113: One sword kills three, no one can stop it

Yang Yi was about to be caught.

One of the Elders couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“Yang Yi, run! Run!”

“Let’s see how long you can keep running.”

“Looking at your running posture,”

“you probably don’t have any light-body Cultivation Technique.”

“If you keep running like this,”

“by the time we catch up to you,”

“you’ll have no strength left to fight.”

“If I were you,”

“I’d definitely stop and fight to the death.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Yi felt it made sense.

He immediately stopped and spun around, unleashing a sword strike.

This strike almost injured the Elder who was running at the very front.

The Elder dodged and glared fiercely at the Elder who had advised Yang Yi.

He grumbled inwardly:

Why did you open your mouth?

Couldn’t you just let him run?

When he was utterly exhausted,

we could have captured him effortlessly.

Now that you spoke up and made him stop,

we’re in for another tough battle.

That Elder noticed the foremost Elder’s strange gaze.

He asked, somewhat puzzled,

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

The foremost Elder rolled his eyes.

He rubbed his sensitive nose.

“What do you think I’m looking at you for?”

“You should have just let him keep running.”

“Once he was completely exhausted,”

“wouldn’t it be easier if we just killed him?”

That Elder couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“What’s the difference between stopping and running?”

“He’s going to die by our hands eventually.”

As they spoke,

the seven Elders had already surrounded Yang Yi.

Yang Yi held the Seven Injury Divine Sword.

Listening to their grand pronouncements, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

The sound startled the birds and beasts in the forest, sending them fleeing.

“What are you laughing at?”

an Elder asked.

Yang Yi lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the Seven Injury Divine Sword in his hand.

A hint of confidence flickered in his eyes.

“Elders, are you really so confident you can kill me?”

“What if I can kill you instead?”

“Just you?”

“I know you’re strong,”

“but the seven of us aren’t weak either.”

“Even if you have a divine sword in your hand,”

“with the seven of us working together,”

“how could you possibly survive?”

Yang Yi sighed.

He lightly swiped the Seven Injury Divine Sword forward.

A wave of Sadness instantly permeated the surroundings.

The seven Elders’ tears streamed down uncontrollably.

Just as one of the Elders was about to wipe away his tears,

Yang Yi’s sword had already pierced his chest.

The pain made his hand tremble slightly.

But he didn't care about his wound.

Instead, he was still slightly raising his hand,

wanting to wipe away the tears from his eyes.

That Sadness made him forget the pain.

He forgot where he was.

The moment the sword left his body,

he felt as if his entire being had flown up.

There was no more Sadness.

No more pain.

Before his eyes, a light seemed to be rushing towards him.

The moment the light collided with his body,

his vision plunged into darkness.

An Elder died mysteriously.

In that moment of stunned distraction,

Yang Yi killed another Elder with a single sword strike.

The speed was astonishing.

The other five Elders looked terrified,

but their expressions were sorrowful.

One of the Elders gritted his teeth.

He muttered something under his breath.

A powerful Aura burst forth from his body.

This Aura instantly shattered everything around him,

including Yang Yi and the other four Elders.

A vacuum zone formed around him.

The Sadness Qi vanished without a trace.

Seeing this, Yang Yi showed a look of surprise.

He had used Sadness Sword several times.

No one had ever been able to break it.

He hadn't expected this Elder to possess such an ability.

At the same time,

the other four Elders attacked simultaneously.

Three of the Elders launched extremely fierce attacks from behind Yang Yi.

Feeling the threat from behind,

Yang Yi ignored the attacks from the front.

He turned and unleashed a sword strike.

This sword strike was the third of the Seven Swords of the Seven Injury Divine Sword.

The Sword of Ruthlessness.

With one sword strike,

it was like a surging tide,

carrying an unstoppable Aura.

It charged forward relentlessly.

The two Elders attacking Yang Yi from the front

personally witnessed the three Elders turn into streaks of light within the sword’s glow.

In an instant,

they had vanished between heaven and earth.

At the same time,

the two Elders’ attacks also approached Yang Yi.

One person’s palm heavily struck Yang Yi’s shoulder,

sending Yang Yi flying.

His arm almost detached from his body.

It was precisely because of this Elder’s palm strike

that Yang Yi dodged the other Elder’s attack.

He wore a strange smile.

He still held the Seven Injury Divine Sword in his hand.

His gaze burned as he stared at the two Elders.

He slowly approached them.

The two Elders exchanged glances.

Feeling danger approaching,

they didn’t hesitate at all.

They fled in two different directions.

Seeing them run, Yang Yi couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately,

he kicked the blood away with his foot.

He quickly headed deeper into the jungle.

That palm strike just now had severely injured Yang Yi.

Originally, Yang Yi had the strength to resist.

However, because he had used the extremely powerful third sword,

he lacked internal Qi after the execution.

His defense also decreased.

This was why he was severely injured.

Fortunately, those two Elders weren’t very brave.

Seeing him kill three Elders with one sword,

they were scared and fled.

If they had been a bit braver,

they would have also died there.

Although Yang Yi was severely injured,

he still had the strength to fight.

Those two Elders were truly no match for Yang Yi.

When the two Elders ran back into Purple River Valley,

they were already drenched in sweat.

They were gasping for air.

At this moment,

Wang Xifeng also happened to emerge from the cave with his people.

Everyone inside the cave had been dealt with.

He was in a good mood.

He was toying with a Magic Treasure in his hand.

Seeing the two Elders return distraught,

his expression immediately darkened.

He asked them coldly what had happened.

The two Elders, one after another,

recounted how Yang Yi had killed five Elders.

Hearing that Yang Yi could kill three with one sword,

Elder Wang Xifeng stared at the two in front of him, half-believing, half-doubting.

He mused:

Does Yang Yi truly possess such strength?

Probably not.

It must be that these two guys didn’t exert themselves during the fight,

creating an opportunity for Yang Yi,

allowing Yang Yi to kill several people in succession.

These two then got scared and fled in disarray.

He was extremely confident in his own speculation.

He huffed unhappily.

He ordered the two Elders to lead the team.

He wanted to personally go and kill Yang Yi.

If he didn’t kill Yang Yi with his own hands,

he couldn’t quench the hatred in his heart.

When the two Elders led Wang Xifeng to the previous battle site,

Yang Yi was nowhere to be found.

Wang Xifeng was meticulous.

He stared at the ground for a moment.

He suddenly noticed disturbed marks on the ground not far away.

He immediately went to the spot.

He squatted down and poked around with his hand.

He saw blood on the grass blades.

His expression slightly darkened.

He looked at the two Elders.

“As you just said,”

“Yang Yi was struck by your palm.”

“He’s probably severely injured.”

“You two,”

“if you could have fought him for a little longer,”

“you would have surely killed him.”

“What a pity, what a pity.”