First Outburst of Anger, Defeat!

"Young Sect Master, save us."

A group of people deliberately made things difficult for him, wanting him to back down, wanting to give him a small lesson. They didn't expect to throw their own lives away instead.

One wrong step leads to eternal regret. Now it's too late to regret it. At this time, they can only let out desperate roars before they die.

Ye Yang didn't waste words. He dealt with these people decisively, defeating them with one move, without needing a second.

A simple move was enough to wipe out all of them. The so-called Seven Kill Formation was nothing more than this.

"Aren't you coming out yet? How long are you going to wait? Do you want me to come find you? If that's the case, don't blame me for being impolite."

A cold voice sounded, because I know that dealing with these people requires no shame, as that would be cruel to myself.

"Stop talking nonsense, fight if you want to fight, don't overthink it."

Ye Yang knew that no matter who the opponent was, no matter what they wanted to do, one word was enough: fight.

"Don't be so arrogant, kid. Do you think no one can deal with you? Do you think you're invincible?"

Before the words finished, a black shadow flashed out from the darkness, holding a long sword. The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Heh, you finally appeared. I thought you weren't going to show up. I thought you were going to be a turtle hiding its head. I didn't expect you to finally appear."

A man in black appeared, wearing a special mask that shrouded him in mystery, making him difficult to see clearly.

At this moment, his face was stern, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable determination.

"After waiting so long, I've finally waited for you to appear. I thought you weren't going to show up. Since that's the case, then what are we waiting for?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ye Yang's mouth. He didn't move, but Primordial Qi faintly fluctuated around him, as if he was ready to face this sudden battle at any time.

"You're spouting nonsense, kid. You have to try it to know. You think you've got me figured out? You wanted me to appear, didn't you? I'm right in front of you, what can you do to me?"

The other party was not ambiguous either. At least in terms of temperament, he wouldn't lose to him by half, nor would he let him look down on him, because he understood that all of this was just the beginning, so how could he weaken his momentum?

"As you wish," Ye Yang whispered, his figure suddenly accelerating, turning into a blur and intertwining with the black shadow.

"Good kid, you're brave enough. If that's the case, then come on."

"Who's afraid of who? Do you think I'm easily frightened? Do you think I'm scared by you?"

Sword light flashed, and the sound of metal clashing was crisp and loud. The two engaged in a contest of speed and strength in the narrow space.

"Stop talking nonsense, we'll only know who's better at this after we try it."

Between the crisscrossing sword shadows, the air seemed to be torn apart, and each collision stirred up visible ripples of spiritual energy.

All of a sudden, a special battlefield was formed here, with a fierce battle taking place. Everyone put in their best effort, because they knew that this was a test for them.

The two turned into afterimages, locked in a stalemate. The young man under the mask revealed a confident expression. He thought he was just a piece of trash, but he didn't expect that the first exchange would make him feel the opponent's difficulty.

He thought to himself, "Wait a minute, what's going on? Could it be that he got some lucky encounter? Could it be that he has some other means?"

Qin Hao didn't want to do it himself, but his subordinates were too useless. They couldn't even deal with a small piece of trash, so he had to go on stage himself.

Don't think that after he personally went on stage, he would be able to solve the problem in a short amount of time. Now he realized that his thoughts were too simple.

Every move, every style, every sword, every technique, had great power, giving him a feeling that he couldn't resist at all.

Without saying a word, without any hesitation, he directly collided with Primordial Qi again, making a earth-shattering sound.

As time passed, this feeling of anxiety became stronger and stronger. He believed that if this continued for a long time, it would not be good news for him.

"With just this little strength, with just this little means, how can you take me down!" Ye Yang knew very well that once he gained the absolute upper hand, he had to suppress the opponent and not give them a chance to escape.

Once he escaped, once he counterattacked, he would be in a dangerous situation. He wouldn't allow it, and he couldn't let that happen.

With a bang, the two collided again. As a result, one remained motionless, while the other retreated more than ten steps, leaving a long trail before stopping.

"As expected, I still underestimated him." Qin Hao was secretly shocked. I thought he was just an ordinary person, I thought he was just a piece of trash, but he exceeded my expectations.

"Be more serious when fighting me. Do you still want to be distracted?"

Ye Yang's figure flickered left and right, like a ghost. Each tremor of the sword tip carried the sound of breaking wind, incomparably sharp.

"Stop talking nonsense, kid. I admit you have some strength, you're a bit powerful, but don't slip around like a loach. Have the ability to fight me head-on."

Qin Hao was also extremely anxious at this moment. He didn't expect to fall into the opponent's trap. He had unknowingly fallen into the opponent's trap, but he didn't know it himself.

"A good opportunity is now. If I don't do it now, when will I?"

In a fierce exchange, Ye Yang suddenly moved to the side, and the sword light was like a dragon, drawing a brilliant arc in the air, directly striking Qin Hao's vitals.

"Good kid, you really have some skills. It seems that I still have to start getting serious."

Qin Hao hurriedly waved his sword to block, but was shocked by this force, his arm went numb, and he staggered a few steps.

One time might be an accident, but two or three times is a true display of strength. At this moment, he finally reacted and understood what this meant.

"Is this your strength? Is this your method? It really surprised me."

He looked up and saw that Ye Yang's eyes were flashing with firmness and unyieldingness, like an awakened beast, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow.

"What else can I say? It seems I have to use that move. But if I do that, there will be fewer opportunities. What if he seizes the chance to counterattack?"

Everyone had their own thoughts. After colliding once, they separated and entered a brief stalemate.

"Why can't you do anything now? Why don't you have any means now? If that's the case, then it's my turn to counterattack."

Ye Yang's aura was like a rainbow, because he knew that the time for him to counterattack had arrived.

The surrounding air was boiling due to the fierce battle between the two, and the sword light and Primordial Qi intertwined into a magnificent picture.