"Step aside. Let me handle this."
At that moment, the pitch-black sky was torn open like ink, revealing a vast expanse of stardust!
Immediately afterward, a force like a rainbow piercing the sun came pouring toward them.
The so-called orthodox techniques, the so-called killing moves, and the so-called combined attacks were nothing more than a joke in Ye Yang's eyes.
"No, my lord, save us!"
Their souls trembled and their bodies melted away. At that moment, it was as if they were bathing in a galaxy woven from sword light.
Their faces wore intoxicated expressions, but in reality, their bodies were vanishing bit by bit. This bizarre sight even made the man who had been sitting back and watching frown.
"How can this move be so powerful? It gives me a familiar feeling. What technique is this, exactly?"
Only now did he completely panic, but unfortunately, his thirty-six subordinates had been reduced to flying ashes beneath this move.
A gentle breeze swept past, and not a trace remained between heaven and earth. After all, he had just cast the Six Paths of Reincarnation technique, sending them completely into the Animal Path.
"All right, what other trump cards do you have? I dealt with all your subordinates in one move. Isn't it your turn now?"
His aura soared like a rainbow as he faced his opponent with the lingering might of his attack, looking down upon the entire scene. Only the two of them remained, with no one else present.
The two stood suspended in midair. The sky had been split apart by that sword strike, held back by a tremendous force.
Sword Qi from that strike, which had split open the heavens, still lingered in the air. The laws were in disarray and time had reversed, forming a forbidden zone.
The two ignored everything around them, freely traversing the chaotic void and soaring above the Nine Heavens before finally coming to a stop.
They stood as motionless as statues, but in reality, both were waiting for their opponent to reveal an opening so they could launch a fatal strike.
"Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter, First Stance—Breaking Kill Stance!"
With a wave of his hand, a pitch-black saber appeared in his grasp. The instant he gripped it with both hands, he became one with the blade.
With a furious shout, the first stance of the Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter, Breaking Kill Stance, shot forth from his hands. In an instant, a saber aura over a thousand meters long descended from the sky, surging toward Ye Yang and aimed directly at him.
"Perfect timing. Try this move of mine—the Soul-Reaping Sword's Myriad Swords Return to One."
Ye Yang naturally had no intention of revealing his trump card so easily. That sword strike just now had merely been a probe!
Boom!
When saber and sword collided, they rang out with a crisp clang. One remained as steady as Mount Tai, while the other was sent flying over a hundred meters.
"How is this possible? He's only a brat. Even if he had cultivated from inside his mother's womb, it would be impossible for his inner force to surpass mine. Yet after that exchange, I was the one who suffered a minor injury."
The man had never known how great the difference was until he compared himself with Ye Yang, and the realization shocked him. He had already used his signature technique, the Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter, yet in that hasty exchange, he had ended up at a disadvantage. His opponent, by contrast, had remained as steady as Mount Tai.
His mind raced. This concerned the reputation of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion. As the most mysterious organization of assassins, their reputation was of utmost importance.
Everything else could be overlooked, but this matter had to be carefully weighed. It was one of the marks they relied on to survive.
"How was that? What other moves do you have? Use them all."
After that exchange, Ye Yang had also sensed the other man's domineering strength. His saber technique was exceptionally fierce and swift, like a roaming dragon that sought an opportunity to burrow into Ye Yang's body.
"Be quiet, or I won't be polite." Before Ye Yang had even finished speaking, brilliant light suddenly erupted around him. It was like the blazing sun hanging overhead, instantly illuminating the dim sky.
"What's wrong? Isn't this the technique that made you famous? Why aren't you using the Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter now?"
"Boy, are you forcing my hand? I thought you were a promising talent and didn't want you to die halfway. Since you've mistaken my good intentions for malice, I no longer need to hold back."
One pretended to be incomparably strong, while the other acted as if nothing had happened. Their styles were completely different, but anyone with eyes could see that Ye Yang held an overwhelming advantage.
"One sword destroys demons and fiends; nothing beneath heaven can withstand it!"
Ye Yang rapidly formed hand seals with both hands. Ancient runes seemed to circulate through the air, and each one contained the power to suppress all things.
With a low shout, the runes seemed to come alive, transforming into golden chains that surged in all directions with thunderous force, targeting the young man before him!
"Heh heh, getting anxious now? Unfortunately, it's already too late!"
Wherever they passed, space trembled. Even the restless spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to be forcibly pressed down, and the surroundings fell into utter silence.
"Not good. That brat is using that move again."
A trace of shock flashed through the man's eyes. He could not understand why Ye Yang had used that move again. Could it be that it had no restrictions whatsoever?
He only felt an unprecedented pressure bearing down on him like a mountain, making even his breathing catch.
"It would be impolite not to return what one receives. Can you withstand this sword of mine?"
What Ye Yang had done earlier had merely been an initial probe. At this moment, the might of the Supreme Dao was fully revealed.
"Young man, one must not act rashly in all things. Come on up. Our temple master wishes to see you."
Just as the two stood poised for battle and were preparing to clash, an aged voice suddenly rang out.
Looking up, they saw that the man's body had unknowingly already stepped into White Cloud Mountain.
"Senior, this junior was careless and disturbed you. I'll take my leave now."
The man who had just wanted to pursue and kill Ye Yang now acted as though he had seen a plague god. Without even turning his head, he left, his retreating figure utterly disheveled.
"Little fellow, our temple master wishes to see you. I wonder if you're willing to grant this old man that favor?"
With a single step, he crossed hundreds of steps in an instant. In the space of a breath, a white-robed man appeared before Ye Yang, watching him with a smile.
On the surface, he looked like an ordinary person, but Ye Yang knew that none of the people in White Cloud Temple were simple, especially its temple master, who had an immense connection with the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, the foremost sword sect in the Central Province.
"Why don't you come in? Our temple master has been waiting for you for quite some time. Young hero, you won't even grant us this small favor?"
Seeing Ye Yang remain motionless, the man intensified his tone once more, and a trace of anger had clearly appeared in his expression.
"Do I have any room to choose?" Ye Yang knew very well that this man had chosen to come neither earlier nor later, but at precisely this moment. He must have some support. The man was certain to possess a trump card, or else he would never have put himself in danger.
"A wise man knows when to submit. You're a clever one. Please enter, honored guest."
With a crack, the two leaped forward and vanished. When they reappeared, they had already arrived inside White Cloud Temple.
"Young man, you've finally arrived."
Ye Yang looked around, but a hoarse voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
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