Even a Clay Figure Has Three Parts Fire, Limit Outbreak!

"Interesting, who is this now? Could it be another assassin sent by that old fox?"

The setting sun resembled blood as it cast its light upon a humble inn at the foot of White Cloud Mountain, creating a picturesque scene.

"Welcome, how many cups, sir?"

The waiter greeted him enthusiastically and, upon receiving an affirmative answer, immediately went to prepare the drinks.

But as soon as he turned around, his expression changed, his eyes gleaming with a cold light.

"Is everything ready?"

Everyone seemed to be performing their duties flawlessly, but in reality, Ye Yang was in control of everything.

"Don't worry, boss. The entire inn is staffed by our people. Every flower, every blade of grass, every tree is under our control. Where can he run? Where can he escape to?"

The group was secretly communicating, knowing this was their last chance. Once he stepped onto White Cloud Mountain and entered White Cloud Temple, they would have to retreat.

Their superiors had already issued orders to quit while they were ahead. Once he entered White Cloud Mountain's territory, they had to give up, or the consequences would be severe.

Although they didn't understand why the order was issued, they knew one thing: to live longer, they couldn't ask questions they shouldn't ask, and they couldn't know things they shouldn't know.

"Good. This kid is strangely eccentric. The previous groups failed to stop him, and instead suffered heavy losses. We must not fall into the same trap. Learn from their mistakes and study them carefully."

While everything seemed normal, a murderous aura was brewing beneath the surface. At the same time Ye Yang was traveling, the most mysterious assassin organization, Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, had issued a Grim Reaper Pursuit Order for him.

Any assassin from Heavenly Secrets Pavilion could accept the task at any time, in any location. Upon completion, the reward was one thousand taels of gold.

If they could capture him alive, the reward would be doubled, making a meteoric rise to success not just a dream. It was as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples everywhere!

"Here you go, sir."

After secretly exchanging information, they had set up a trap. As he turned around, the waiter had already added the number one miraculous drug in the world, the super-powerful sleeping draught known as Half-Sentence Drop, to the tea.

Just half a drop was enough to knock out a ferocious beast, let alone a person. To be safe, he had poured an entire bottle into the tea.

To make someone go crazy, you must first drive them insane. They would either not make a move at all, or go all out, showing no mercy.

"Here you go, sir."

The waiter watched Ye Yang drink the tea in one gulp, finally feeling relieved. The drug would take half an hour to take effect, and after that, not even a god could save him.

"Don't worry, boss. I personally watched him drink the poison. We just need to wait half an hour to see a good show."

The key was to strike unexpectedly and catch him off guard, aiming for surprise to achieve twice the result with half the effort. That was what he thought, and that was what he did.

Half an hour later...

"Wait, what's going on? I only had a few sips of tea, so why am I feeling dizzy? Did they drug me?"

Ye Yang felt dizzy, the world spinning around him. His vision became increasingly blurry until he finally closed his eyes completely!

"So heavy, I can't hold on!" He couldn't fight off the sleepiness. His eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. He closed his eyes and leaned on the table, motionless.

"How is it? You know, this is a miraculous elixir I found through my own means. This kid couldn't defend against it and fell for it obediently."

One of the men boasted about his achievement. He had never failed when he took action, and this time was no exception.

"It seems this first credit belongs to me, everyone! Don't try to steal it from me!"

The man who had personally administered the drug laughed and immediately changed his identity, no longer the waiter who could be summoned at will, but a bloodthirsty demon.

He laughed wildly, completely disregarding Ye Yang, who was sound asleep like a dead pig.

"Kid, there's a road to heaven, but you don't take it? There's no door to hell, but you insist on barging in. Now you know how powerful we are, right?"

Amidst the surprised gazes of the others, he walked directly towards Ye Yang, ready to kick him. But then, a flash of sword light.

From beginning to end, everything was settled before he could react. A shallow cut appeared on his neck.

"What sword technique is this? I've never seen it before?"

The man thought he was about to receive a huge reward for his contribution, but instead, it became his death warrant.

Even at the moment of his death, his eyes were wide open. Everything happened in an instant, sealing his fate.

"How is it? Killing the chicken to scare the monkeys. You've already learned your fate, so just quietly sink into oblivion."

Ye Yang was so smooth, killing one of them in broad daylight like a ghost, making him pay a heavy price.

Between drawing and sheathing his sword, there was no movement, and no one could see how he had killed the man.

But a living life, a powerful expert, had just died like that.

With a thud.

Blood spurted from his neck, and his vision became increasingly blurry in his unwilling gaze, until he fell into oblivion.

He fell straight down, the whole process clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

"Boss, what should we do now? This kid is indeed very powerful."

"That's right. Every time he's in a dangerous situation, he manages to escape in time. He's just incredibly lucky."

The group discussed how to deal with the current situation in hushed voices, but unfortunately, no one could answer them. They could only figure it out themselves.

"Who will be next? Will it be you, him, or me?"

Ye Yang's gaze swept over everyone present like ice, as if it could penetrate their hearts and reach the depths of their souls.

"Big brother, let's stop playing and get out of here. They're just too arrogant."

"What's this? Trying to run away? I advise you not to even think about it, or you'll bear the consequences."

The air seemed to solidify at that moment, even breathing became cautious, afraid that a small mistake would lead to their complete downfall, which would be extremely bad.

Suddenly, he moved, appearing beside one of the men like a ghost!

"Who sent you, anyway? This is never-ending."

Ye Yang, with the tip of his sword pointed directly at the man's throat, his voice low and cold, "Will you be next?"

Seemingly irrelevant and very ordinary, in reality, a thousand words were contained in silence!

The man trembled all over, sweat sliding down his cheeks, his eyes full of fear and despair.

"Impossible, this must be an illusion!"

Seeing this, the surrounding people retreated one after another, afraid of becoming the next victim under Ye Yang's sword.

"I told you, provoking me has serious consequences. Now you know, right?"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Ye Yang's mouth, the sword flashed, and he instantly returned to his original position!

But the man stood there like a puppet, a thin, almost invisible red line left on his neck, a sure kill with no hesitation!

"How could this be..."

Before he could finish his last words, blood spurted out!

With a thud, he fell slowly in front of everyone, his eyes full of unwillingness and astonishment.

"Even a clay figure has some temper. All of you, come at me. I'm in a hurry!"

Ye Yang, holding his long sword, charged into the crowd, unstoppable, like a tiger descending the mountain!