"What a bold little brat. I have to admire that move you just used—catching us off guard and striking where we were unprepared. You nearly scared us, but now the time has come for you to die."
"No doubt about it. What other tricks do you have? Bring them all out while you can. Soon, you won't have the chance."
In full view of everyone, he had killed one of their own right in front of them. This was an outright slap to their faces. What could be endured and what could not? They instantly went mad with rage.
Even Grandma could endure it, but uncles and aunts couldn't—not this time. After a few brief seconds of shock, everyone had already come to their senses.
"What are you waiting for? Attack him! Even he'll run out of strength eventually. With so many of us wearing him down, we can exhaust him to death!"
At the critical moment, the man at the head stepped forward. Their objective was simple: join forces and kill him.
Like a thunderclap from the Ninth Heaven, his words exploded inside their muddled minds, jolting them awake. Cold light filled their eyes as they stared at Ye Yang, as though he were a delicious lamb.
"That's right. With so many of us, why should we fear him? Form the formation!"
It had to be said that these people were worthy of being mysterious assassins from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's assassin organization. They swiftly adjusted their positions, their auras linking together until they formed a flawless killing formation.
It possessed both offense and defense, producing an effect where one plus one was greater than two. Attacking any one of them would bring the others behind him swarming in, leaving their opponent unable to defend both front and rear.
Unless Ye Yang could defeat them in one fell swoop, his chances of winning were exceedingly slim. They could advance to attack and retreat to defend; with offense and defense perfectly balanced, they had already placed themselves in an invincible position—or so they believed, at least.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
One of them repeated the word "kill" several times, and the others were quickly infected by it. Their killing intent boiled over and surged toward Ye Yang.
"Brat, prepare to die!"
With a clang, every one of them drew his weapon in the blink of an eye. Blades and swords clashed, ringing out with crisp metallic notes.
"Go! Take him down!"
The man at the head pointed forward with a broad gesture, and every one of them charged like fierce tigers rushing down a mountain.
Their target was simple and direct: Ye Yang. Only by killing him could they restore the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's dignity. Only by taking him down could they finally put their minds at ease.
"Kill!"
As swift as a startled swan and as fierce as rolling thunder, their defense, speed, and strength had all been vastly enhanced by the formation.
"As I thought, you were sent by that mysterious assassin organization. I had no intention of getting too deeply entangled with you, but you refuse to let matters rest. Don't blame me for showing you no mercy."
Ye Yang knew perfectly well what these people wanted. They merely sought his head, and someone had even fanned the flames of their greed!
But money could make ghosts turn millstones, and that was an undeniable fact. Whatever their motives, they had already revealed killing intent toward him. That alone was intolerable.
"On Yellow Springs Road, you'll have us for company. Don't blame us for failing to warn you. We already gave you a chance, but you failed to seize it."
"That's right. Now meekly accept the judgment of fate!"
Amid a riot of demons, blades and swords danced wildly, weaving together as they descended upon Ye Yang.
Bang!
They clashed in an instant, but unfortunately, they struck nothing but empty air. It had merely been an afterimage of their opponent.
"Everyone, be careful. This man is far from simple."
In the darkness, flashes of blades and swords glittered with bone-chilling cold, their light reflected across every face and making them look grim and severe.
In their haste, they had lunged at empty air, and their expressions immediately turned ugly.
"Brat, it seems you have some strength and a few tricks, but that's all."
"That's right. Next, we're going to get serious. That was merely a warm-up."
They were only making what seemed like a reasonable excuse so as not to damage morale. In truth, tension had already begun to coil in their hearts.
"Big brother, what should we do now? With the formation bolstering us, that strike should have been certain to kill him, yet it actually missed."
Life and death hung by a thread. Their previous attack had not been their full strength—it had been probing in nature—but they had still used seventy or eighty percent of their power. Even so, they had not managed to touch so much as the hem of his clothes.
"What else can we do? The arrow is already nocked; we have no choice but to loose it. Do you think we still have a choice? Get up there, now!"
His words were stubborn enough on the surface, but his body was brutally honest. He unconsciously tightened his grip on his weapon, waiting for the right moment to strike.
"Enough. The show is over!"
Ye Yang's eyes sharpened, and an overwhelming aura suddenly erupted from his body, as though a sleeping dragon had abruptly awakened.
"Courtesy demands a return of every visit. Take this!"
His figure blurred, leaving several afterimages where he had stood. His speed was so fast it made the tongue click in amazement.
"Not good! Killing intent!"
They had wanted to finish off their enemy in one burst of momentum, but their first strike had failed, and the obstruction that had disrupted them had broken their momentum.
"Brother, watch out!"
Before the assassins' attacks had even arrived, Ye Yang had already appeared behind one of them. The entire process was so swift and ferocious that no one could see his shadow.
"You'll do. Kill a chicken to frighten the monkeys. Hopefully, you'll know when to retreat."
By some strange twist of fate, Ye Yang came to a stop behind one of them. He lightly tapped the man with his palm, and the man flew away like a kite with its string cut!
"Those who commit too many injustices will bring about their own destruction. How can anyone walk beside a river and keep his shoes dry? I told you—you will pay the price for your actions."
It had taken only a single punch, but the effect was immediate. One of the assassins who had been struck crashed heavily to the ground, coughed up blood, and lay unable to move.
"Big brother, what do we do? Retreat or stay?"
A murderous atmosphere filled the air. They had imagined countless possible outcomes, but never this one.
Each move looked exceedingly simple, yet concealed tremendous power. With a single move, he had eliminated one of them, causing a flaw to appear in the flawless operation of their formation.
"Everyone, be careful. Whatever you do, don't leave the formation. Otherwise, he'll pick us off one by one, and we'll be in trouble."
"That's right. What we need to do now is maintain our morale and adjust as quickly as possible. Otherwise, one of us will be next."
Every movement Ye Yang made carried a gust of forceful wind. Every strike was precise and ruthless, as though he were performing a Dance of Death!
"Are you only realizing it now? Isn't it a little too late? Are you only learning my strength now? Did you underestimate me that badly?"
The Dance of Death reappeared in the mortal world. A riot of demons was swept away by a single sword. One step, one life; one sword, and even the gods and ghosts wept!
Every person felt his soul tremble, while those assassins became dead souls beneath his sword!
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