Slaying Three in a Row

Ye Wudao narrowed his eyes. He had been tangled in a fight with that "wild dog" not because he couldn't kill it, but because he was testing the application of several footwork techniques in combat.

From start to finish, he hadn't drawn his blade once, relying solely on footwork to evade.

It was only after seeing these four people from the Four Blade Sect approach that he drew his blade to finish off the "wild dog."

He planted his broadsword into the ground and snorted coldly, "I didn't expect to run into you all here today, either."

"Aren't you afraid my master will come looking for you to settle the score?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man glanced around and let out a boisterous laugh. "Kid, stop trying to scare us with Hu Lianfeng."

"We just came from the riverbank slope, and we didn't see Hu Lianfeng anywhere."

"It's a good thing I have sharp eyes and spotted you, you little animal."

"Otherwise, you would have escaped unscathed once again today."

"Heh!" Ye Wudao let out a laugh and shouted in a deep voice, "So what if my master isn't here? To deal with trash like you, I am more than enough!"

The middle-aged man flew into a rage at these words. "You arrogant, ignorant brat, I'll send you to hell!"

As the words left his lips, he charged toward Ye Wudao with his blade drawn.

Footwork is chaotic, stance is unstable, core is weak!

Yet in Ye Wudao's eyes, the moment the middle-aged man charged from three meters away, his entire body was riddled with openings.

Although he was fast, his footwork was abysmal; his body swayed too much, causing even the hand holding the blade to tremble slightly.

"Hmph!"

Ye Wudao let out a cold snort, and the blade in his hand followed the momentum upward.

The next second, a spray of blood splattered across his face.

The middle-aged man who had charged before him looked at him in disbelief, then glanced down at his own chest.

A wound the size of a chopstick extended from his abdomen all the way up to his chest.

The tip of the blade in Ye Wudao's hand was buried straight into his heart.

It had pierced through his chest and out his back, skewering his heart.

"You..."

He raised the blade in his hand, but felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

"Cough, cough..."

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his head slumped powerlessly.

Ye Wudao pulled his blade from the middle-aged man's body and looked expressionlessly at the remaining three members of the Four Blade Sect.

"I had intended to settle the score with you after I left this place!"

"Since you've delivered yourselves to my doorstep today, let's settle the account right now!"

Once these words were spoken, the three members of the Four Blade Sect, who had been frozen in place, finally snapped back to reality.

"A-Tai!"

The old woman let out a loud cry.

Her shout drew the attention of others nearby.

People who were teamed up to hunt demonic beasts began to whisper among themselves.

"Isn't that the sect leader of the Four Blade Sect? What happened to her?"

"Didn't you see the man lying on the ground? She must have had a conflict with that young man."

"Four against one and still got countered? The Four Blade Sect is truly hopeless!"

"Don't underestimate the Four Blade Sect; their sect leader is at least a Houtian Realm initiate."

"A Houtian Realm initiate hunting Tier 1 demonic beasts here? Isn't that embarrassing enough?"

"But I've never seen this young man before. Could he be a newcomer? A newcomer daring to go up against the Four Blade Sect?"

"This young man must be at the peak of the Body Forging Realm; otherwise, he couldn't have taken out a member of the Four Blade Sect. The other three are all at the peak of the Body Forging Realm, and they aren't easy to deal with."

"Then he's in for it! The Four Blade Sect leader still has some skill; at the very least, dealing with someone in the Body Forging Realm is a breeze for her."

"To come to the Rift World to hunt demonic beasts at such a young age, he must be a disciple of some major clan. He probably has a guardian nearby."

The surrounding chatter completely ignited the fury of the Four Blade Sect leader.

She drew the broadsword at her waist and hissed, "Kid, I want you dead!"

Ye Wudao stepped back. He had heard Hu Lianfeng say that the Four Blade Sect leader was a Houtian Realm initiate.

A Houtian Realm initiate was still in the Houtian Realm and had already mastered Inch Power; dealing with him, a mere Body Forging Realm cultivator, would be no problem at all.

"All together now! Don't let him run!"

The Four Blade Sect leader shouted, and the other two middle-aged men moved instantly, flanking Ye Wudao from the left and right.

Ye Wudao furrowed his brows, gripping his blade in a defensive stance.

Behind him was a pack of demonic beasts, and his paths to the left and right were blocked. With the old woman from the Four Blade Sect in front of him, he knew that if he wanted to escape, he would have to break through either the left or the right.

The next second, he suddenly moved.

Hu Lianfeng had taught him one principle: once you encounter an enemy, you must strike first to gain the advantage.

He pushed his Light Smoke Step to its limit, and in the blink of an eye, he had already charged in front of the middle-aged man on his left.

"A-Jun, watch out!"

Seeing Ye Wudao suddenly move, the sect leader of the Four Blade Sect immediately shouted a warning.

The middle-aged man called A-Jun tensed his muscles and growled, "Life-Taking Four Blades!"

The corners of Ye Wudao's mouth curled up slightly. This man's Life-Taking Four Blades was likely only at the minor success stage, and his speed was far too slow.

"Let me teach you what the true Life-Taking Four Blades looks like!"

He let out a loud shout, lunged toward the man, bent his waist, swung his blade, and pulled upward—all in one fluid motion.

The next second, the middle-aged man fell straight backward.

"A-Jun!"

The Four Blade Sect leader shouted again, raising her blade and hacking down toward Ye Wudao's head.

Ye Wudao had long since noticed her charging over. He sidestepped two meters, narrowly dodging the lethal strike.

"A-Hua! Attack together! This brat is not right!"

Seeing Ye Wudao's movements, the sect leader found it impossible to reconcile the person before her with the Ye Wudao who had accidentally fallen into the canyon just yesterday.

She realized that Ye Wudao might be hiding a secret.

In an instant, her greed flared up!

The other middle-aged man nearby had also witnessed Ye Wudao's kill—a move executed with such fluidity that there wasn't a hint of hesitation.

Knowing that Ye Wudao was not to be trifled with, he heard the sect leader's call and charged toward Ye Wudao's right side.

Ye Wudao stepped back, quickly widening the distance between them.

Just as the man continued to pursue him, Ye Wudao suddenly halted his retreat and lunged forward.

This was the essence of the Roaming Dragon Step: advancing by retreating!

By the time the man realized what was happening, Ye Wudao was already upon him.

Looking at the blade appearing before his eyes, the only thought in the man's mind was: It's over!

The next second, Ye Wudao's blade landed heavily on the man's head.

He didn't bother to check if the man was dead; he knew that strike was fatal.

Because he heard the sect leader charging from behind, he didn't have time to think and immediately turned to parry.

"Clang..."

The sound of blade striking blade rang in his ears, making his eardrums ache.

A strange force traveled along the blade into his arm, numbing the web between his thumb and forefinger.

"Inch Power!"

Ye Wudao hurriedly retreated to dissipate the force, taking four or five steps back before he could steady himself.

He squinted at the sect leader standing three meters away. She was truly a powerhouse at the Houtian Realm, and her strength was enough to suppress him completely.

At this moment, Qin Tianlong also walked down from the gentle slope.

He had originally intended to save Ye Wudao, but he was surprised to see him cleanly and efficiently dispose of the three middle-aged men from the Four Blade Sect.

Though both were at the peak of Body Tempering, Ye Wudao's combat prowess was on an entirely different level than those three.

He found a secluded spot, held a pebble in his hand, and watched the battle between Ye Wudao and the sect leader in silence.

He wanted to see just how long Ye Wudao could hold out against a Houtian Realm expert.

The pebble in his hand was ready for him to intervene and save Ye Wudao at any moment.

"A-Hua!"

The sect leader looked at the last man to fall and cried out in grief and anger.

She glared at Ye Wudao, gritting her teeth as she hissed, "Brat, I will make sure you die today!"

"Yesterday, you were just a Body Tempering novice who couldn't even stand steady on a slope, yet today you can kill those at the peak of Body Tempering. You must have a secret!"

"Once I kill you, your secret will be mine, and then I will be able to revive the Four Blade Sect!"

As her voice fell, she charged at Ye Wudao once more.

Ye Wudao furrowed his brows. The sect leader's speed was not slow, and it seemed it would be difficult to escape given his current pace.

He glanced at her, narrowed his eyes, and growled, "Then come!"