Blood Seeking Demonic Saber

That's right, the two old men had been fighting for a long time, but they were actually attacking the air in the open space.

Meanwhile, the black-clothed assailant had already used his movement technique again after the first attack and arrived at the attic's entrance.

It was obvious that this guy had used a mind-confusing martial arts technique without them realizing it.

Defeating the enemy without fighting—no wonder he had succeeded so many times.

Ye Kang also moved. He let out a loud shout, drew the Demonic Saber, and flew over, yelling, "Fan Shanyue! Stop right there!"

Ye Kang shouted deliberately, actually intending to wake up the two old men who were still beating the air, but it seemed to have no effect.

The black-clothed assailant turned around in surprise and said, "You weren't affected by the Soul Severing Incense?"

Ye Kang also saw the black-clothed assailant's face clearly. It was completely different from Fan Shanyue's face he had seen during the day; instead, it was a handsome, somewhat sinister white face.

He must have removed his disguise. This was his true appearance.

Ye Kang didn't say anything else and slashed at him with his saber.

Fan Shanyue directly pushed open the door and barged into the city lord's concubine's boudoir.

Inside, a stunningly beautiful woman in a luxurious long dress was cowering in the corner of the bed in a panic, her expression terrified, holding a dagger in her hand.

"Don't... don't come any closer..."

"My beauty, I have arrived as promised."

Fan Shanyue's lips curled into a lewd, wicked smile. The composure he had before was gone, replaced by intense lust in his eyes.

He shifted his body and transformed into a cloud of black mist again, narrowly dodging a saber strike from behind.

Ye Kang's attack missed again, but his heart remained calm.

Instead, with a thought, a full hundred pink sword energies erupted from his body, instantly filling the entire room.

The Hundred Flowers Sword Finger at the Great Perfection stage was not only numerous but also greatly enhanced in power and speed.

As long as the room was sealed off by sword energies, even the strongest movement technique couldn't get in.

As expected, Fan Shanyue appeared at the doorway, a venomous look on his face.

"Imperial Court's Dog, why are you stopping me! Aren't the water bandits attacking the city more important?"

Ye Kang stood inside the room, holding the Demonic Saber horizontally, its chilling light radiating outwards.

"There are capable people dealing with the water bandits. I won't steal their credit."

Fan Shanyue's expression contorted upon hearing this.

He uttered "Good" three times in a row and sneered, "I didn't want to kill you, but you brought this upon yourself!"

His True Qi surged, and a soft whip at his waist automatically untied itself, launching a five-hit strike towards Ye Kang.

It was clear that he had underestimated the power of the Hundred Flowers Sword Finger.

Hundreds of sword energies were unleashed simultaneously, turning the entire room into a pink ocean. The soft whip was completely shattered by the sword energies in less than a moment.

However, Fan Shanyue hadn't intended to confront them head-on. Almost the instant the soft whip shattered, he seized an opportunity, transformed into black smoke again, and forcefully pierced through the dense sword energies.

Ye Kang was stunned.

This was definitely not a movement technique; it was sorcery!

While surprised, Ye Kang reacted immediately, turning and slashing towards the bed.

The city lord's concubine had already been scared stiff and remained motionless. However, the saber's edge landed beside her as a wisp of black smoke rose.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out as the Demonic Saber chopped down, severing an arm from the black smoke.

Ye Kang didn't know where Fan Shanyue would appear, he was just predicting.

Fortunately, he hadn't underestimated the man's lust.

Even when facing a formidable enemy, he hadn't forgotten to take the beauty with him.

Fan Shanyue revealed himself, blood gushing from his right arm. His expression was filled with hatred and a hint of fear.

Without his right arm, it was impossible for him to take the beauty with him. Thus, he unhesitatingly transformed into smoke again and fled the scene.

Ye Kang made no move, letting him escape.

At this moment, the woman on the bed finally came to her senses. She trembled and asked, "You... aren't you going to chase him..."

"No rush, he can't escape."

Ye Kang smiled, then channeled True Qi into the long saber in his hand, the tip of the blade piercing the severed arm on the ground.

Under the woman's terrified gaze, the severed arm slowly withered, all its blood flowing backward and being absorbed by the saber.

The Demonic Saber then turned blood-red, emitting a red glow.

This was a useful trick Ye Kang had discovered after obtaining the Demonic Saber.

This saber was bloodthirsty. Once it absorbed someone's blood, it would crave more, thus giving rise to a minor divine ability.

Blood Seeking.

As expected, the blade began to tremble. Ye Kang loosened his grip slightly, and the long saber suddenly pointed towards the southeast.

"My saber can smell his scent. Since he's good at running, I'll let him run his fill."

Ye Kang's eyes radiated coldness. He took a step out of the room and used Flying Swallow Ascending Cloud, leaping towards the southeast.

Meanwhile, the City Lord's concubine finally breathed a sigh of relief, slumping onto the bed, utterly drained.

So terrifying.

Not just that flower-picking thief was terrifying.

This man with the saber was also terrifying...

Inside the city.

The military and civilians were in utter chaos due to the water bandits.

A dark shadow, however, swiftly passed overhead, heading straight for the outskirts from another direction.

Fan Shanyue's heart could only be described by two words at this moment.

Fear.

This was the first time since his debut that he had suffered such a devastating blow, even losing an arm.

Even if he could use True Qi to stop the bleeding, regenerating a severed arm was almost impossible.

Fan Shanyue prided himself on his peerless Qinggong, having taken advantage of it to disgrace countless young women. Yet, he had only been defeated by Ye Kang.

That bizarre red sword energy, and that incredibly sharp long saber—each aspect filled him with dread from the inside out.

Despite his extreme confidence in his escape techniques, he still cautiously changed his direction several times before selecting the most concealed exit to leave Jiayang City.

After leaving the city, he didn't dare to delay. Even if it meant exhausting his True Qi, he continuously used his peculiar Qinggong to ensure no traces were left behind, before heading towards the hills behind the city.

An hour later, he could no longer hold on. With a deathly pale face, he fell into a small, dilapidated temple.

"This place should be safe. Damn it! I misjudged that guy this time, breaking my arm. If I don't get revenge, Fan Shanyue vows he's no man!"

He gritted his teeth and cursed a few times, then took out a porcelain bottle from his chest, poured some powder, and tore off a strip of bandage to carefully wrap his wound.

Fortunately, he was also an Innate martial artist. His True Qi protected him, preventing him from dying of blood loss.

Even so, heart-wrenching screams still echoed from within the dilapidated temple, startling countless snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

"Imperial Court lackey! I will kill you. I will also humiliate all the women in your family, making you wish you were dead, ahhhhh!"

After using the entire bottle of powder and finishing bandaging the wound, the pain finally subsided a little.

Fan Shanyue leaned against the broken statue, gasping for breath.

"It's a shame that after planning for so long, I still didn't get that beauty. Once my injuries heal..."

A sinister smile appeared on Fan Shanyue's lips, his lust suppressing the pain.

But moments later, his smile suddenly froze on his face. His breathing, which had stabilized, became involuntarily erratic, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

His expression was filled with shock.

"This is impossible!"