Blood Brake Squad

Bai Yang quickly flipped through the man's memories to the very end—over thirty people on the opposing side.

Among them were more than twenty Advanced War Generals, and one Primary War God, An Zhengxin.

If this group swarmed him all at once, they'd roughly match the combat power of three or four War Gods.

They were all after him, but he'd taken a wrong turn the moment he left.

This crew couldn't find him no matter what, so they had to band together and search the entire area.

The man gradually came to, shouting in the mental plane toward Bai Yang: "Master!"

Bai Yang sensed it—the other had fully become his slave, and would obey any command without defiance.

Just like with mental soul control, the slave could still retain his own memories and consciousness.

But their mental strength couldn't be too far apart, or problems might arise.

Given Bai Yang's current power, though, there'd be no mishap with anyone below Advanced War God.

He just had to watch the numbers and not let the mental burden get too heavy.

The other's memories lay before him like a row of closed folders.

He could open and browse them at will, but couldn't gleany insights—still far from the level of a clone.

Bai Yang glanced around and released his first slave.

He secretly directed the man to walk in a certain direction, while he himself stealthily moved the opposite way.

After the slave had gone some distance, his teammates were still wondering why he'd suddenly abandoned formation.

This slave, an Advanced War General, suddenly shouted: "He's here! He's trying to run!"

Then, as if flying, he bolted madly toward a distant direction.

His five teammates immediately followed, chasing after "Bai Yang."

Driven by this, the temporary alliance of four squads instantly fell apart.

The other three teams—why would they care about the pre-agreed search zones?

They all charged in the direction the slave had gone.

An Zhengxin, as a War God, led the Blood Brake Squad, which also had the highest average strength.

How could he be willing to fall behind?

Even though their position was the farthest from the slave, they prepared to give chase.

They'd barely taken a few steps when their long-honed combat instincts screamed that something was wrong!

"Halt! On alert!" An Zhengxin had just issued the warning.

Bai Yang had already burst out of the grass, his distance from them terrifyingly close!

His right hand flung a cloud of dust toward the nine of them.

Instantly activating his telekinesis, he jammed these literal specks of dust hard into the enemies' eyes!

"My eyes!"

"A Spirit Reader! He's a Spirit Reader! Ah!"

The crowd screamed in agony; several battle-hardened Advanced War Generals lost their sight on the spot, temporarily combat-ineffective.

The Blood Brake Squad hadn't expected Bai Yang to be a rare "Spirit Reader."

What they'd never anticipated even more was that a Spirit Reader, who usually attacked from range, could silently close in on them for melee!

He was utterly reckless!

An Zhengxin, as a War God, reacted far faster than his subordinates.

His eyelids closed in time, blocking the dust barrage. Hearing his men's screams, rage flared in his heart. He swore to torment Bai Yang thoroughly, make him suffer every bit before killing him to silence him.

But before he could move, Bai Yang was already coming for him!

The two were barely three meters apart—for a War General-level martial artist, that distance might as well be zero.

Bai Yang drew the Mount Hua Sword and thrust it straight for An Zhengxin's throat.

It was one of the thirty-six moves from the seventh layer of the Mist Sword!

An Zhengxin's heart leaped with joy!

You, an Advanced War General, want to clash head-on with me? You're tired of living!

His long blade swept upward from below to meet the sword.

He planned to knock Bai Yang's weapon flying in one blow, then take him alive.

The blade and sword collided. An Zhengxin's hand shuddered violently, and he instantly lost his grip on his usual weapon!

The tiger's mouth of his right hand split open, bleeding, and the long blade was sent flying far away!

Impossible! Such force!

An Zhengxin could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes—his own strength was actually inferior to his opponent's!

Inner strength! This was clearly inner strength!

Bai Yang, having landed a hit, thrust another strike toward his opponent's left shoulder.

An Zhengxin dodged desperately, barely managing to evade the blow.

Bai Yang paid it no mind, sword stroke after sword stroke, unleashing all thirty-six moves in an instant.

Although An Zhengxin was a War God, capable of movements reaching supersonic speed, after forcing his way through two dodges...

The remaining thirty-four strikes all landed, and the final blow sent him flying backward a considerable distance.

It battered him into agony, leaving him unable to straighten his back.

It turned out Bai Yang's sword had never left its sheath—he had been fighting with the scabbard the entire time.

He strode forward quickly, pulled out the Monster Cell he had prepared in advance, and forced it down An Zhengxin's throat.

Then, without waiting for the result, he turned back to deal with his eight teammates.

Those few had only just recovered some of their vision; with a casual thrust of his scabbard, one fell to the ground, writhing and howling in pain.

He fed each of them a Monster Cell, brainwashing them all into slaves.

Minutes later, the entire Blood Brake Squad—

One War God and eight high-ranking Battle Generals—had all fallen neatly into his grasp.

Bai Yang felt satisfied; this squad, led by a War God, was indeed far stronger than the Tiger Tooth Squad.

This was an elite force that dared to fight year-round in the streets of Magic City!

With the help of the Monster Cells, the several high-ranking Battle Generals not only healed their injuries but also saw their strength enhanced to varying degrees.

These nine were accustomed to fighting together, and their combat power was nothing like that of temporary, thrown-together teams.

Bai Yang sensed the location of his earliest slave, who was still leading the other three teams in circles a few miles away.

He issued a command to the eight in his mind, ordering them to take Monster Cells and go support him, capturing all twenty-plus Battle Generals one by one.

The eight immediately bowed and accepted the order; such a task was hardly difficult to complete, requiring no further instructions from their master.

Bai Yang and An Zhengxin stayed behind alone, beginning to tally up this haul.

As a War God who had fought for many years, An Zhengxin's wealth was no small matter.

The moment Bai Yang rifled through his memories, he discovered the first four layers of the Nine-Layer Thunder Blade!

He had actually saved up and bought it himself!

An Zhengxin asked fervently, "Master! I'm currently on the third layer of the Nine-Layer Thunder Blade, with a 2.8-fold force multiplier.

But against you, I'm completely outmatched! Your force multiplier must be at least 6, right?"

There was nothing wrong with being open with an absolutely loyal slave.

Bai Yang smiled and said, "Not quite yet; the Mist Sword maxes out at a 3-fold force multiplier.

Part of my great strength comes from my monsterization. After I advance, the cells inside you will further enhance your power too.

I've studied this sword art and learned quite a few techniques; my current force multiplier is around 5-fold.

The Nine-Layer Thunder Blade in your hands will come in handy, letting me draw on a lot more insights."

An Zhengxin's face was full of admiration, and he declared loudly, "I will tell you everything I've comprehended!"