10: Kill! Danger!

"Kill!"

Zhang Yang charged into the stronghold and began his slaughter with saber in hand.

These Evil Path Martial Artists were easy to identify; each looked like neither human nor ghost.

Most were draped in black outer robes, covering their entire bodies.

"Kid, you're looking for death!"

"Everyone, charge! Kill him!!"

As they spoke, more than a dozen Evil Path Martial Artists with blood-red eyes brandished their weapons and lunged fiercely at Zhang Yang.

"Good timing!"

Zhang Yang gave a low shout and swung his saber in a horizontal slash. As the Saber Qi crisscrossed,

it cut the dozen or so Evil Path Martial Artists in front of him in half.

"Kill! Kill!"

Seeing Zhang Yang kill over a dozen of their comrades in one blow, the remaining Evil Path Martial Artists showed no fear.

Instead, they were stimulated by the scent of blood into an even greater frenzy!

"More beastly than actual beasts!"

Seeing this, Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly.

Due to the Cultivation Techniques they cultivated, their minds were essentially broken.

They knew no fear, and the sight of blood only fueled their madness.

"It seems I have no choice but to kill them all!"

Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes, circulating the True Qi within his body as he waited for the Evil Path Martial Artists to surround him.

"Sovereign Extreme Heaven Severing, First Form: Tyrant Blade Infinity!"

Seeing the opportunity had arrived, Zhang Yang struck decisively.

With the Tyrant Blade starting stance, the first form of Sovereign Extreme Heaven Severing was unleashed!

In an instant!

The fifty strands of Sovereign Saber Qi inside Zhang Yang's body merged into one.

As he swung, a twenty-meter-long Blade Aura manifested!

Then, Zhang Yang held his saber horizontally and slashed in a full circle around himself!

The twenty-meter Blade Aura swept through all the surrounding Evil Path Martial Artists.

In the next moment, countless heads flew into the air one after another.

Blood erupted from the necks of the decapitated corpses, staining everything around red.

Having decapitated a hundred with a single wave, Zhang Yang scanned his surroundings, his brow furrowing slightly.

It wasn't because of the bloody environment,

but because more Evil Path Disciples with bloodshot eyes were charging from not far away.

The massive amount of blood Qi in this place had completely drawn in these Evil Path Disciples.

"Just how many people are in this small Evil Path stronghold?!"

Zhang Yang took a step forward, leaping twenty meters,

and charged toward the Evil Path Disciples nearby.

For a full twenty minutes, Zhang Yang lost track of how many people he had cut down.

Severed limbs were everywhere, and the scent of blood was incredibly thick.

"Is it finally over? Is this really just a small Evil Path stronghold?"

Zhang Yang looked around and, seeing no more remaining Evil Path Disciples, couldn't help but complain.

According to the information Zhang Yang knew, a typical small stronghold only had one or two hundred people.

This stronghold felt like it had nearly a thousand; it didn't seem like an ordinary one... At the center of the stronghold.

Jiang Haochuan's brow was tightly knit; his current state was very poor.

His body was covered in wounds, and a long gash across his chest was bleeding profusely.

The two swordsmen behind him were in even worse shape.

The Green-robed Swordsman had a large hole in his chest and lay motionless on the ground, clearly devoid of life.

The Black-robed Swordsman was also heavily injured, his sword-hand trembling slightly.

Opposite them, the stronghold leader, Tu Kang, looked at everyone with a bloodthirsty expression.

"You're actually at the ling qiao seventh level!"

The Black-robed Swordsman's eyes nearly split from rage as he stared intently at Tu Kang.

If it were an ordinary Third Spirit Aperture Evil Path Martial Artist, they could have killed him by working together.

But who would have thought the leader of this small stronghold had already broken through to the ling qiao seventh level!

Caught off guard, the Green-robed Swordsman died instantly,

and even he was seriously injured. Only Jiang Haochuan still possessed some combat strength!

"Hahahaha!"

Tu Kang's lips curled up. He looked at Jiang Haochuan, the only one left with fighting power, and licked his lips:

"I recognize you, Jiang Haochuan, the famous Genius of Lingyuan City."

"To think you would fall into my hands today."

"I wonder if I'll become a Genius too if I eat you?"

A red light flashed in Tu Kang's eyes.

He hadn't expected such a windfall! To actually lure this Genius here!

"Humph! Try it if you can!"

Jiang Haochuan snorted coldly, tightening his grip on his sword.

Even though agonizing pain radiated from his chest, his sword remained perfectly steady.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Tu Kang laughed wildly.

"Now that you're injured, as long as I keep you busy for a while longer, you'll be nothing but a lamb on the chopping block!"

"Looking at the blood Qi in the distance, the last of your group has almost finished killing all my subordinates."

"I expect he'll find his way here soon enough."

"You probably don't know yet, do you? My younger brother is also on the outskirts, and he's a Spirit Aperture Realm Martial Artist as well."

"I wonder if your remaining companion can handle him?"

Tu Kang's lips curled up as he looked at Jiang Haochuan with a playful glint in his eyes.

"What! There's another Spirit Aperture?!" Hearing this, Jiang Haochuan's focus wavered for a moment.

"Die for me!"

In the next instant, Tu Kang tore through the air and appeared before Jiang Haochuan, throwing a fierce right punch.

The wind from the punch was vast! Its power was enough to shatter mountains and crack rocks.

An ordinary Meridian Opening Realm Martial Artist would have no hope of survival against this punch!

Jiang Haochuan's eyes were cold; he actually didn't dodge or avoid it.

He intended to use a life-for-injury tactic, directly taking this fatal blow!

His right hand held the sword, fiercely slashing at the person before him.

*Bang!*

Jiang Haochuan's figure was blasted back dozens of steps. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, his body going limp.

At the moment he was about to fall, Jiang Haochuan plunged his sword into the ground to prop himself up.

"Impressive! To think you could react to that split-second opening."

"Even that didn't kill you!"

Tu Kang's right arm now had a long gash, deep enough to see the bone.

The agonizing pain made the corners of his mouth twitch.

At the same time, footsteps sounded from behind him.

Hearing this, Tu Kang's lips curled up:

"Hahaha! It seems my brother has finished off your man!"

Jiang Haochuan frowned deeply, staring at Tu Kang:

"It seems I'll have to use my final trump card after all!!"

"Brother! You..."

Tu Kang turned his head, only to see a terrifying sight.

A bare-chested man walked over, a saber in one hand and a severed head in the other.

It was Zhang Yang.

When Tu Kang saw the face of the head in Zhang Yang's hand, his expression changed drastically.

The face of this head belonged to his biological brother: a First Spirit Aperture Martial Artist!

"You actually killed my brother!"

Tu Kang's eyes bulged with rage as he glared at Zhang Yang, a surge of killing intent soaring to the heavens!

"Oh? It seems I've arrived a bit late."

Zhang Yang didn't pay much attention to him. Instead, he looked at the tragic scene around Jiang Haochuan, his brow furrowing slightly.

He hadn't expected the three of them working together couldn't even deal with one person.

Jiang Haochuan was relieved to see Zhang Yang, but he immediately warned:

"Zhang Yang! Be careful! He's a ling qiao seventh level Martial Artist!"

"Even though he's of the Evil Path, his combat power is no less than an ordinary Fourth Spirit Aperture!"

"If we strike together, we might have a slim chance of survival!"

"No need. You rest for now."

Zhang Yang shook his head and stepped beside Jiang Haochuan, then looked at the man in front of him.

"Leave the rest to me."

Zhang Yang tossed the head. It traced a perfect arc through the air,

landing right in front of Tu Kang.

Seeing his brother's expression—eyes still open in death—the leader was enraged!

"You! You! You! I'll kill you!!"

Tu Kang roared at the sky, his blood Qi surging as if he were about to risk his life.

Jiang Haochuan stared intently at Tu Kang.

Although he was reluctant to use his final trump card, in a life-and-death situation, he couldn't afford to care about that anymore!

Watching Tu Kang roar and gather his strength,

Zhang Yang simply raised his saber and slashed. All the Sovereign Saber Qi in his body merged and coated the blade.

In the next instant, Zhang Yang's saber fell!

Matchless Saber Qi converged into a world-destroying blade that struck Tu Kang directly.

In its wake, it carved a massive trench in the ground—two meters wide, forty meters long, and one meter deep.

Tu Kang's roar vanished along with it.

This single strike had instantly killed Tu Kang!

Seeing this, Jiang Haochuan's gaze turned blank with shock and horror.

How is this possible?!

A ling qiao seventh level Evil Path Martial Artist...

...was just insta-killed by Zhang Yang, who is only at the Fourth Tongmai Realm?

Jiang Haochuan simply couldn't believe it!

The power of this move... it's probably reached the Ninth Spirit Aperture!!

How could a Meridian Opening Realm Martial Artist unleash such a terrifying strike?!

Jiang Haochuan shook his head. He had seen many geniuses since childhood and considered himself well-traveled!

But he had never seen anything so monstrous!

Beside Jiang Haochuan, the Black-robed Swordsman was also dumbfounded.

The power of Zhang Yang's move had exceeded his understanding.