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Ah!
The screams echoed as several Blood-Clothed Guards were unable to evade and were directly crushed against the ancient tree, blood splattering and flesh mangled.
Surrounding them were dozens of Blood-Clothed Men.
"Over there!" one of the Blood-Clothed Men shouted fiercely while swinging his sword.
Wang Yi transformed into a blur, spinning the Azure Flow Sword lightly in his hand. A crescent-shaped sword light swept out, and with a whoosh, a head flew up, propelled by a kick that sent it soaring thirty meters away.
"Kill him!" Zhao Shanyu roared.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The endless cries for blood drowned in the vast Deep Forest, the Blade Light shining like snow, the sword light overshadowing the moon. Dozens of Blood-Clothed Guards surged forward like a tide, overwhelming Wang Yi.
Zhou Yu, Zhao Shanyu, Su Hai Brothers, and Lin Wanfeng watched coldly as Wang Yi was surrounded by four Blood-Clothed Guards.
With a whoosh!
The sword light cut through the air, leaving a trail of blood.
Wang Yi unleashed the Lingjian Technique with his right hand while striking out with his left. A massive fiery palm burst forth, instantly igniting into flames that blazed fiercely in the night. Wherever the flames passed, the Blood-Clothed Guards were burned beyond recognition, collapsing to the ground until not even bones remained. The night wind stirred, lifting a handful of ashes.
"Hmph, anyone who beheads Wang Yi will be rewarded with ten thousand gold and appointed as commander," Zhao Shanyu said coldly as he saw Wang Yi moving through the Blood-Clothed Guards as if in an uninhabited realm. The Blade Light danced wildly, and more Blood-Clothed Guards fell to the ground, their faces turning extremely grim.
Upon hearing this, the Blood-Clothed Guards became excited and shouted wildly as if they had been injected with adrenaline, recklessly charging at Wang Yi.
Using both the Lingjian Technique and Burning Sky Fist simultaneously unleashed terrifying power; flames raged and screams echoed.
From a distance, it appeared as if a fire was burning fiercely in the night. The sound of waves roared as if the air itself had exploded, sending chills down people's spines.
Zhao Shanyu stared blankly at Wang Yi, who was resisting the attacks of the Blood-Clothed Guards. His face was extremely grim, and his gaze was terrifyingly dark. Once upon a time, Wang Yi was not even a match for him, but now he found himself unable to contend with Wang Yi. Looking at his left arm, which was empty and devoid of any strength, the night breeze carrying the scent of blood brushed against his sleeve, causing an empty sleeve to flutter desolately.
Zhao Shanyu's hatred for Wang Yi had reached its peak, to an unbearable extent.
Lin Wanfeng's eyes flashed with fear as he saw the cold gaze of Wang Yi. The scene from the competition between the two sects seemed to replay vividly in front of him, causing him to shiver involuntarily. A hint of terror crept into his eyes; it was an indelible image left by Wang Yi in his heart. Unless he could personally kill Wang Yi, he would live his entire life in Wang Yi's shadow, unable to muster even a shred of defiance.
The Su Hai Brothers were filled with dread. If it weren't for the four top-tier Blood-Clothed Guards present, they would have likely fled with their tails between their legs under Wang Yi's terrifying aura of slaughter.
Zhou Yu's expression was icy, his eyes devoid of emotion as he watched Wang Yi rampaging amidst the encirclement of the Blood-Clothed Guards. His brows furrowed slightly.
"Brother Zhou, Wang Yi's strength has far surpassed that of a Yuanjing Warrior. Do you think we should let the Four Great Blood Guards take action?" Zhao Shanyu's brows also slowly knitted together, his gaze growing heavier. They absolutely could not allow Wang Yi to escape again after surrounding him this time.
Although the Four Great Blood Guards were merely Ninefold Origin Realm warriors, they were just a step away from the Mysterious Realm and specialized in a set of combined attack techniques. Even when facing a warrior who had just entered the Mysterious Realm, they could still put up a fight.
Lin Wanfeng and the Su Hai Brothers immediately turned their gazes toward Zhou Yu; after all, this decision rested with Zhou Yu. The Zhou family's background was truly formidable and beyond what their families could compare to.
Zhou Yu remained silent for a moment before nodding and saying, "You may go."
Upon hearing this, the Four Great Blood Guards immediately leaped into action, surrounding Wang Yi from all four directions. The other Blood-Clothed Guards retreated at once to protect Zhou Yu and the others.
"Kill!" one tall Blood-Clad Leader roared angrily as he raised his head and thrust out a streak of azure light from his sleeve. With a ripping sound, the azure light swept through and tore a section off Wang Yi's sleeve.
Wang Yi's heart sank; these four Blood-Clothed Guards were all peak Ninefold Origin Realm warriors with terrifying strength, capable of stepping into the ranks of Transcendent Realm Experts at any moment.
The four attacked simultaneously, wielding identical azure swords aimed at Wang Yi's vital points. The azure light dazzled as the sword beams were sharp like a net closing in on Wang Yi.
Swish swish swish!
The Azure Flow Sword danced wildly as dense sword lights sliced through the air from its blade, blocking each attack from the four without fail. In less than a few seconds, their coordinated attacks formed a set of martial arts techniques that amplified their sword momentum several times over. Their attacks became sharper and faster, akin to comets sweeping across the moon.
Wang Yi suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure; the Azure Flow Sword grew heavier as he struggled to withstand the combined sword force from the four. Alarmed, Wang Yi’s mind raced like lightning. With a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed Illusionary Palm. One of the Blood-Clothed Guards sneered coldly as azure light swirled into a mass of sword light that tore apart Wang Yi's Palm Seal effortlessly.
Puff!
A spray of blood splattered from Wang Yi's arm.
"Good, kill him quickly, and I will reward you handsomely," Zhao Shanyu said with great delight, his face full of excitement.
"Roar." Wang Yi let out a furious roar, his body soaring into the air as he executed a downward kick, Split Leg. A leg shadow, nearly ten feet long, descended like a giant pillar, sweeping down with the force of a blade striking Mount Hua. Rumbling sounds echoed as several green lights surged like waves, engulfing the leg shadow and tearing it apart. Immediately, the four of them leaped up together, their four shining swords aimed at Wang Yi.
With strikes aimed at his upper body, heart, and lower body, in an instant, Wang Yi found himself in perilous danger; just one sword could severely injure him.
Wang Yi unleashed all his skills, spinning like a top. The Azure Flow Sword followed him closely. The clanging sounds of metal clashing rang out incessantly, like gold and iron striking each other. The night was illuminated by the scattered sword light, shining like stars; everywhere was filled with cold glimmers as the wind grew colder and the sword's momentum became sharper.
Puff!
A green light swept at Wang Yi's lower body. Unable to evade in time, he felt a sharp pain as blood splattered out. Wang Yi's heart raced to his throat; he silently thanked his luck—if he had been even a second slower, his left leg would have undoubtedly been crippled.
With a crack, the Azure Flow Sword lunged toward the throat of a Blood-Clothed Guard. Just as he struck, the four leaders bit their tongues and spat out blood simultaneously. Instantly, the green light surged forth like a meteor streaking through the sky. With a whoosh, even though Wang Yi was agile, several pieces of his clothing were severed.
A cold smile appeared on one of the Blood-Clothed Men as he struck out with his palm. Wang Yi was horrified; before he could turn around, he felt a jolt in his back and blood sprayed out as he was sent flying.
"Hahaha, excellent! Wang Yi, today is your day to die," Zhao Shanyu exclaimed joyfully as he looked at Wang Yi with a sinister grin.
The four Blood-Clothed leaders surrounded the pale-faced Wang Yi lying on the ground, their shining swords pointed directly at him. The cold light was blinding and murderous intent surged toward him; Wang Yi felt as if he were in an ice cave, his face ashen and trapped in a dead end.
"Kill him immediately," Zhou Yu shouted at the four Blood-Clothed leaders upon seeing that Wang Yi was pale as paper and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He initially wanted to humiliate Wang Yi but suddenly recalled Wang Yi's terrifying capabilities and quickly dismissed that thought, roaring at the four leaders instead.
Wang Yi glared at Zhou Yu and the others, flames of anger surging within him. Just as he was about to explode in rage, he let out a muffled groan and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
"Kill him," Su Hai sneered.
"Kill him immediately," Su Hai roared.
"Wang Yi, this time next year will be your day of sacrifice," Lin Haojian coldly stared at Wang Yi, his eyes filled with murderous intent. At this moment, all the resentment he felt towards Wang Yi vanished.
"Am I, Wang Yi, going to die here?"
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"I cannot die; I still want to become strong and take revenge."
"Kill!"
These emotions surged in everyone's hearts, rising slowly but actually happening in the blink of an eye.
The four Blood-Clad Leaders swung their swords down together, the sword energy Zongheng tearing through the air, causing Wang Yi's pale face to be splattered with blood.
At that moment, Wang Yi suddenly felt the Mysterious Pearl unleash a powerful and unmatched Vital Energy, flowing like a mighty river without end.
Boom!
Yuanjing Eighth Layer!
In that instant, Wang Yi exerted all his strength to slash out with his sword, a green light sweeping across. Blood sprayed out in four directions, staining the ground red.
In the blink of an eye, the four Blood-Clad Leaders had their legs severed simultaneously, their bodies split in two. Their piercing screams shattered the silence of the dark night.
"Run, hurry!" Zhao Shanyu's face changed drastically; he turned pale as a wave of coldness surged in his heart and shouted at the nearby Blood-Clothed Guards.
"Hurry!" Su Hai also realized the seriousness of the situation. If they were even a moment late, it would not be Wang Yi who died but themselves.
Lin Wanfeng's brothers were suddenly thrown into a panic.
Zhou Yu saw the four Blood-Clad Leaders facing death together and immediately regretted it to the utmost, his face filled with bitterness. This Wang Yi was truly terrifying, having broken through at such a critical moment. In a flurry, he took out a flute and began to play, the sound clear and melodious.
As the flute sounded, the sharp cries of eagles echoed in the night sky, and several dark clouds loomed over Deep Forest.
"Run!" Zhou Yu glanced fearfully at the approaching Wang Yi, his face as pale as paper, trembling with fear as he shouted urgently.
Su Ming was horrified and quickly swung out a long rope towards the eagle's iron claws. Suddenly feeling a chill at the back of his neck, he realized his head had been severed.
"Brother." Su Hai looked at the headless corpse gushing blood, his eyes filled with sorrow as he cried out, "Wang Yi, I will kill you."
"Quickly leave!" Zhou Yu, in mid-air, glanced at Wang Yi, who had just killed several Blood-Clothed Guards. A chill ran down his spine, and he shouted urgently.
Zhao Shanyu was already terrified to the core, trembling violently. Yet, when it came to his life, his hands and feet suddenly became nimble. With a swift motion of his right hand, he used the rope entangled with the eagle's claws to propel himself into the air.
"Hahaha, die!" Wang Yi, covered in blood like a devil emerging from hell, slashed with his sword. In mid-air, the trembling Su Hai let out a terrible scream as his abdomen was sliced open, collapsing to the ground.
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