Breaking Through by Force

With such unmatched ferocity, no one on the Song Household's side could stop him. As Yang Yi unleashed his fists and kicks, no one knew how many had died at his hands.

The moment he charged into the Song Household's formation, he put away Mountain Suppression and instead circulated his blood and qi into his eyes.

In the darkness, two scarlet points of light drifted with his figure, trailing crimson ribbons behind them.

Empowered by blood and qi, the movements of the enemies around him seemed as though someone had pressed the slow-motion button. No one could threaten him; even sneak attacks from the shadows were met with precise reactions and evasions.

This was only a crude application of blood and qi. If he cultivated a secret technique that enhanced eyesight, the effect would only grow stronger.

His thoughts raced, but his body never stopped. His target was Song Du, seated on horseback behind the crowd.

A silver longsword suddenly stabbed out from the diagonal, like a venomous snake springing from the shadows. There had been no warning before it struck, and only when it launched its attack did its viciousness reveal itself.

The sword truly resembled a poisonous snake flicking its tongue, stabbing straight for Yang Yi's eye socket. Before it even reached him, Yang Yi felt a stinging pain in his eyes.

"Silver Snake Sword!" Qin Siniang's pretty face changed, and she blurted out, "It's Song Can!"

The Song Household had two Lan Bloods: one was the current head, Song Du, while the other was his younger brother Song Can. These two held up the Song Household's reputation, allowing it to claim a place in Clearwind City.

Since this direction was under the Song Household's defenses and commanded by Song Du, Song Can was naturally mixed among them as well.

While following Yang Yi into battle, Qin Siniang had deliberately searched for Song Can's whereabouts. But time had been short, and the night was too dark; she simply could not find him.

Only when Song Can made his move did he reveal himself.

The timing of this attack was exquisitely chosen. Qin Siniang and the others were each occupied with killing enemies and unable to offer aid. Even Yang Yi himself had just slain a member of the Song Household and had no guard against an ambush.

Song Can was ninety percent certain that this strike would land.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce Yang Yi's eye socket, Yang Yi suddenly raised his hand and pinched with two fingers, precisely catching that venomous snake with its flickering tongue between them.

The cruel smile on Song Can's face froze abruptly.

Yang Yi tilted his head. Two scarlet points in his eyes stared at Song Can as he slowly said, "You're too slow."

That somewhat youthful face had uttered such a cold judgment, and in the midst of this life-and-death battle at that. Song Can felt it was the greatest humiliation of his life.

He swiftly pulled back his sword, yet the two fingers clamping the Silver Snake Sword seemed welded shut. He could not budge it.

Song Can was battle-hardened and reacted with extreme speed. With a shake of the Silver Snake Sword, the blade suddenly vibrated, finally slipping free of the clamp.

Before he could retreat back into the darkness, Yang Yi stepped forward in a bow stance and hurled a punch at him. "Take a punch from me!"

Pure blood and qi coiled around that fist, like a blazing fireball.

Song Can's scalp went numb. Instinctively, he knew this punch would not be easy to take. With the crowd hemming him in, he could neither maneuver nor dodge, so he could only grit his teeth and thrust his sword at Yang Yi.

Old hands of the martial world never lacked ruthlessness. He assumed a posture of mutual destruction, intending to force Yang Yi to withdraw his fist.

But he had clearly underestimated Yang Yi's savagery.

Or rather, Yang Yi knew that such an opportunity was hard-won. If he could kill one of their Lan Bloods now, it would greatly help the situation to come.

Thus, facing that sword, Yang Yi merely tilted his head slightly, while the fist he had thrown continued without losing momentum.

Shatter Mountains and Rivers!

Pfft...

A dull impact sounded. Song Can's body jerked, then froze in place.

Qin Siniang and the others following closely behind Yang Yi froze as well.

Since charging out of that broken house, they had prepared themselves for a bloody battle, even for a grim fate. Yet with Yang Yi guarding the front during their savage charge, the three of them had not only encountered no danger, but had barely expended any blood and qi.

Once they killed their way into the formation, Yang Yi became unstoppable.

If they had not known he was merely a sixteen-year-old youth, they might have thought him some old monster renowned for years.

Yet while his divine bravery shocked the three of them, it brought them even greater joy. The stronger Yang Yi proved, the greater their chance of escaping.

But if Yang Yi's performance earlier had still been within reason, then the sight of Song Can being killed by a single punch was somewhat beyond comprehension.

That was Song Can! Not some stray cat or dog, but a dignified Lan Blood, the Song Household's second-in-command. His Silver Snake Swordsmanship was exceptionally sinister and tricky. None of the three had been certain of victory in a one-on-one fight against him.

Yet right before their eyes, he had been beaten to death with one punch, his chest blasted clean through.

This... was this still human?

But with that, their breakout was more than halfway complete!

Now, only Song Du remained ahead as the final roadblock.

"Ah!" Behind the formation, Song Du, that roadblock, watched in utter horror. From where he stood, he clearly saw a fist wrapped in blood and qi smash through Song Can's back and burst out through his body.

The fist withdrew swiftly. Through the hollow in Song Can's chest, Song Du met the two scarlet points in Yang Yi's eyes.

His soul nearly left his body.

In more than forty years of life, he had never seen such a terrifying gaze.

When he saw his younger brother in danger, he had been ready to leap from his horse and rescue him. Though it would have been two against four, Zhuang Laosan and Qin Siniang were injured, and the Song Household still had many helpers. They only needed to stall for a while before other reinforcements arrived from three directions. By then, these remnants of the Qiao Household would not be able to escape even if they grew wings.

But Song Can had died too quickly.

So quickly that Song Du had no time to save him.

Was Song Can useless? No. Though Song Can was weaker than him, after cultivating for so many years, he was still above average among Lan Bloods. Especially in a sneak attack, his strength would rise another thirty percent.

The reason things had turned out this way was clearly because that young man named Yang Yi was too savage.

Where had this monster come from?

As countless thoughts flashed through his mind, Song Du immediately leaped from his horse—not to save anyone, but to flee.

The reinforcements had not yet arrived, while the enemy had already punched through the Song Household's defensive line. Even though he still had many people at his disposal, he was the only Lan Blood. How could he fight four alone?

Having weighed the situation, that roadblock decided to preserve his useful life first.

"Get back here!" Qin Siniang cried sharply. With a flick of her long whip, she wrapped it around Song Du's waist and yanked hard. Caught off guard, Song Du was actually dragged back into the formation.

This was his greatest mistake. Had he honestly dismounted and fled, Qin Siniang might not have succeeded. Yet in his panic, he had leaped into the air, unable to borrow strength while suspended there, giving Qin Siniang her chance.

The instant he landed, Yang Yi's fist came crashing toward him. Zhuang Laosan struck out with a palm, while Shen Qian flashed forth with a sword.

The roadblock instantly became a dead cat...

Song Du's strength truly was formidable, but that was only relative. Facing four alone now, he did not even have a chance to resist.

"Done!" Zhuang Laosan roared inwardly. With Song Du, that obstacle, removed, nothing would block the four of them ahead. They only needed to push onward, and they could naturally flee far away...

"Yang Yi, what are you doing?" Zhuang Laosan's expression suddenly changed. Yang Yi, who had broken through the encirclement, did not flee forward. Instead, he turned and charged toward the right.

That was precisely the direction from which another group from Clearwind City was coming to reinforce them.