Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter vs. Supreme Nine Swords!

"Step aside, let me handle this."

At that moment, the pitch-black sky was torn open, revealing a vista of countless stars!

Immediately following, a force like a shooting star cascaded down upon them.

The so-called righteous methods, the so-called killing moves, the so-called combined techniques, were nothing more than a joke in Ye Yang's eyes.

"No, save us, Your Excellency!"

Their souls trembled, their bodies dissolved. They were, in that moment, as if bathing in a constellation woven from sword light.

A look of intoxication spread across their faces, even as their bodies gradually vanished. This bizarre scene caused the man who had been watching from the sidelines to frown.

"How can this move be so powerful? It feels familiar... What technique is this?"

Only now did he truly panic. Unfortunately, his thirty-six subordinates were utterly annihilated by this single move.

A gentle breeze swept through, leaving no trace behind in the entire world. One must know that he had just used the Six Paths of Reincarnation technique, sending them directly into the animal realm.

"Alright, any more tricks up your sleeve? Your subordinates have all been dealt with in one move. Is it my turn now?"

His aura soared, and he surveyed the scene with the remaining power, facing his opponent directly, as only the two of them remained on the field.

The two stood suspended in the air, the sky still split open by the earlier sword strike, held apart by a powerful force.

The Sword Qi from that sky-splitting sword still lingered in the air, distorting the laws and reversing time, creating a forbidden zone.

The two ignored all of this, freely traversing the chaotic void, soaring above the heavens, until finally, they stopped.

Immobile, they stood like statues, each waiting for their opponent to reveal an opening, to deliver a fatal blow.

"Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter, First Stance: Breaking Kill Stance!"

With a wave of his hand, a jet-black long blade appeared. The moment he grasped the blade with both hands, he became one with it.

With a loud shout, the Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter, First Stance: Breaking Kill Stance, was unleashed. In an instant, a blade aura stretching over a thousand meters descended from the sky, rushing towards Ye Yang.

"Just in time, let's test out my move, Soul-Chasing Life-Reaping Sword - Myriad Swords Return to One."

Naturally, Ye Yang didn't want to reveal his trump card so easily. That earlier sword strike was merely a probe!

Boom!

The clash of blade and sword produced a crisp sound. One stood firm as Mount Tai, while the other was sent flying back hundreds of meters.

"How is this possible? He's just a kid. Even if he started cultivating in the womb, his inner force couldn't possibly be deeper than mine. Yet, just now, he only suffered minor injuries."

The man didn't know until he compared himself. He was shocked by the comparison. He had just used his signature technique, the Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter, and in his haste, he had been at a disadvantage. In contrast, his opponent stood as firm as a mountain.

His brain raced. At this moment, the reputation of their Heavenly Secrets Pavilion was at stake. As the most mysterious assassin organization, this was of utmost importance.

Everything else could be disregarded, but this point had to be carefully considered, as it was one of their defining labels.

"How about it? Any more moves? Use them all."

Ye Yang also sensed the overbearing nature of his opponent in that earlier exchange. The blade technique was exceptionally domineering and swift, like a swimming dragon, seeking an opportunity to burrow into his body.

"Give me some peace, or I won't be so polite." Before Ye Yang's words had finished, a brilliant light suddenly erupted from his body, like a blazing sun in the sky, instantly illuminating the dim heavens.

"What's this? Isn't this your signature technique? Why aren't you using the Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter now?"

"Boy, are you forcing my hand? I considered you a talent and didn't want you to die young. Since you've taken my good intentions for granted, then I won't hold back."

One pretended to be incomparably strong, while the other acted as if nothing was happening. The two men's styles were vastly different, but it was clear to any discerning observer that Ye Yang held the absolute upper hand.

"One Sword to Slay Evil, Nothing Can Withstand!"

Ye Yang rapidly formed hand seals, and ancient runes seemed to flow in the air, each rune containing the power to suppress all things.

With a low roar, the runes seemed to come alive, transforming into golden chains that surged out in all directions with the force of thunder, targeting the young man before him!

"Heh, getting anxious now? Too late!"

Wherever they passed, the space trembled, and even the restless spiritual energy of the world seemed to be forcibly suppressed, plunging the surroundings into a deathly silence.

"Not good, this kid is using that move again."

The man's eyes flashed with alarm at the sight. He didn't understand why he was using this move again. Were there no limitations?

He felt an unprecedented pressure bearing down like a mountain, making it difficult to breathe.

"It's only polite to return the favor. Can you handle this sword of mine?"

Ye Yang was merely probing earlier. At this moment, the might of the Supreme Nine Swords was fully unleashed.

"Young man, one shouldn't be reckless. Come, my master of White Cloud Temple invites you."

Just as the two were at daggers drawn, ready to fight, a voice suddenly echoed.

Looking up, he saw that his body had unknowingly stepped into White Cloud Mountain.

"Senior, I was careless and disturbed you. I'll take my leave."

The man who had wanted to hunt him down just moments ago now turned and fled as if he had seen a plague god, leaving behind a sorry figure.

"Young man, my master of White Cloud Temple invites you. I wonder if you would be willing to do me the honor?"

In a single step, he teleported hundreds of steps, and in just a breath, a man in white appeared before him, looking at him with a smile.

On the surface, he looked like an ordinary person, but Ye Yang knew that the people in White Cloud Temple were not simple, especially the abbot of White Cloud Temple, who had a great relationship with the number one sword sect in Central Province, the Azure Cloud Sword Sect.

"Why, is my abbot already waiting? Young hero, won't you even give us that much face?"

Seeing Ye Yang not moving, he emphasized his tone again, clearly with a hint of anger.

"Do I have a choice?" Ye Yang knew very well that the other party didn't come sooner or later, but came at this time, so he must have something to rely on. The man must have some trump card on him, otherwise, why would he take such a risk?

"Boy, a wise man submits to circumstances. You are a smart person. Please, honored guest, come in!"

With a crack, the two of them flashed and disappeared. When they reappeared, they had already arrived in White Cloud Temple.

"Young man, you've finally arrived."

Ye Yang looked around, and suddenly a deep, aged voice appeared in his mind.