Pfft!
Ye Yang had transformed into a god of death. Corpses littered everywhere he went. With one man and one sword, he never dragged things out!
With each rise and fall of his blade, he struck cleanly and directly. He had never needed a second move to kill anyone.
His miraculous footwork, combined with his divine sword techniques, made him impossible to guard against.
In the blink of an eye, he had shattered their legend. Their so-called combined attack technique was nothing more than a joke in his eyes.
If killing the first man had merely been intended to intimidate them—deliberately holding back to give them a chance to retreat while they still could—then now he had entered death's harvesting mode.
Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, he charged into the wolf pack. Wherever he went, he swept through them like dead wood before a mighty wind, and his sword could not be stopped.
If one man had been taken down, they could still excuse it as someone falling for his trick by accident. But when three or four died one after another beneath his sword, that was proof enough of his strength.
In the blink of an eye, the group of mysterious men in black had been slaughtered by him, charging seven times in and out until their hearts and guts were split with terror, as though he were moving through an uninhabited land.
"Hold him back! Hurry up and hold him back! Did you hear me?"
The man at the head was no longer calm. He had become utterly terrified. He could not understand which part had gone wrong and released this peerless ferocious beast.
"Quick, call for reinforcements!"
In the face of danger, there was no time to worry about anything else. He hurriedly ordered someone to send a signal and call for help. Otherwise, by the time they regretted it, they would be reduced to corpses with not even bones left behind.
"You want to call for reinforcements? Perfect. That suits me just fine. It saves me the trouble of hunting you down one by one. I can wipe you all out in one fell swoop—wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Ye Yang's momentum soared like a rainbow. His overwhelming force came crashing down like mountains and seas. Though these people had the advantage in numbers, they were instead at an absolute disadvantage, leaving them utterly baffled.
With a whoosh, a Cloud Piercing Arrow shot into the sky. After paying the price of several lives, they had finally managed to launch the signal flare.
"Brat, just you wait. Unless you step onto White Cloud Mountain and enter White Cloud Temple, don't even think about escaping."
"That's right. In this situation, you'd better stay right where you are and accept our judgment."
Everyone was like a person standing upon a profound chessboard. Each of them was a chess piece, playing the role they were meant to play.
Once a piece was placed, there were no regrets. Yet with the appearance of Ye Yang, that variable, the entire chessboard underwent a tremendous change.
Until the final moment, who would dare speak lightly of giving up? Until the very last second, who would dare let go and stop caring?
"Brat, stop!"
It had begun as a perfect opening, yet ended in a situation with a tiger's head and a snake's tail. Now their own lives were in danger, while Ye Yang had transformed into a god of slaughter and begun an endless massacre.
One man and one sword, unstoppable. Every move and every stance reaped an enemy's life.
As time passed, blood dyed the earth red, and the entire air filled with the stench of blood.
"Courting death? Face my sword!"
Great wisdom seemed foolish, and great skill seemed artless. Ye Yang made no flashy movements. As they exchanged blows, chopping, slicing, grinding, and cleaving all came naturally to him.
Clang, clang, clang...
The sound of blades and swords colliding rang out without end. Word had already spread that several waves of people had come to kill him, because he had risen to the top of the Blacklist Hit List.
"Everyone, listen carefully! Scatter and flee—if one person can escape, that's one person saved. Whatever you do, don't gather together. This brat is too sinister!"
Once the Dance of Death began, everyone kept far away, terrified of being caught in it. But Ye Yang followed them like a shadow. Wherever he went, Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, and within a single step, blood was certain to splash across the ground.
Before long, the area around him had become a forbidden zone. Corpses lay everywhere. No one was missing an arm or a leg, but each person's neck bore a shallow bloodstain!
Fighting as they retreated, they now felt an utterly real fear spreading through every part of their bodies!
"Come on, let's hurt each other! Weren't you shouting so proudly at the start? Didn't you think you had me eating out of your hand? Why aren't you saying anything now?"
As fast as lightning, his sword struck like a dragon. Ye Yang's momentum soared like a rainbow, while they retreated as they fought. The stark contrast between them was impossible to miss.
"It's over. We tried to steal the chicken and ended up losing the rice. I never imagined he would be this powerful."
"Exactly. His sword techniques are unheard of, his body is incomparably strong, and his movements are impossible for gods and ghosts to predict. What could we possibly use to compete with him? How could we fight him?"
In the blink of an eye, they had already lost more than half their number. At this rate, it would not be long before the only possible outcome was total annihilation, meeting in hell.
"Retreat!"
He secretly issued the final order. There was no other choice. As long as the green hills remained, they need not fear running out of firewood. They had to survive first.
"Mountain Shattering Fist, Myriad Phenomena Return as One!"
Ye Yang had long since guessed what they were thinking. They wanted to scatter and flee, saving whoever they could and avoiding putting all their eggs in one basket. As long as one person survived, they could bring back reinforcements.
It was an excellent idea, but how many could truly accomplish it? Moreover, Ye Yang gave them no such chance. He unleashed one of his ultimate killing moves.
From beginning to end, he had never truly gone all out. He had merely used his self-created sword technique, the Soul-Reaping Sword.
Sword shadows filled the sky, unstoppable. Before long, he had slaughtered them until their hearts and guts were split with terror, completely shattering their will to resist. They could only scatter and flee, desperately hoping to increase their chances of survival by even the slightest amount!
"Trying to escape? It won't be that easy."
Ye Yang naturally would not let them have their way. One reaped what one sowed; their fate had been decided from the very beginning.
"Brat, don't get carried away. If you push us too far, we'll die together!"
Returning their own way of dealing with him upon them was merely basic procedure for him. The retribution for those words arrived before long, and even though they had bitten their teeth to pieces, they could only swallow them down.
"Hero, please don't kill us!"
The shadows of countless fists were compressed into this single punch. It was a wide-range killing move, perfectly suited to restraining them.
Suddenly, heaven and earth grew even darker. Pitch-black as ink, it was as though even the light had been swallowed by his fist.
"It's over! What kind of fist technique is this?"
It was as if an abyss had descended. A powerful pressure slammed into them head-on, and his momentum had utterly crushed them. They could no longer summon even the slightest will to resist.
Like a breeze sweeping past, anyone covered by his fist technique had a body that scattered completely into the world, as though blown away by the wind.
Their souls were destroyed, barred from reincarnation and doomed never to be reborn. It was simply impossible for them to accept, let alone imagine how their opponent had accomplished it.
"Are you next? Are you ready?"
After Ye Yang finished everything, he looked as though he had merely done something insignificant. His face was cold and stern, and he did not take them seriously at all.
"Brat, stop! Don't come any closer! Come any closer and I'll call for help!"
Only the man at the head remained. When he turned around, he saw that there was no one left behind him.
He had now become a commander with no soldiers, all in the blink of an eye.
Not long ago, they had still held an absolute advantage.
"Bold fiend, what kind of demon are you? Show yourself at once!"
Ye Yang pressed toward him step by step, intending to make him completely lose the will to resist. But at the critical moment, a flying dagger came hurtling over.
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