Deterring the Petty, Who's Next?

"Who will be next?"

Ye Yang casually waved his hand, and the man from before was instantly bisected by his sword.

He didn't even have time to send out a distress signal, nor to let out a cry of pain.

"Overestimating yourself. With your meager skills, you think you can kill me? It's utterly absurd. Now you've learned your lesson, haven't you?"

His sword moved like a dragon, his strike like the wind. The entire process was incredibly swift and dominant, the outcome decided in a hair's breadth, instantly killing his opponent.

"Gulp, gulp."

From a dark corner, the man who had been stirring moments ago now abandoned his plan.

He couldn't help but swallow hard just now. The opponent was simply too overbearing, ending the life of the assassin who wanted to kill him with a single sword strike.

"Wait a minute, what's going on with the shop assistant? Didn't I give him something? Didn't I put the Eight-Step Zen Fall Elixir in it? Why isn't there any reaction?"

Seeing this scene by chance, he couldn't help but mutter to himself. After all, the Eight-Step Zen Fall Elixir was the number one most potent poison in the world, colorless and odorless. Even a Martial Saint realm expert, if caught off guard, would become a lamb to the slaughter. Let alone a mere Martial Apprentice.

"Whatever, this kid is too strange. I'll wait until he leaves the inn."

One in the open, one in the dark. It could be said that this man had placed himself in an invincible position.

He was observing carefully when, crack, a crisp sound rang out, particularly piercing in the dark night.

He inwardly cursed, "Damn it, why now? Why at this precise moment? Who is trying to set me up?"

The praying mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Just as he let his guard down, a small stone suddenly knocked over a piece of wood, which fell right at his feet. He stepped on it.

Crack, a crisp sound echoed in the darkness, sounding completely natural, directly exposing his location.

At this moment, he felt extremely awkward, wishing he could burrow into the ground.

Silently praying, he secretly thought, "Can't see me, can't see me, they definitely can't see me."

Alas, this was merely self-deception. At this very moment, a powerful divine sense had locked onto him.

"Damn it, I'll risk it! I don't believe I'm not poisoned this time."

The Black-Clad Man decided to face his opponent directly, no longer hiding or caring about their expression. He bravely stepped out.

"Young Hero, I swear this is a misunderstanding. Do you believe me? I believe it anyway."

Ye Yang merely glanced in a certain direction, his powerful divine sense involuntarily spreading out.

With the enhancement of the Primordial Chaos Creation Art, everything within a certain range was under his control. Not a single flower or blade of grass, not a single tree or shrub, could escape his sight.

Their eyes met, and an awkward atmosphere permeated the air. Finally, the other party broke the stalemate.

"Who are you? What do you want? Visiting so late at night, what is your intention?"

He had only used a minor trick just now, but he hadn't expected a big fish to deliver itself to his doorstep. Of course, he wouldn't let this opportunity pass.

A pair of sharp eyes stared over, exuding immense pressure, making it impossible to meet his gaze.

"Damn it, who is the idiot who set me up? Is someone else targeting this kid besides him?"

He muttered to himself, but now that things had come to this, there was no turning back. He could only try to stall for time!

He knew that the Eight-Step Zen Fall Elixir, the number one poison under heaven, was about to take effect. He could only pray.

"Young Hero, it truly is a misunderstanding. If you don't believe me, look, I'll surrender with my hands up."

When two strong opponents clash, surrender means half the battle is lost. At this moment, he didn't hesitate, slowly raising his hands.

Secretly, he had already prepared his ultimate weapon: the number one hidden weapon, the Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers Needles.

"Interesting. So straightforward. I've never met someone so decisive. I haven't even told him to surrender, yet he surrenders directly. There's something fishy about this!"

Ye Yang frowned upon seeing this. At this very moment, his insides churned violently. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, "Not good."

He touched his stomach, breaking out in a cold sweat. He had thought he had eaten too quickly and gotten food poisoning.

"Hahaha, kid, rest in peace on the Yellow Springs Road. Die!"

Taking advantage of the enemy's weakness to strike a fatal blow. This was a rare opportunity, and he naturally wouldn't let it pass. Unfortunately, this was merely a small ploy by Ye Yang, designed to lure him in.

He transformed into an afterimage and vanished, while the opponent's attack had already missed.

"Not good, this kid is playing tricks."

The arrow was already on the string, and there was no turning back. He thought that by using multiple tactics, he could increase his chances of victory, but in front of the enemy, it was merely a joke.

A flash of sword light instantly struck. When he lowered his head, he discovered a shallow scratch on his chest.

It was like a faint red line imprinted on his chest, but he knew it was the soul-reaping, life-taking line from hell.

"In the end, who sent you? If you cooperate honestly, I might consider letting you go."

Immediately after, a sword radiating chilling cold was placed on his head. If he made the slightest move, if he showed the slightest sign of non-cooperation, his soul would be annihilated.

Ye Yang's eyes were filled with frost as he looked at the man. He had only wanted to attend a meeting and rest properly. Why were these people so persistent? Did he hold some secret?

In the space between life and death, the air turned somber, as if influenced by the young man before them, becoming turbulent.

"Young Hero, this is truly a misunderstanding. I don't know anything."

Even at this point, he was still playing dumb and gambling. Unfortunately, the other party had already seen through his scheme and conspiracy!

"Enough, those who do too much evil will perish by their own hand. You can't walk by the river every day without getting your shoes wet. You will pay the price for your actions. Now get out."

Ye Yang had already, without anyone noticing, sealed the other party's fate. That was because the man had just fallen victim to his newly created sword technique, the Soul-Reaping Thirteen Forms!

"Thank you, Young Hero, for sparing my life."

He had almost thought he misheard, but after confirming it again, and as he stepped away, he realized the other party hadn't lied to him; he was truly letting him go.

"Get out!"

A cold, sharp voice rang out, and before the man could change his mind, he vanished from Ye Yang's sight.

"I'm going, I'm going right now."

Hearing this, the man who had been tasked with the assassination mission felt as if he were facing a great enemy. He wondered if this young man was an idiot, not seizing such a perfect opportunity.

"Heh, he's just too young. It seems this person cannot be relied upon."

As one trouble subsided, another arose. All of this was observed by someone hidden in the shadows. He knew that from the moment they first clashed, his fate and end had already been sealed.

"You really think I let you go? I was merely allowing you to have one last moment to appreciate the beauty of the world. Rest in peace."

Ye Yang couldn't bear to watch the brutal scene and slowly turned his body. Suddenly, the other man's body, like porcelain, developed countless cracks from the inside out.

"Brat, you don't fight fair, you tricked me!"

Only an enraged voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth, but alas, he could no longer hear or see.

With a bang.

The man's body exploded into pieces, turning into a pile of bloody pulp, dead as dead could be.

"King Yama calls for you at the third watch, and you won't live past the fifth. I was only kindly reminding you, but you were stubborn. This is your end."

Ye Yang directly extended a hand, and all of the opponent's so-called number one hidden weapon, the Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers Needles, were now in his grasp.

Immediately after, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, expelling the so-called Number One Poison Under Heaven, the Eight-Step Zen Fall Elixir, from his body.

"Interesting. It seems this brat was also poisoned. He really did all the work for me. Let him have his fun for now. I'll find a chance to finish him off on the road."

A figure in the darkness gradually faded away until they disappeared completely. Only after the other person had left did Ye Yang quietly wipe the corner of his mouth.

He inwardly mused, "You want to kill me? It's not that easy. Be prepared to be killed by me. Who's next?"