Total Annihilation

Clang, clang...

Ye Cang retreated while controlling his flying swords to block the attacks of the two men.

At the same time, he wielded the God Slaying Sword and engaged the weakest of the three.

The battle was fierce beyond compare. Blades flashed and swords clashed, while waves of force swept in every direction.

"If this goes on, I might actually lose!"

After exchanging blows for a while, a foreboding feeling flickered through Ye Cang's mind.

The three worked together far too well, and their leader's strength was considerable.

"I have to break this deadlock!"

As he weathered their fierce assault, Ye Cang split his mental energy into three more strands.

In the next instant, three King Slayer Flying Swords joined the battle.

All three flying swords were seventh-tier.

They could pierce a Beast Venerable's defenses.

"Damn it! This little bastard's psionic energy is unbelievably strong!"

The addition of the three flying swords immediately pushed one of the men to his limit.

Under the simultaneous assault of even more terrifying forces, his arm trembled slightly, and a flicker of alarm crossed his eyes.

Elsewhere.

The gun-wielding man's expression was grave.

He had thought this would be a very simple mission, but now it seemed he'd been too presumptuous.

This was his first time fighting a mid-level Psionic General.

Compared to a Psionic Warrior, one was several times more troublesome.

Every attack carried seventy thousand kilograms of impact force, rivaling his own full-strength burst.

And that was while his opponent was simultaneously fighting all three of them.

If it had been one-on-one, he might already have been dismembered by now.

"Psionic Warriors are invincible among those of the same rank!"

"There's a reason people say that!"

He cautiously defended against Ye Cang's attacks and gave a cold shout.

"Be careful. Controlling this many flying swords can't be sustainable for him. He won't last much longer. Then he'll be a turtle in a jar, with nowhere to run!"

At this, Ye Cang's gaze turned cold.

It was true. The more flying swords he controlled, and the higher their quality, the heavier the burden on his mental energy.

That was why he'd been using low-quality flying swords before—to minimize the loss of mental energy.

After several minutes of fierce fighting, Ye Cang realized that he'd already used up about thirty percent of his mental energy.

"If that's the case, then I'll just have to take a gamble!"

With his Minute Level Movement Technique boosting him, he could only handle one man's attacks at a time.

After exchanging a few moves, Ye Cang spotted an opening and unleashed his killing move.

In an instant, nine King Slayer Flying Swords shot out from behind him. They were the nine concealed sixth-tier swords.

"Not good! Everyone, watch out!"

The man fighting him was the first to spot the flying swords. But before he could react, the nine swords had already surrounded him.

"Big brother, save me!"

As he watched the flying swords bearing down on him, he felt death closing in.

He immediately bellowed for help.

Just then, the leader realized that the force behind the several flying swords attacking him had suddenly dropped by nearly seventy percent.

A sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

Clang, clang...

He swung his spear, knocking away the few flying swords surrounding him in less than a second, then rushed to help his teammate in front of Ye Cang.

Ye Cang's face was twisted, his mental energy surging through his sea of consciousness as sharp pain stabbed through his head.

But when he saw the gun-wielding man's move, a cold smile appeared in his eyes.

"Die!"

With a thought, he concentrated all his mental energy into a single King Slayer Flying Sword.

Clang!

Crack...

The man with the dagger suddenly felt the force carried by the flying sword surge.

The King Slayer Flying Sword unleashed the strength of a High-level General, a full seventy thousand kilograms.

After only three clashes, it sent him flying more than ten meters.

And by then, the flying sword was already right in front of him.

The seventh-tier King Slayer Flying Sword suddenly unleashed terrifying force. After several collisions, the sharp sword directly shattered the dagger in his hand.

At the same time, under his horrified gaze, another flying sword shot toward him from the side.

In the corner of his vision, a spray of blood burst from his temple.

Elsewhere, the gun-wielding man's expression changed drastically.

Those dozen or so flying swords looked fierce, but they were all show and no substance—there was barely any force concealed within them.

"Damn it!"

He hurriedly looked toward the last man.

But it was already too late.

To his horror, Ye Cang's flying sword pierced straight through the man's head.

"No!"

Seeing his teammate die, the gun-wielding man's eyes filled with fury and shock.

Not far away.

Ye Cang let out a cold laugh.

"The first!"

A feint to draw his attention before striking from the other side!

It had gone surprisingly smoothly.

But it hadn't come without a cost.

That single killing move had consumed nearly thirty percent of his mental energy.

The mist of mental energy in his sea of consciousness was now less than half its original amount.

"Ah! Die!"

The gun-wielding man flew into a rage and charged at Ye Cang, thrusting his spear with a blast of air. The attack was domineering and unstoppable.

But...

"Go!"

With a thought, Ye Cang sent three seventh-tier King Slayer Flying Swords shooting out in an instant, stopping the man several meters away.

Then Ye Cang flicked the God Slaying Sword in his hand and looked coldly at the second of the Scorpion Three Generals.

This man was the weakest of the three. With his strength of 13.4 tons and his Minute Level Movement Technique, Ye Cang could already fight him.

All the more so now.

The instant he attacked, six flying swords surged into action at once, stabbing toward the man's vital points from every direction.

In less than a minute, the man had become a blood-soaked mess.

Whoosh!

The long sword swept sideways, and a head fell to the ground.

"The second!"

Ye Cang shook the blood from his sword and grinned savagely at the last man, who still held his gun.

"Now it's your turn!"

Noticing Ye Cang's gaze, the man's eyes flashed with terror.

The three had carried out dozens of missions, and every one of them had been a complete success.

Even a High-level General had once fallen to their flawless teamwork.

But today...

It seemed they had run into the Death God.

Boom!

With a roar, Ye Cang blurred forward and appeared in front of the last man, who still held his gun.

"It's time for you to go."

Ye Cang's icy voice rang out as he brought the God Slaying Sword crashing down.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

At the same time, the three seventh-tier King Slayer Flying Swords followed close behind and attacked.

All of his mental energy was concentrated in these three flying swords now. With every attack, the sword meeting the enemy head-on could unleash around 70 tons of force.

Their alternating attacks were like three High-level Generals taking turns assaulting him.

Clang, clang...

After less than a minute of exchanging blows, the gun-wielding man gradually fell onto the defensive.

"Spare me! I'll give you all my savings. I can even tell you who hired us to kill you!"

After a few exchanges, the gun-wielding man hurriedly spoke up.

The three of them had been defeated together. How could he possibly be a match for Ye Cang alone?

By now, he was already thinking of retreating.

So he hurriedly begged for mercy.

At this, Ye Cang let out a cold laugh.

"Sorry, I've never been in the habit of showing mercy to my enemies."

"As for the employer you mentioned? I'm guessing it was Xue Long!"

At this, the gun-wielding man was about to answer, but Ye Cang's violent assault cut him off.

Boom!

Ye Cang stepped forward, and the ground exploded beneath his foot. He appeared in front of the man.

Blood Drop!

He unleashed the combined force of his intent and his Aurora Sword Wings.

At the same time, all three King Slayer Flying Swords stabbed forward, unleashing their full power.

"No..."

The man fought back with all his might.

But in the next instant, a sixth-tier King Slayer Flying Sword suddenly shot up from the earth behind him, tore through his combat suit, and pierced his chest from behind.