Sneak attack

  One move killed seven martial kings, this kind of strength can't even be achieved by ordinary martial emperors. Yuan Ye's strike completely intimidated the others, and the remaining three martial kings, a group of martial artists looked at Yuan Ye with pale faces.

  "Kill!" The black-robed Martial Emperor flew towards Yuan Ye without hesitation, and a curved knife drew an eerie arc towards Yuan Ye's neck.

  "Looking for death!" Yuan Ye's facial muscles suddenly tensed, his long sword hummed, and a dazzling golden light burst forth.

  "The First Sword of Sealing Demons - Shaoyang!"

  Yuan Ye and the Black Robed Martial Emperor clashed in a fierce exchange, with a massive surge of energy sending the Black Robed Martial Emperor flying out at an angle. The Martial Emperor spat out a mouthful of blood as he flew back, while the three observing Martial Kings also made their move, unleashing a torrent of powerful auras that simultaneously shot towards Yuan Ye.

  The sword flashed, and the figure disappeared.

  "Pom pom pom~~~"

  Three Wu Jun were beheaded again.

  The Black Robed Emperor trembled as he crawled up from the ground, too strong, not even a match. The Black Robed Emperor only felt his internal organs churning like they were going to flip over, extremely intense. He endured the pain on his body and stood up shakily.

  "How is it possible, how did you become so formidable."

  "Cut the crap, all of you get out!" Yuan Ye turned around and wanted to leave. The small mixed ball that had not taken action also followed behind. At this point, Yuan Ye no longer considered these people as opponents. They were just pawns ordered by others. The ones Yuan Ye really wanted to kill were Lin Hong and Jiang Yuanfeng.

  "Don't think about escaping!" The Black Robed Emperor, suppressing his own injuries, chased after Yuan Ye the moment he turned around, consecutively sending out two palm forces that were like a mountain-collapsing and sea-reversing wave, instantly flooding into Yuan Ye's body.

  Yuan Ye's entire body shook violently, his skin and flesh were instantly ravaged by the fierce power, bursting out two bloody handprints.

  "How could this be!" The Black Robed Emperor's eyes widened suddenly, he saw that the vertebrae on Yuan Yao's back were emitting a faint red color. His own palm strength was enough to shatter gold and snap silver, but those red vertebrae were not injured in the slightest, and his aura couldn't even penetrate into Yuan Yao's body. His full-strength palm strike had been met with no evasion from his opponent, yet it only resulted in a superficial wound.

  "Kill!" Those martial artists, not even sparing a glance at Wu Jun, all charged forward with a roar as soon as they saw Yuan Ye injured, as if they all thought Yuan Ye was done for and the great reward was within their grasp.

  "Damn it, I'm really not cut out for being a good person." Yuan Ye muttered under his breath, suddenly turning around.

  Sealing Demon's Second Sword: Yuanzhen!

  The sword shadow fluttered, the black-robed Martial Emperor and the five people who charged to the front were instantly enveloped in the attack range of Yuan Zhens' sword. In an instant, they all had seven holes bleeding, their internal organs completely shattered.

  "Alright, let's go!" Yuan Hui turned around and rushed into the crowd, while Xiao Hun also transformed into a five-meter giant beast and charged forward.

  Massacre, tonight is destined to be a night of slaughter.

  Yuan Wei finally killed all the warriors who surrounded him in the mountains. The fierce battle lasted from noon till night, from scorching sun to drizzling rain.

  The mountains on a rainy night look exceptionally desolate, unknown beasts are howling in the depths of the mountain, rainwater falls on the leaves rustling, by the second half of the night, the rain gets heavier and heavier, cow hair-like fine rain turns into torrential downpour, the sky and earth are shrouded in a veil of water, the entire mountains are submerged in a world of water.

  Yuan Ye sat cross-legged in the rain, and within a day, those dozens of martial artists who arrived first, as well as the more than 200 who followed, were almost completely wiped out by his own hands. There were two Martial Emperors, thirty-nine Martial Lords, and over 200 high-ranking masters below them, all of whom would have been invincible in a mixed-up state, but Yuan Ye had slaughtered them all in just one day. Yuan Ye's hands were numb from killing so many people; his strength had increased greatly, but the non-stop battles had also left him nearly exhausted.

  On the second night, Yuan Ye had fully recovered and was now in his peak state. After meditating for a whole day, he opened his eyes, and two divine lights flashed by in the darkness. The little rascal was on high alert from afar. In the darkness, a terrifying shadow darted through the dense thorns, heading towards the tent in the mountains. Although the killing intent had been suppressed, an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere had already permeated the entire forest...

  Yuan Ye held a sharp long sword in his hand, letting the raindrops fall on him, and he moved forward silently but with firm steps.

  Heavy rain poured down, one of the two passes in the mountains where Lin Hong was located, and the warriors were still asleep, while the guards on duty were dozing off with drowsiness, unaware that death had already arrived.

  Yuan Ye gathered his breath and reached a state of emptiness, though he had the intention to kill, not a hint of killing intent leaked out. Unbeknownst to anyone, he silently killed four guards patrolling the area, approaching Lin Hong's campsite.

  A snow-bright treasured sword silently and quietly sliced open a luxurious tent, blood flowers splashed, fresh blood sprayed, the heads of two sleeping masters had already rolled down.

  Yuan Ye retreated silently, like a ghost, to another tent, where his long sword lightly lifted the flap, and blood gushed out, heads rolled...

  Heavy rain poured down, lightning flashed across the sky, on this stormy night, a shadow was silently moving through the mountains, the entire mountain range was shrouded in an aura of death...

  Yuan Ye hoped to quietly kill Lin Hong, once and for all, but every time he went to the tent, it was not the right one. Lin Hong had the highest status, yet he let others sleep in those luxurious tents, while his own tent looked just like that of an ordinary warrior.

  This was a terrifying night, and a shadow like the god of death was constantly reaping lives. Because Yuan Ye knew that if the assassination failed, he would inevitably have a fierce battle with Lin Hong. And in this luxurious tent were all high-ranking masters of Wu Jun, who would inevitably become his greatest obstacle at the time. The battle in the mountains told Yuan Ye that these dead soldiers either had to be faced or killed off completely!

  Yuan Ye had already opened the seventh tent, and nearly twenty heads had rolled to the ground. At this moment, he felt no pity or guilt.

  He who kills shall be killed by all men.

  When he opened the eighth tent, unfortunately, a Wu Jun inside happened to wake up. Yuan Ye's long sword was beaten with a crash in the rain, and suddenly made that Wu Jun's sleepiness disappear.

  "Someone has invaded!" A loud shout rose in the rainy night, and the first to wake up was a middle-aged man living in the same tent. Immediately, the entire camp became noisy.

  "A loud crack" shook the sky. A bolt of lightning flashed across the air, clearly illuminating every inch of space in the forest.

  The two people inside the tent finally saw Yuan Ye's appearance clearly.

  "It's Yuan Ye, kill him!" A loud roar, the middle-aged man and his companions rushed up. At the same time, more than a dozen tents had been cut open, and blood was flowing out of the tents, gurgling into the rainwater on the ground. Mixed with the rainwater on the ground, the ground seemed to have turned red, and in an instant, everyone felt a strong sense of death, aided by flashes of lightning cutting through the air. People finally understood what had happened.

  Torn tent, rolling heads, bright red blood...

  In the instant that the lightning disappeared, the world returned to a deep blackness, and all that could be heard was the clashing of swords in the darkness.