76: Turn the tables and frame someone.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out!

Lin Ye only felt a huge force coming from the sword, numbing his tiger's mouth, and making him uncontrollably take three steps back, almost sitting down on the ground.

His seemingly clumsy block, however, with an extremely "lucky" angle, precisely parried the downward slash!

And the other two saber lights, which should have cut him in half, due to his "just right" retreat, missed him by a hair's breadth, brushing past his nose and back, narrowly... missing!

"Huh?"

A flicker of imperceptible surprise simultaneously flashed in the eyes of the three black-clad dead soldiers.

The order they received was to dismember this person with the fastest speed! Under the combined assault of the three of them, let alone a mere "Body Refining cultivator" at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining Realm, even a true Early Stage Spirit Body Realm master would have no chance of survival!

But this kid in front of them... actually blocked it?!

"Kill!"

Without any hesitation, after a brief moment of surprise, came an even colder Killing Intent!

The three of them once again closed in, their long sabers turning into an impenetrable net of death, enveloping Lin Ye from all directions!

"Ahhh! Help!"

Lin Ye let out a scream three times more shrill than Fatty Wang's!

He seemed to have been completely scared out of his wits, no longer bothering to block, but instead turned around, pulled up Fatty Wang, who was already paralyzed with fear on the ground behind him, and began his "panic-stricken" escape in an extremely clumsy, scrambling manner!

He had no fixed direction, darting here and there, like a headless fly crashing around in a hunter's trap.

"Clang! Puchi!"

In the chaos, a saber light grazed his shoulder, instantly leaving a deep, bone-visible bloodstain on his ordinary inner sect attire!

Warm blood immediately soaked his clothes!

"Brother Lin! You... you're injured!" Fatty Wang was scared Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering when he saw the dazzling red.

"Quick... run!" Lin Ye's voice was filled with "pain" and "weakness," but his hand holding Fatty Wang's was still firm and strong.

His disheveled and perilous appearance made the sneer in the eyes of the three black-clad dead soldiers grow even deeper. In their opinion, this "prey" was merely making a final, futile struggle.

However, no one knew that beneath this "panic-stricken" facade, Lin Ye's dark eyes were as calm as still water!

Every one of his "clumsy" dodges, every " Close call" evasion, seemed like a coincidence, but in reality, each was the result of the most precise and calm calculation in his mind!

Wind Control Art!

This Profound Rank movement technique, which he had already put on auto-training to the " Beginner" Realm, while not yet allowing him to move like a ghost, was enough to make his body several times lighter than an ordinary person! Enough to allow him to perform various incredible, seemingly impossible evasive maneuvers within a small space!

He appeared to be fleeing in a panic, but in reality, he was like the most brilliant chess player, subtly guiding the three pieces representing "death" on the chessboard towards the trap he had already... designed for them!

His gaze, seemingly panicked, had in fact already bypassed the three dead soldiers in front of him, precisely locking onto the two figures "fighting fiercely" in the distance, like the keenest eagle!

Those two were Han Meng's two most capable confidants—Li Wei and Zhang Feng!

Both of them had reached the Peak of the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Realm, and their swordsmanship was exceptionally vicious. At this moment, each was entangled with a "fearless" black-clad man, fighting to a standstill, appearing loyal and incredibly brave.

"It's you two."

A cold Killing Intent flashed in Lin Ye's heart.

"Ah!!"

He let out another shrill scream, as if his foot had "just happened" to trip over a tree root, and he, dragging Fatty Wang, tumbled towards Li Wei's direction in an extremely clumsy posture!

"Little Bastard! Where do you think you're going?!"

Seeing their prey about to escape, the three black-clad dead soldiers immediately roared, their long sabers turning into three streaks of deadly light, chasing closely behind!

At this moment, Li Wei was locked in a critical struggle with his opponent!

He roared, his long sword turning into a sharp streak of light, thrusting directly at the throat of the "bandit" in front of him with an unstoppable, resolute momentum!

However, just as his sword was about to succeed!

A shrill scream filled with "panic" and "fear" suddenly exploded in his ear!

"Senior Brother Li, save me!!!"

Li Wei's peripheral vision twitched violently. He saw that useless Lin Ye, whom he thought was long dead, dragging a Fatty, rolling like a gourd, extremely "precisely" towards the gap between him and his opponent!

And behind them were two "bandits" with gleaming long sabers and murderous intent!

This sudden turn of events made Li Wei's heart sink!

Without thinking, he tried to forcibly change his move to avoid these "encumbrances" who had suddenly entered the battlefield!

However, how could Lin Ye give him this chance?!

The moment he rolled to Li Wei's side, his arm, which seemed to be flailing wildly out of "panic," very "covertly" used his elbow to lightly "bump" Li Wei's calf, which was supporting his body!

This bump was not strong, but it was perfectly timed!

It was precisely at the moment Li Wei was preparing to forcibly change his move!

Li Wei felt a numb sensation in his calf, and his lower body suddenly wobbled. The sword move, which was already half-thrust, could no longer be controlled and continued along its original trajectory, thrusting forward fiercely!

"Puchi!"

A dull thud of a blade entering flesh!

His long sword, without a doubt, precisely pierced the throat of the "bandit" in front of him!

However, before he could show any joy, a greater fear, enough to make him lose his soul, suddenly gripped his heart!

Because he was horrified to discover that his long sword, which continued to thrust forward due to inertia, had actually... pierced into another person's body!

That was one of the two "bandits" who had followed closely behind, chasing Lin Ye!

One sword, a double kill!

Except, he killed... "his own people"!

"Uh..."

The black-clad dead soldier who was "accidentally killed" lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the cold sword tip that had passed through his companion's body and precisely pierced his own heart. His eyes were filled with endless confusion and... unwillingness.

Even in death, he couldn't understand why he had died by the sword of his own people.

"No... it wasn't me..."

Li Wei was completely dumbfounded!

He stared blankly at his "two birds with one stone" long sword, then looked at Lin Ye, who was still cowering on the ground with his head in his hands, his mind a blank!

And this was not the end!

In that brief moment of Li Wei's distraction, another black-clad dead soldier chasing Lin Ye had already arrived! His long saber, carrying cold Killing Intent, fiercely slashed down towards Li Wei's back!

"Watch out!!"

On the other side, Zhang Feng, who was entangled with an enemy, witnessed this absurd scene, his eyes splitting with rage, letting out a horrified roar!

Without thinking, he swung his long sword, forcing back his opponent, then turned to rush to the rescue!

However, his opponent, who should have been forced back, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. The moment Zhang Feng turned, his long saber, with an even more cunning and vicious angle, slashed back at his nape!

"Puchi!"

Zhang Feng's roar came to an abrupt halt.

He turned his head in disbelief, looking at his "companion" who still wore a ghost mask but whose eyes were filled with coldness and mockery... not far away.

Han Meng, who was "evenly matched" with a black-clad man, saw all of this clearly!

He watched helplessly as his two confidants, within a few breaths, one, distracted by "accidentally killing" a companion, was ambushed from behind by another companion and killed with a single saber strike!

The other, wanting to rescue his companion, exposed a fatal flaw and was mercilessly slit in the throat by his "opponent"!

And the instigator of all this, the young man who was supposed to be the "prey," was now holding his head, cowering behind a rock with that useless Fatty, as if completely scared stiff by the bloody scene before him.

"Pfft—!!!"

A mouthful of sweet-smelling, bloody reverse Qi, filled with endless rage and humiliation, suddenly gushed out from the depths of Han Meng's throat!

His vision went black, and he almost fainted from anger on the spot!

He couldn't understand it at all!

Why... why had his supposedly foolproof killing trap turned into this?!

His own people, killing his own people?!

He lost not only two capable confidants at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Realm! But also more than twenty elite dead soldiers that the Han family had spent countless resources to cultivate!

In just one ambush, he lost nearly one-fifth of his men!

And all of this was because of that... lucky... Little Bastard!!!

"Lin... Ye!!!"

A roar filled with endless venom and Killing Intent squeezed out from between Han Meng's teeth!

He looked at the figure still "trembling," and his tiger-like eyes, already filled with Killing Intent, completely turned... blood red at this moment!