Devil Swarm Dance, One Sword Clears Them All!

"Good kid, you've got guts. I have to admire that move just now, catching us off guard. We were almost scared stiff, but now it's time for you to die."

"That's right, what other tricks do you have? Bring them all out. You won't have another chance later."

In front of everyone, killing one of their own right before their eyes was a blatant slap in the face. How could they stand for this? They went mad.

Even if Grandma could tolerate it, Uncle and Aunt couldn't. After a few seconds of stunned surprise, everyone reacted.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and attack! He's only one person, he'll get tired eventually. With so many of us, we can wear him down. Why bother?"

At the critical moment, the leader stepped forward. Their objective was simple: take him down together.

Like a thunderclap from the heavens, it exploded in their dazed minds, instantly clearing their heads. Their eyes glinted with cold light as they stared at Ye Yang, like a delicious lamb.

"That's right, with so many of us, why should we be afraid of him? Form up!"

It had to be said, these people were professionals. As mysterious assassins from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion killer organization, they quickly adjusted. Their energies intertwined, forming a perfect killing formation.

With both offense and defense, they achieved an effect greater than the sum of their parts. Attacking any one of them would result in the others surrounding and annihilating them, leaving them unable to defend themselves.

Unless they could finish him off in one go, their chances of victory were slim. They could advance to attack and retreat to defend, making them seem invincible in their eyes.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

One of them uttered the word "kill" several times, and the others were quickly infected. Their killing intent surged and pressed down on Ye Yang.

"Kid, die!"

With a clang, in the blink of an eye, everyone drew their weapons. The clash of swords and sabers rang out crisply.

"Go, take him down!"

The leader pointed with a large hand, and everyone charged like tigers descending from a mountain.

Their goal was simple and direct: Ye Yang. Only by killing him could they salvage the honor of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, and only by eliminating him could they finally put their minds at ease.

"Kill!"

Swift as a startled swan, powerful as a charging thunderbolt, under the boost of the formation, their defensive speed and power were greatly enhanced.

"As expected, you were sent by that mysterious assassin organization. I didn't intend to get entangled with you, but since you insist on pestering me, don't blame Monster for being impolite."

Ye Yang understood their intentions clearly. They merely wanted his head, incited by someone else!

But money makes the world go 'round, that was an undeniable fact. Regardless of their motives, they had shown killing intent towards him, and that was unacceptable.

"Kid, keep company on the Yellow Springs Road. Don't say Monster didn't warn you. You were given a chance, but you didn't seize it."

"That's right, now accept the judgment of fate obediently!"

Amidst a chaotic dance of devils, swords and sabers crisscrossed, weaving towards Ye Yang.

With a bang.

They clashed instantly, but it was a miss. It was merely an afterimage of the opponent.

"Everyone be careful, this kid is not simple."

In the darkness, the glint of swords and sabers emanated a chilling aura, reflecting on everyone's faces, making them look grim.

In their haste, they had missed, causing their expressions to turn ugly.

"Kid, it seems you have some skill, some tricks up your sleeve, but that's all."

"That's right, next, we'll get serious. That was just a warm-up."

To avoid dampening morale, they found a seemingly reasonable excuse. In reality, they were starting to feel nervous.

" Big Brother, what do we do now? With the boost of the formation, our seemingly fatal blow missed."

Life and death hung by a thread. That last move, while not their full power, was still about seven or eight tenths of their strength. Even so, they couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

"What else can we do? The arrow is on the string, and it must be loosed. Do you think we have a choice? Hurry up and attack."

On the surface, he was tough, but his body betrayed him as he tightly gripped his weapon, waiting for an opportunity.

"Enough, the show is over!"

Ye Yang's eyes sharpened, and a terrifying aura erupted from him, as if a slumbering dragon had suddenly awakened.

"It's rude not to reciprocate. Take this!"

His figure flickered, leaving several afterimages in his original position. His speed was astonishing.

"Not good, killing intent!"

They had intended to finish off their enemy in one go, but their attack failed and was disrupted.

"Brother, be careful."

Before the assassins' attacks could land, Ye Yang had already appeared behind one of them. The entire process was incredibly swift, so fast that they couldn't even see his shadow.

"It's you. Kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. I hope you'll retreat."

Ye Yang inexplicably appeared behind one of the men and lightly patted him. The man flew out like a kite with a broken string!

"Those who do evil will perish by their own hand. You can't walk by the river forever without getting your shoes wet. I told you, you will pay for your actions."

With just one punch, the effect was immediate. The attacked assassin crashed heavily to the ground, spitting blood and unable to move.

"Big Brother, what do we do? Retreat or not?"

A killing aura permeated the air. They had considered many possibilities, but never this outcome.

Each move, though seemingly simple, contained immense power. In just one strike, they had lost one of their own, causing a slight falter in the perfect operation of their formation.

"Everyone be careful, don't step out of the formation, or he'll pick us off one by one, and that'll be trouble."

"That's right, what we need to do now is maintain morale and adjust as quickly as possible, or we'll be next."

Every movement Ye Yang made was accompanied by a gust of wind. Each strike was precise and ruthless, as if he were performing a dance of death!

"Is it too late to realize this now? Is it too late to know my strength and to have underestimated me?"

The Dance of Death reappeared in the mortal realm. Devils danced wildly, swept away by a single sword. One step, one kill; one sword cry, and ghosts and gods wept!

Everyone's soul trembled, and the assassins became souls lost to his sword!