"Who will be next?"
Ye Yang casually waved his hand, and the man from before was cut in half at the waist by a single sword stroke.
He had not even had time to send out a distress signal, much less let out a pained wail.
"Overestimating yourself. With that pitiful level of skill, you still want to kill me? That's utterly absurd. How's that for power?"
His sword struck like a dragon, swift as the wind. The entire process was ferocious and domineering, victory decided by the slightest margin as he instantly slew his opponent.
"Glug, glug."
In a dark corner somewhere, the man who had been itching to make a move quietly abandoned his plan.
Just now, he had been unable to stop himself from swallowing. His opponent was simply too overbearing, resolving the matter with one sword and killing the assassin who had wanted his life.
"Wait a second. What happened to the waiter? Didn't I already give him something and put the Eight-Step Zen Fall Elixir into it? Why hasn't there been the slightest reaction?"
Having witnessed this by chance, he could not help muttering to himself. The Eight-Step Zen Fall Elixir was Number One Poison Under Heaven, colorless and tasteless. Even a Martial Saint Realm expert would become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered if they carelessly fell victim to it, let alone a mere Martial Apprentice.
"Forget it. This kid is simply too sinister. I'll wait until he leaves the inn."
One man was in the open while the other was hidden in the shadows. It could be said that this man had already placed himself in an invincible position.
He was cautiously observing when, with a crack, a crisp sound rang out, especially piercing in the night.
He cursed inwardly, Damn it. It had to happen now—neither earlier nor later. Who exactly is sabotaging me?
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Just as he was not paying attention, a small pebble struck a piece of wood and knocked it over. It happened to fall at his feet, and he stepped on it.
With another crack, a crisp sound rang out in the darkness. It sounded particularly natural, but it exposed his position at once.
At that moment, he was terribly embarrassed. He wished he could find a hole and crawl into it.
While silently praying, he thought to himself, He can't see me. He can't see me. I definitely can't be seen.
Unfortunately, he had covered his head but not his rear. It was nothing but self-deception. At that very moment, a powerful divine sense had already locked onto him.
"Damn it, I'm going all out. I refuse to believe I'm not poisoned this time."
The Black-Clad Man decided to face his opponent directly. He stopped hiding and stopped watching his opponent's expression, instead stepping out bravely.
"Young hero, I'm telling you, this is a misunderstanding. Do you believe me? At any rate, I believe it."
Ye Yang merely glanced toward a certain direction and instinctively released his powerful divine sense.
With the support of the Primordial Chaos Creation Art, everything within a certain radius was under his control. Not a flower, blade of grass, twig, or tree could escape his eyes.
Their eyes met, and an awkward atmosphere spread through the air. In the end, the other party broke the stalemate.
"Who are you? What exactly are you trying to do? Visiting in the dead of night—what are your intentions?"
He had merely used a little trick just now, never expecting a big fish to deliver itself to his door. Naturally, he would not let this opportunity slip away.
A pair of sharp eyes swept over, radiating such oppressive force that no one could look directly into them.
"Damn it, which idiot set me up? Could it be that, besides him, someone else is also targeting this kid?"
He muttered inwardly, but now that things had come to this, there was no turning back. He could only try to stall for time as much as possible!
After all, Number One Poison Under Heaven, the Eight-Step Zen Fall Elixir, was about to take effect. He could only pray.
"Young hero, this really is a misunderstanding. If you don't believe me, watch me raise both hands in surrender."
When two powers clashed, surrendering meant losing half the battle. Without hesitation, he slowly raised both hands.
He had already prepared his secret weapon in the shadows: the Number One Hidden Weapon Under Heaven, the Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers Needles.
"Interesting. That was so decisive. I've never encountered anyone so decisive. I haven't even told him to surrender, yet he surrendered directly. There's something fishy here!"
Seeing this, Ye Yang immediately furrowed his brows. At that very moment, his insides churned violently. Realizing this, he could not help sighing inwardly, This is bad.
He rubbed his stomach as sweat poured from him. He thought he had simply eaten too quickly and accidentally suffered food poisoning.
"Haha, brat, rest in peace on Yellow Springs Road. Die!"
Taking advantage of an enemy's illness to finish him off, he naturally would not let such a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity pass. Unfortunately, this was merely a little ploy by Ye Yang to lure him out.
His entire body transformed into an afterimage and vanished, while the other party's attack struck empty air.
"Not good! This kid tricked me."
The arrow was already nocked and had to be fired. He had thought that attacking from multiple directions would greatly improve his chances of victory, but before his enemy, it was nothing more than a joke.
A sword flash shot out in an instant. Only after he lowered his head did he discover a faint scratch across his chest.
It looked like a shallow red line drawn across his chest, but he knew it was the Soul-Reaping Death-Bringing Line from hell.
"Tell me, who sent you? As long as you cooperate honestly, I can consider sparing your life."
Immediately afterward, a chillingly sharp sword rested against his head. If he made the slightest move or showed the least bit of disobedience, his body and soul would be annihilated.
A cold glint filled Ye Yang's eyes as he looked at the other man. He had merely come to keep an appointment and wanted nothing more than to rest properly. Why did these people keep coming after him? Did he possess some secret?
At the instant between life and death, the air grew several degrees colder. It seemed even the atmosphere had been affected by the youth before it, rising and falling unpredictably.
"Young hero, this really is a misunderstanding. I don't know either."
Even at this moment, he was still stubbornly refusing to admit anything, still gambling on one last chance. Unfortunately, his opponent had already seen through his scheme and conspiracy!
"Forget it. Those who do too much evil bring ruin upon themselves. If you constantly walk by the riverbank, how can you expect never to get your shoes wet? You will pay the price for your actions. Get lost."
Ye Yang had already pronounced the other party's fate without saying so aloud, because the man had just been struck by his newly created sword technique, Soul-Reaping Thirteen Forms!
"Thank you, young hero, for sparing my life."
He had almost thought he had misheard. Only after asking for confirmation again and taking a step away did he realize that his opponent had not lied and had truly decided to spare him.
"Get lost!"
A cold voice rang out. Before he could change his mind, the man vanished from Ye Yang's sight.
"I'm leaving. I'll leave right now."
Hearing this, the man who had carried out the assassination mission felt as though he were facing a great enemy. He wondered whether this youth was an idiot. With such a perfect opportunity, he had actually failed to finish him off.
"Heh, he's simply too young. It seems this person cannot be entrusted with important tasks."
No sooner had one wave subsided than another rose. Everything had been witnessed by someone hidden in the darkness, because he knew that from the moment the first clash began, the man's fate and ending had already been decided.
"You really think I spared you? I merely let you have one last taste of the world's beautiful scenery. Go on your way in peace."
Unable to bear watching this cruel scene, Ye Yang slowly turned around. Then, all of a sudden, the other man's body began to develop countless cracks, like a porcelain vessel splitting from the inside out.
"Brat, you have no martial virtue! You deceived me!"
Only an enraged voice remained, resounding throughout heaven and earth. Unfortunately, he could no longer hear anything or see anything.
Bang!
His entire body shattered into pieces, turning into a pile of minced flesh. He could not have been more dead.
"When King Yama tells you to die at the third watch, you absolutely won't live past the fifth. I was only kindly warning you, but unfortunately, you stubbornly refused to understand. This is your ending."
He simply stretched out a hand, and all the hidden weapons the other man had called the Number One Hidden Weapon Under Heaven—the Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers Needles—fell into his grasp.
Immediately afterward, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. The so-called Number One Poison Under Heaven, the Eight-Step Zen Fall Elixir, had also been forced out of his body.
"Interesting. It seems this kid was poisoned too. He really did all the work for me. I'll let him bounce around for a while, then find a chance to kill him on the road."
A figure gradually receded into the darkness and disappeared completely. Only after the other party had left did Ye Yang secretly wipe the corner of his mouth.
He thought inwardly, You want to kill me? It won't be that easy. If you want to kill me, you'll have to be prepared to die by my hand. Who will be next?
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