Killing Intent Soared to the Heavens

Killing Intent Soared to the Heavens

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yan once again used Lightning-Fast Movement Steps, his figure instantly transforming into a dazzling bolt of lightning as he fearlessly plunged into the crowd.

The lightning crackled, and streaks of icy saber light flared at the same time.

Each time a saber light flashed, a head shot into the sky.

The bolt of lightning flickered and vanished. Behind Bai Yan, the black-clad, masked men fell in swathes like wheat cut down by a sickle.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

One head after another rolled away, and one black-clad, masked man after another collapsed. Yet this time, there was no blood on the ground.

Looking closely, one could see that the Snow Drinking Saber now carried several more degrees of chill than usual, with snowflakes faintly drifting around it. Bai Yan had already triggered the cold energy within the Snow Drinking Saber. When the blade cut into flesh, that cold energy invaded the wounds like a bone-eating parasite. Before the blood could even hit the ground, it had frozen into chunks of bright-red ice.

Whenever the saber struck, snow appeared; people died without blood being spilled!

In the blink of an eye, Bai Yan had slaughtered every black-clad, masked man surrounding the ten carriages.

Only the three Innate Masters remained.

The three looked at the headless corpses scattered all around them. Their minds went blank, and they only felt a chill surge from their heels all the way to their crowns, plunging them into overwhelming terror.

They were not the only ones. Even the surviving Imperial Guards soldiers had been frightened by Bai Yan.

Bai Yan's movement technique was far too fast, and his saberplay was even faster—so fast it defied comprehension.

Saber light formed a river, killing without spilling blood.

They prided themselves on being battle-hardened veterans who had seen life and death countless times, but this was the first time they had witnessed such fierce and ruthless killing methods.

What they did not know was that the speed Bai Yan had displayed was not even half of his peak speed.

If Bai Yan used an Innate Master's True Essence to drive his maxed-out Lightning-Fast Movement Steps, his speed could increase severalfold more. By then, they probably would not even be able to see his afterimage.

"You... who exactly are you!?"

One masked man at the Innate Realm asked the question, his hand gripping his weapon trembling uncontrollably.

Bai Yan looked over coldly, his tone utterly flat.

"A dying man has no need to ask so many questions."

The moment his voice fell, Bai Yan's figure had already vanished from his sight.

The black-clad, masked man was horrified. He hurriedly circulated his energy and thrust his palm forward.

Strange black True Essence formed a pitch-black palm silhouette. It was soul-scorching and bone-eroding, filled with dense demonic energy—none other than the famous demonic art of the martial world, Demonic Yin Sha Palm.

This palm technique was also stored in the Imperial Guard's Scripture Pavilion. It was a seventh-grade martial art.

Demonic Yin Sha Palm was a demonic cultivation art renowned for its viciousness, and quite a few evil sects practiced it.

Among them, the Azure Lotus Sect was the most prevalent.

The black palm silhouette tore through the air, charging forward with an earth-shaking momentum.

Yet with a flash of lightning, the black palm silhouette instantly collapsed.

Bai Yan appeared before the black-clad, masked man and gently pressed a palm against his chest.

Overbearing palm force pierced into his body. Faintly, the furious roar of a dragon echoed in every direction.

The black-clad, masked man took the blow head-on and immediately flew backward. Blood spurted from his mouth and nose, while his entire body crackled and popped, every bone shattering.

He crashed heavily to the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood. Severely injured, he no longer had the strength even to move a finger.

"Fourth Brother!"

Seeing this, the two remaining Innate Masters were instantly driven mad with rage. They roared and simultaneously used their Lightness Skills, flying toward Bai Yan to kill him.

When Imperial Guards Commander Zhou Long saw the reinforcements arrive, he was overjoyed.

Seeing that the leader had become distracted and exposed the opening in his back, he sneered.

"You dare lose focus while fighting this general? You're courting death!"

Zhou Long's figure blurred, transforming into a Ghost Shadow that drifted behind the leader.

The Green Falcon Swordplay suddenly accelerated. The sword light carved out a crafty, bizarre arc and immediately tore a long, narrow wound across the leader's back.

The leader, stung by the pain, suddenly counterattacked. He spun and kicked Zhou Long's sword blade, forcing him back.

He himself also used the opportunity to widen the distance between them.

However, Zhou Long had put killing intent into that previous strike. Sword Qi had now entered the leader's body, piercing straight through his heart and lungs and damaging his five viscera. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood that had surged backward, beyond his control.

On the other side, Bai Yan faced the two charging Innate Masters without dodging or evading. With a backhand palm, he unleashed Dragon Tail Swing, blasting both of them backward while they spat blood.

If Bai Yan had not wanted to keep one alive, he would not have secretly held back his strength. The two would already have been sent to the Yellow Springs.

When the wounded leader saw that his other two brothers had also been severely injured, he immediately thought of retreat. Pushing off with one foot, he fled into the distance.

Rescuing them was impossible. His strength was on par with Zhou Long's, and he was injured as well. Being able to escape on his own was already a blessing. If he stayed, he would certainly die.

Before leaving, he did not forget to glance at Bai Yan in the distance.

He engraved that face firmly in his mind, remembering who their enemy was.

At the same time, the leader was filled with doubt. He could not understand when the Imperial Guards had produced such an absurdly powerful young Hundred-Household Officer.

The intelligence they had received beforehand had never mentioned Bai Yan's existence.

The intelligence had only said that Imperial Guards would come to provide support, but the Hundred-Household Officer leading them was mediocre in martial arts.

Although he was an Innate, he was absolutely no match for the three Innates on their side.

Three against one, with him—a Grandmaster—in addition, there was no way they could lose this battle.

Yet who would have thought the intelligence would be wrong? The person who had arrived possessed supreme combat strength and had directly crushed their three Innate Masters.

"Damn bastard! Who the hell was responsible for gathering intelligence? How could someone like that be called mediocre in martial arts? When I get back, I'll never let him off!"

Thinking of that unreliable scout, the leader was consumed by fury.

If he could return, the first thing he would do was butcher him.

However, a cold voice suddenly sounded beside his ear, making him feel as though bristles were rising from his back and chilling him from head to toe.

"You're not going back."

The instant the voice rang out, Bai Yan struck the leader's back with one palm.

With a crisp crack, the man's bones broke beneath that single palm strike.

Zhou Long, who had been pursuing them from afar, was somewhat startled. He had not expected Bai Yan to be so bold as to hunt down a Grandmaster expert while possessing only Innate cultivation.

Although that Grandmaster had already been injured, he was still a Grandmaster.

What surprised Zhou Long even more was that Bai Yan's Lightness Skill was so formidable as well. He was fast enough that even a Grandmaster expert could not react before Bai Yan struck him with a palm and severely wounded him.

With old injuries compounded by new ones, the leader could no longer hold on.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell helplessly from midair, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Bai Yan flipped and landed. In the next instant, he stamped down and broke all four of the man's limbs, completely crippling him.

Then he stepped on the leader's head, grinding his face into the mud.

Just then, Ren Hong and Li Kaiyao arrived with the Imperial Guards.

"Take all these men who are still alive into custody!"

"Search the surroundings carefully and see whether there are any survivors. Give the dead another stab as well. Don't let a single one go!"

Bai Yan shouted his orders.

Ren Hong and Li Kaiyao immediately clasped their fists and answered.

"This subordinate obeys!"

Several Imperial Guards immediately came forward and bound the three severely injured Innate Masters tightly with Black Iron Chains.

The others spread out and inspected the corpses on the ground one by one. After confirming that none were alive, each corpse received another stab.

This was Bai Yan's rule when leading a team.

Anyone who went on a mission with him had to stab the targets again after the mission ended, in case someone used breath-holding techniques or the like to fake their death and escape.

It also prevented his subordinates from being counterkilled through carelessness while cleaning up the battlefield.