Yun Xiaoyao looked at Yun Yang whom he had carried all the way back, his heart filled with shock and speechlessness.
This – this ability was too formidable!
It had to be said that the other party's ambush had indeed struck at the moment when everyone was unprepared.
The other party's timing was right when all the assassin organizations and lone travelers were laying low. Even the Four Seasons Tower, which had suffered heavy losses due to the series of events earlier, had thought that the other forces would not make any moves in the near future, at least for the next few days!
However, this ambush had come so suddenly!
It had caught everyone off guard, and the lineup was so formidable!
Even if Yun Xiaoyao thought about it now, this force against Yun Yang alone would be like a mountain crushing down on him, like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken!
Because of this, the other party's intention was simple and brutal – to kill with a single strike! To eliminate any future trouble!
Yet, Yun Yang had managed to drag the battle to the very end in such a dire situation where there was absolutely no room for maneuver. It was only when their reinforcements had descended from the sky and surrounded the other party, wiping them out in one fell swoop!
Yun Yang had even insisted on saying a few words before he fainted, unable to hold on any longer.
The outcome was unbelievable, unimaginable, and appalling; it was beyond everyone's understanding!
Yun Xiaoyao asked himself, if he had been in Yun Yang's shoes … would he have survived?
Yun Xiaoyao had never been one to belittle himself. After he calmed himself down and weighed the pros and cons, he confirmed one thing – if he had been in Yun Yang's shoes, the other party would have gone back for a celebratory drink right now. There would be no accidents, no fluke …
Thinking of this, Yun Xiaoyao could not help shuddering. On the other hand, Fang Mofei and Lao Mei remained composed, not even feeling that this matter was a legend or a myth.
Looking at the crowd's shock, both of them were secretly pleased.
'Bunch of fools, what do you know? '
'Young master … that's Supreme Cloud we're talking about! Everything he does and everything he encounters is beyond the reach of others! '
Even if such a thing was not common and common, it was nothing more than a daily occurrence.
The rise and fall of a million-strong army could be decided with just a word from him … what more these mere assassins in front of them!
A piece of cake!
What was there to be afraid of?
Was this the truth?
Of course not!
Fang Mei and her brother's situation was different from the four noble young masters. Their personal worship of Yun Yang had reached the point of following him blindly. Whatever Yun Yang did, it was reasonable and unreasonable. There was no logic or common sense. This was the legendary fan filter; there was no logic to it!
The assassins who had been captured were now all imprisoned in the secret room. They had just been tied up to a pillar when a series of painful moans sounded out incessantly.
Everyone couldn't help but be puzzled. We're just tying up a person. We haven't even tortured him yet, but he's already crying out in pain. They're really losing face for the assassins. But when they looked carefully, they all shivered.
Each of the captive assassins was covered with wounds all over their bodies.
Strictly speaking, these wounds were not deep. They only scratched the skin and did not penetrate into the muscles and bones. They were typical skin injuries.
In spite of this, the number of scars was too many and each of them was about the same depth. It was shocking.
At this moment, all of them were tied to the pillars. As they struggled, the repercussions of the countless saber scars were exposed. The one who was in the worst condition initially did not seem to have suffered much damage, and his clothes seemed to be intact. However, as he struggled, his clothes were torn to shreds, and he was covered in blood from head to toe. It was as if his entire body was covered in blood.
Everyone present had the same thought – this fellow was fated to die. He would die without a doubt. Just the blood alone would be enough to kill him!
In spite of this, the person's cry was full of vigor, without a hint of weakness. "It hurts so much …"
Fang Mofei took a closer look and realized that the bleeding on the fellow's body had stopped automatically. After all, he was a high-level cultivator. His recovery rate from purely superficial wounds was far faster than that of an ordinary person, but the knife marks were still glaring. After a careful count, this unlucky fellow had such shallow scratches on his body. Starting from his scalp, his face, his chest, his shoulders … all the way to his calves, there were at least two hundred and thirty-five of them!
No, there were also seven on the soles of his feet. They were all fresh wounds, not old wounds. That meant … there were a total of two hundred and forty-two saber marks!
Hmm, this did not include the thirty over cuts on his boots that did not penetrate the boots. Otherwise, the number would be even more …
Fang Mofei swallowed involuntarily.
Did this guy get killed by a thousand cuts?
How did he do it?
The legendary Death by a Thousand Cuts technique was probably at this level!
Moreover, there was another advantage to these saber marks. It saved the need to bandage these fellows' wounds.
A high-level cultivator would be able to recover from such shallow wounds in two to three days.
Of course, the most important factor was that … there was no way to bandage them, and there was no way to treat them!
The person with the fewest saber marks had more than eighty on him.
How should he bandage them?
Even if he bandaged them like dumplings, there would still be some who slipped through the net. Instead of that, he might as well not bandage them. They would not die anyway!
"Young Master's saber technique … is really …" Fang Mofei gasped in amazement. "Amazing …"
"Just the saber marks on these people alone, Young Master must have slashed at least two thousand times … If that's the case, in today's short battle, Young Master …"
Lao Mei took a deep breath, stunned by the number he thought of.
"The most conservative estimate would be … more than thirty thousand cuts!?"
Fang Mofei had given an inaccurate estimate, but he was shocked by the number as well.
In such a short period of time, against an enemy several times stronger than him, he had unleashed at least thirty thousand slashes without pause … Furthermore, Fang Mofei knew very well that under such circumstances, thirty thousand slashes would not be enough to preserve his life and create such a result. That was the most conservative and minimum number!
"No wonder!" Fang Mofei said dumbfoundedly.
"What?" Lao Mei did not understand.
"Didn't you see?" Fang Mofei was a little distracted. "Our young master's muscles are strained. His wrists, arms, and shoulders … they're all swollen … His wrists are swollen to the point that they're thicker than his thighs! … "
Lao Mei was speechless.
Fang Mofei looked at Lao Mei with soulless eyes and said, "Is it hard to imagine? It's thicker than your waist. "
Lao Mei thought, "F * ck you! Your father is just a little thinner … "
In Yun Yang's bedroom.
Yun Yang lay quietly on the bed, snoring and completely unconscious. This was a deep slumber after extreme exhaustion, but it was different from deep slumber. It could be considered a recovery state of hibernation.
Ji Lingxi and Shangguan Lingxiu sat quietly on the bed, one at the head and the other at the foot.
Yun Yang was really just overly fatigued. There was nothing else wrong with him and he did not suffer from any serious internal injuries. It was only after the two ladies had checked him over and over again that they were reassured and were able to keep watch over him peacefully.
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