There were five to six hundred people on the street. Suddenly, all of them stood up and brandished their sabers and swords, charging towards Yun Yang from all directions.
Their expressions were ferocious and murderous.
Yun Yang was like a lone island besieged by a flood, suddenly surrounded by raging waves.
Sabers and swords flashed.
Ju Chen retreated hastily.
However, Ju Chen had only taken three steps back when she realized that she had been caught.
Turning back to look, she saw Yun Yang's handsome face still in front of her, asking her curiously, "Ju Chen, what's going on here? It's not fun at all, it's only dangerous … "
Ju Chen's shoulders were gripped tightly by him, as if shackled by an iron hoop. She could not move at all. Her pretty face was pale as she chided, "Let me go!"
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm protecting you!" Yun Yang's gaze was chilling. "I'm a man who has tender feelings for women. How can I be at ease letting you take the risk alone when it's so dangerous?"
Other than the surging murderous intent around them, teams of black-clothed men leaped up soundlessly from the surrounding rooftops. All of them had bows and arrows in their hands, the chilling arrowheads pointed in their direction.
Ju Chen's eyes were filled with extreme fear. "Let me go! Let me go quickly … "
Yun Yang's expression was steely as he said faintly, "I have tender feelings for women. You only need to tell me who asked you to do this. Give me a name and I'll let you go immediately. Otherwise, as you can see, the other party probably won't care about your life. They'll probably give the order to release the arrows right away!"
As expected, a cold voice rang out from the other side, "Release the arrows!"
At the same time, Ju Chen's eyes widened, filled with disbelief and endless terror.
The sky and ground were filled with black arrows, even the last bit of light of dusk was blotted out. Mixed with the color of death, the arrows filled her vision!
Ju Chen could not help but let out a shrill cry, filled with the anguish of losing her life.
The other party did not care about her at all!
Yun Yang placed Ju Chen behind him with one hand while his other hand stretched out horizontally. It looked slow in the air, but it was actually extremely fast as he drew a dozen circles consecutively.
An extremely profound profound Qi was emitted from the center of his palm.
As he drew, his body spun along with the mystical Qi that surrounded him.
Puff puff puff …
More than a thousand arrows seemed to have met with some sort of obstruction when they were about three feet away from Yun Yang. The arrows were all pointing downwards, falling right in front of Yun Yang.
In the blink of an eye, Yun Yang's front, back, left, and right were covered in arrows. It was a terrifying sight to behold.
Countless arrows were deeply embedded in the ground, like a prison of arrows!
"If you don't say it now, you really won't have the chance anymore." Yun Yang's expression was cold. Grabbing Ju Chen, he moved and said faintly, "Ju Chen, this is your last chance."
Ju Chen's beautiful eyes were already filled with fear and confusion. She said in a panic, "It's … it's someone from the Grand Preceptor's residence. It's the Grand Preceptor's first aide, Cheng Menghan, who found me and asked me to …"
"Cheng Menghan? Grand Preceptor's Residence? " Yun Yang's gaze flickered as he said faintly, "If you can survive today, remember not to return to Cirrus House. Otherwise, I will kill you!"
Before Yun Yang's words echoed in the air, his right hand jerked. With a scream, Ju Chen's frail body was flung away by Yun Yang.
This throw traversed a distance of a thousand feet. Ju Chen's entire body seemed to be riding on the clouds as she flew out of the range of the trap.
Tears streamed down Ju Chen's cheeks as she turned her head back in midair. Her voice was weak in the wind, "I'm sorry …"
However, a ray of sword light flashed like a bolt of lightning from a rooftop.
It flashed past.
Before Ju Chen could scream, the sword light had already sliced her in half!
Fresh blood suddenly filled the air.
Yun Yang's gaze was cold as he watched the two halves of her body falling in two different directions, his gaze unwavering.
"Kill!"
Countless people charged towards Yun Yang from both sides, brandishing their swords and sabers.
Yun Yang sucked in a deep breath, a gentle smile hanging on the corners of his lips as he murmured, "It's been a long, long time since I've encountered something like this!"
"Don't attack!" Yun Yang hollered.
With a flip of his right hand, a brilliant ray of saber light illuminated the dark street.
A saber had appeared in Yun Yang's hand.
The saber did not feel menacing at the moment of his attack. Instead, everyone who saw the saber felt like they were looking at a gentle glow.
That feeling was as if he had suddenly fallen into a beautiful dream, and his eyes were filled with falling flowers and boundless brilliance.
The first half of the saber seemed to be illusory and difficult to describe. The second half, which was relatively real, gave off a dreamy and exquisite feeling. It was an indescribable feeling of fondness.
"Merciless Blade!"
Yun Yang's saber light flashed.
The thirty to forty people who were charging towards him saw a brilliant ray of saber light. There was only one ray!
However, it was coming towards the center of their brows from afar!
Watching the saber light coming closer, everyone could not help but feel the same way.
Unrivaled!
Unstoppable!
Unstoppable!
The brilliance of the saber had long attracted the target's full attention; he could not even think of dodging it.
Swoosh!
A thin red mark appeared on the brows of the twenty-odd people in front of Yun Yang. Their bodies were still charging forward, but in the process of charging, their bodies suddenly split into two halves from the middle.
Yun Yang did not pause at all when he unleashed his saber. He spun around, a faint smile still on his handsome face. The second strike had already erupted from his hand.
"Merciless Dao!"
Unlike the previous Merciless Blade, this strike was like a brilliant ball of light that exploded abruptly. Countless rays of saber light shot out in all directions with Yun Yang as the center.
Pow, pow, pow …
A series of human heads flew into the air like balls of meat spurting out from a fountain.
A Divine Will First Form, Merciless Blade? After Merciless Dao, more than fifty people had perished under this strike, all of them decapitated and decapitated!
However, there were too many people surrounding them this time. Those who came later completely ignored their fallen comrades and charged forward to attack again!
In front of him, dozens of people came before Yun Yang.
Yun Yang floated, his purple robe fluttering. He did not dodge or evade, charging head-on into the crowd with his saber in hand.
Yun Yang's purple robe fluttered as the saber light in his hand shot out like lightning. His expression was cold and gentle as he killed two people with one strike. A strike from the left split a person into two halves from head to toe while a strike from the right sent a person's head flying into the sky.
Taking a step forward, the saber light flashed as dozens of weapons broke in unison. Almost at the same time, a series of heads flew into the air, the sound of splintering flesh lingering in the air.
Yun Yang strode forward without stopping. The saber light was continuous, like a ray of light that connected heaven and earth, from front to back and from left to right.
The heads that flew into the sky fell. Yun Yang's left hand patted lightly, sending the heads flying like cannonballs. Whenever they landed on someone, the victim would vomit blood immediately. If they accidentally landed on someone's head, both heads would explode at the same time, blooming like a peach blossom …
Yun Yang did not utter a word from the beginning to the end. He was calm and collected as he strode forward, but an endless murderous intent descended upon the world, ready to slaughter.
Wherever he passed, there were only corpses and corpses.
Killing now was easier than chopping vegetables.
All the enemies who had charged at him did not even have the time to make a move; Yun Yang had finished them off with a casual swing of his saber. Yun Yang had already charged three hundred feet from the beginning of the incident. However, the distance between each step was fixed; he was like a beautiful dancer who danced amidst the rain of blood and wind with precise drumbeats. He was unparalleled in his magnificence!
Suddenly, Yun Yang's purple robe fluttered as he floated up like a cloud for the first time. His feet stepped over the heads of six people. When the six heads were smashed like six watermelons, Yun Yang landed lightly. With a flash of saber light, he beheaded the three people who were about to escape.
Blood splattered like a rainbow, filling the eyes with splendor and blood.
Poof!
Yun Yang sprung up again, his foot stepping on another person's head. This time, he lowered his body slightly. It was not that Yun Yang's qinggong was weak; it was intentional. The person's head was stomped into his chest by his slightly lowered body, flattening him. Yun Yang used the momentum to descend slowly, his purple robe fluttering in the night breeze. His saber light was like a swimming dragon, circling once. The last seventeen assassins were decapitated one after the other, their souls sent to the underworld.
There was a meat pie on the ground.
As the broken sabers and swords fell from the sky, Yun Yang stretched out his left hand, fingers as slender as a lady's, and flicked them out like a blooming flower.
Poof, poof, poof …
Dozens of broken blades in the air changed their direction, flying out like meteors chasing after the moon. Following that, loud poof sounds could be heard.
It was the assassins who had been scared out of their wits and were running in all directions. Without exception, blood spurted from the back of their hearts and they fell to the ground.
Streaks of black light filled the sky. It was the arrows that had been stabbed into the ground that suddenly flew up at the same time. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
The archers on top of the wall had just drawn their bows when they fell to the ground one after another.
At this moment, the streets of the red-light district were like a slaughterhouse drunk with blood. There were at least four hundred dead people lying on the ground, leaving only silence.
There were no wounded in this battle; all of them had been killed in a single strike.
Total annihilation!
Poof!
The last archer fell from the top of the wall. He turned to escape when he saw that the situation was not in his favor, but an arrow pierced through the back of his neck when he had already leaped off the wall. It was a one-hit kill.
Yun Yang's purple robe fluttered as he stood proudly. After the massacre, his robe was still spotless. He raised his saber with his right hand and pointed at six directions in the dark with the tip of his saber. Then, the tip of the saber went up and pointed at two corners of the roof. He said faintly, "Come out!"
The last rays of dusk shone on Yun Yang's face. He was still as indifferent as before, still wearing a calm, gentle smile.
He was like a young master who had gone out to play. He was languid and tired, but there was a slight smile at the corners of his lips. It was as if he was exclaiming at the sunset, exclaiming at the beauty of this world.
It was filled with an indescribable sense of melancholy and admiration.
However, beneath his feet was a crimson sea of blood that was formed from the blood of over four hundred corpses.
Those who were hiding in the dark felt a chill rush up from the soles of their feet. Everyone felt their scalp tingle as goosebumps rose all over their bodies.
Was this the popinjay that the Grand Tutor had asked us to kill?
If people like this were considered popinjays …
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