Mysterious Swordsman, Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter!

With a soft "pfft."

Ye Yang, transformed into a god of death, left corpses wherever he went, one man and one sword, never dragging his feet!

With a flick of his wrist, he delivered decisive strikes, never needing a second move to kill a person.

His entire being was a fusion of miraculous footwork and godlike swordsmanship, making him impossible to defend against.

In a mere instant, he shattered their myth. The so-called combined attack technique was, in his eyes, nothing more than a joke.

If killing the first one was merely to intimidate them, deliberately giving them a chance to retreat, now he had activated the death god's reaping mode.

Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, he charged into the pack of wolves, crushing everything in his path, his sword unstoppable.

If one of them being killed was just a matter of them carelessly falling for his trick, then it was still excusable. But three or four people dying under his sword one after another was enough to prove his strength.

In the blink of an eye, the group of mysterious men in black was being slaughtered by him, their courage shattered, as if he were in an unpopulated land.

"Stop him, block him, do you hear me?"

The leader had lost his composure from before, now filled with terror. He couldn't understand where things had gone wrong, releasing this peerless beast.

"Quick, call for reinforcements!"

In this crisis, he couldn't care about anything else. He quickly ordered someone to send a signal for help, or else it would be too late, and they would only become corpses.

"You still want to call for reinforcements? That's exactly what I want, saving me the trouble of finding you one by one. Wouldn't it be wonderful to wipe you out in one fell swoop?"

Ye Yang's momentum was like a rainbow, his overwhelming aura pressing down. Despite their numerical advantage, they were at an absolute disadvantage, which they couldn't understand.

With a whoosh, a Cloud Piercing Arrow soared into the sky. Fortunately, the signal flare was launched, albeit at the cost of several lives.

"Boy, you just wait. Unless you step into White Cloud Mountain and enter White Cloud Temple, don't even think about escaping."

"That's right. In this situation, you'd better stay put and accept our judgment."

Everyone was like a pawn in a deep game of chess, playing their respective roles.

There was no regret once a piece was moved, but the appearance of Ye Yang as a variable caused a huge change in the entire game.

Until the very last moment, who would dare to give up easily? Until the very last second, who would dare to let go?

"Boy, stop right there!"

A perfect start had ended in a disappointing mess. Now their own lives were in danger, and Ye Yang had transformed into a god of slaughter, beginning an endless massacre.

One man and one sword, unstoppable. Every move, every stance, would claim the life of an opponent.

As time passed, blood stained the earth red, and the entire air was filled with a bloody stench.

"Looking for death, take this!"

Great wisdom appears foolish, great skill appears clumsy. Ye Yang had no flashy movements. As they exchanged blows, he used various techniques like chopping, slicing, grinding, and splitting with ease.

Clang, clang, clang...

The sound of swords clashing rang out continuously. Several waves of people had come to kill him, because he was already at the top of the Blacklist Hit List.

"Listen up, everyone! Scatter and run, save whoever can. Don't stick together, this kid is too weird."

Having started a dance of death, everyone kept their distance, afraid of being affected. But Ye Yang was like a shadow, following them closely. Wherever he went, Sword Qi crisscrossed, and blood would inevitably splatter within a step.

After a while, his surroundings became a forbidden zone, filled with fallen corpses. There were no missing arms or legs, but everyone had a shallow bloodstain on their necks!

Fighting and retreating, they now felt an incredibly real fear spreading throughout their bodies!

"Come on, let's hurt each other! Weren't you guys so loud at the beginning? Weren't you so sure you had me? Why aren't you talking now?"

As fast as lightning, his sword like a dragon, Ye Yang's momentum was like a rainbow. In contrast, they were fighting and retreating, completely out of sync, forming a stark contrast.

"It's over, we tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice. Who would have thought he'd be so powerful?"

"That's right, his swordsmanship is unheard of, his physical body is incredibly strong, and his footwork is unpredictable. What can we use to fight him, what can we use to compete with him?"

In the blink of an eye, they had already lost more than half of their numbers. If this continued, there would only be one outcome: total annihilation, meeting in hell.

"Withdraw!"

He secretly gave the final instruction. There was no other way. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn. They had to survive first.

"Mountain Shattering Fist, Return to Oneness!"

Ye Yang had already guessed their plan: to scatter and escape, saving whoever could, not putting all their eggs in one basket. As long as one person survived, they could bring reinforcements and make a comeback.

The idea was excellent, but how many could actually achieve it? Moreover, Ye Yang wasn't going to give them the chance, unleashing one of his ultimate moves.

From the beginning until now, he hadn't truly gone all out, only using his self-created swordsmanship, Soul-Chasing Life-夺命 Sword.

The sky was filled with sword shadows, unstoppable. Before long, he had scared them out of their wits, completely losing their will to resist, only able to scatter and escape, seeking a slightly better chance to survive!

"Want to escape? Not so easy."

Ye Yang naturally wouldn't let them get their way. You reap what you sow, and fate was already determined from the beginning.

"Boy, don't be so arrogant. If you push us too hard, we'll just die together."

Using their own methods against them was just his basic operation. But the words they had said not long ago had already come back to haunt them. Even if they broke their teeth, they could only swallow the pain.

"Young hero, please don't kill us!"

The sky filled with fist shadows, all concentrated into a single punch. This was a wide-ranging killing move, perfect for suppressing them.

Suddenly, the world grew even darker, as black as ink, as if the light itself was being devoured by his punch.

"We're done for, what kind of fist technique is this?"

Like the abyss descending, an immense pressure crashed down, his aura completely overwhelming them, crushing any will to resist.

Like a gentle breeze, anyone caught in the range of his fist technique would have their body scattered like dust in the wind, utterly vanishing from the world.

Soul and spirit annihilated, unable to reincarnate, never to be reborn. They could barely accept it, let alone imagine how he had done it.

"Are you next? Are you ready?"

Ye Yang, having done all this as if it were nothing, wore a face of cold indifference, not even deigning to acknowledge them.

"Kid, stop! Don't you dare come any closer, or I'll call for help!"

The remaining leader turned to look, only to find that there was no one left behind him.

He was now a lone commander, in the blink of an eye.

Just moments ago, they had held an absolute advantage.

"Bold one, what evil spirit are you, reveal yourself!"

Ye Yang pressed forward, step by step, wanting to completely break his will to resist, but at that critical moment, a flying knife came hurtling towards him.