercenary group, knowing Vihar's nature and confident that Ding Tianhu and Song Yuxuan wouldn't be able to cause any trouble for him, had let him have his fun.

Besides, even if Ding Tianhu and Song Yuxuan managed to escape by some fluke, it wouldn't harm the mercenary group. By the time the reinforcements from Huaxia Country arrived, they would have certainly departed.

At this moment.

Inside the abandoned factory.

All members of the Hell Training Camp had lost their ability to fight and lay on the ground, but they were still conscious.

Apart from the members of the Hell Training Camp, there were foreigners from various countries present, all members of the Living Dead Mercenary Group.

Among them was a middle-aged foreign man, wearing glasses and looking quite scholarly. He was Dansney, the leader of the mercenary group.

One shouldn't be deceived by his appearance; countless lives had perished at his hands. He was incredibly ruthless and, it was rumored, had once personally extracted his own parents' hearts.

Standing next to Dansney was a foreign woman with a fiery figure, her clothes tightly outlining every part of her body. She was Kefir, the deputy leader.

Kneeling next to Kefir was a man from Huaxia Country, about thirty years old, stripped of all his clothes, his neck leashed with a dog chain. This man was the one referred to as Brother Yu by Song Yuxuan, Yu Wenxiao, the other person in charge of protecting the members of the Hell Training Camp.

Kefir sat down on a chair nearby, her bare right foot rubbing against Yu Wenxiao's face as she asked, "Does it smell good? Do you like the scent?"

Yu Wenxiao immediately replied in English, "Your Majesty, it smells very good, delightful indeed."

As he spoke, he even began licking Kefir's foot with his tongue. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire

The members of the Hell Training Camp lying on the ground around them cursed weakly.

While Kefir was only an Intermediate Level Ultra-capable Grandmaster, when she had first become an Ultra-capable, she had awakened a special ability.

Her body produced a toxin, and any man who had relations with her would be poisoned by the toxin her body secreted, leaving his life in her hands.@@novelbin@@

This time, some members of the Living Dead Mercenary Group had perished and a few new recruits were needed. Although Yu Wenxiao wasn't an Ultra-capable, his Cultivation at the Acquired Eighth Level was enough to qualify him for the mercenary group.

Yu Wenxiao, who had been separated from Ding Tianhu and others earlier, was eventually captured by the Living Dead Mercenary Group and had relations with Kefir.

After feeling the poison in his body, Yu Wenxiao became terribly afraid of death! He was genuinely terrified of dying! So he chose to obediently follow Kefir's commands.

Outside the abandoned factory, Ding Tianhu and Song Yuxuan couldn't hear the sounds inside through the window, but Shen Feng could. He glanced at Song Yuxuan and asked, "Is this your Brother Yu? It seems he got here before us. Is he planning to use his tongue skills to help us?"

Song Yuxuan had an unsightly expression on her face, looking at Yu Wenxiao inside who was licking with relish, her fists clenched tightly.

In the past, Yu Wenxiao had persistently pursued her, and she could never have imagined that he was such a spineless person, capable of such shameless, undignified actions!