29: Defeat the enemy with one sword

Those who couldn't see grew anxious.

They shouted to the people in front.

“Those in front, tell us about the situation inside.

Tell us.”

Someone kindly explained the situation to those behind.

“Besides Yang Yi, there’s no one else inside.”

As his voice fell.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through the room.

Gone in an instant.

The person in front spoke again.

“There seemed to be a figure.”

As his voice fell.

The figure reappeared behind Yang Yi.

Flashed past.

Everyone saw a cold gleam cut across Yang Yi’s neck.

They couldn't help but gasp.

Unsure if Yang Yi was alive or dead.

When the dark figure vanished in front of Yang Yi.

Everyone simultaneously looked at Yang Yi’s neck.

They saw his neck was completely unharmed.

Unbeknownst to them.

Yang Yi’s Seven Injury Divine Sword was already placed behind him.

Just now, he used this sword to block the opponent’s attack.

Not only was the opponent fast.

Their attacks were tricky.

And extremely cautious.

Seeing Yang Yi’s blade behind him.

He immediately disappeared.

The people outside stared intently inside.

Those behind wished they could tear down the building.

Inside Huichun Hall.

Yang Yi placed the Seven Injury Divine Sword behind him.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Perceiving his surroundings with his Divine Sense.

Everything around him was clearly perceived.

He also sensed the person on the beam.

Suddenly.

The person on the beam moved.

Yang Yi’s Seven Injury Divine Sword also moved.

He slashed down with one sword.

A wave of sorrowful Qi spread through Huichun Hall.

Even the cold assassin.

Felt an inexplicable sorrow in his heart at this moment.

In his sorrow.

His movements suddenly froze in mid-air.

The Sword Qi sliced open his chest.

He looked down at his chest.

Blood gushed out, flowing from his chest to the ground.

When the first drop of blood fell to the ground.

He also fell down.

The crowd outside was astonished.

Especially Zhong Yueshan and the Divine Doctor.

Both of them were experts.

They knew the assassin’s true strength.

His power, however, was like an ant before Yang Yi.

Killed with a single sword strike.

Zhong Yueshan felt a little sad in his heart.

Assassins like this were not common in the City Lord’s Mansion.

One less meant one gone.

Just as he was pondering.

Yang Yi had already strode forward.

Huichun Hall was not large.

Walking out of Huichun Hall, he arrived at the backyard.

The backyard had a larger space.

Those watching the excitement finally didn't have to listen to the people in front explain anymore.

Some jumped onto the beams.

Others clung to the trees.

Whether on trees, walls, or rooftops.

They were all packed with people.

Especially the trees, where people were squeezed together.

As if people had grown on the trees.

The dense crowd of figures blocked the air, making it difficult to breathe.

In the backyard.

Yang Yi held the Seven Injury Divine Sword.

He sniffed.

Feeling an unpleasant smell pervading the backyard.

Besides the onlookers, there weren't many people in the vast backyard.

Three old men were sitting at a stone table not far away.

Upon seeing these three old men.

Zhong Yueshan and the Divine Doctor simultaneously froze.

The Divine Doctor looked at Zhong Yueshan in surprise.

“Why are they here too?”

“Your son is truly surprising.”

Zhong Yueshan’s mouth twitched.

These three old men were mortal enemies of their City Lord’s Mansion.

He never expected his son could invite enemies to help.

He now had to look at his son in a new light.

“These three are the three elders of our Celestial God Gang in Dragon Tiger City.”

“Their strength has already reached the Life and Death Realm.”

Hearing Zhong Yueshan’s words.

Yang Yi couldn't help but look at the three old men still drinking tea.

Life and Death Realm.

If it were in the past, facing the Life and Death Realm.

Yang Yi wouldn't dare to be careless.

But holding the Seven Injury Divine Sword.

Yang Yi no longer put the Life and Death Realm in his eyes.

In his heart, the most difficult to deal with were only Opening Heaven Gate and the Zhang family.

The rest were merely fleeting clouds.

“Sirs, are you here to drink tea, or do you wish to spar with me?”

Yang Yi asked straightforwardly.

“Young man, this is not the place for you.”

“Go back to where you came from.

”We don't want to harm your life.”

One of the old men held a white porcelain teacup in his hand.

He said with a leisurely smile.

Steam was still rising from the teacup.

Yang Yi’s first sentence was quite polite.

But the following words carried deep coldness and mockery.

“Old man, if you want to die, I’ll grant your wish.”

This sentence angered the old man who had just spoken.

He flicked his wrist.

The teacup in his hand, with a wisp of steam, spun and quickly floated towards Yang Yi.

This kind of attack method.

Many people had seen it before.

Generally, this attack method was used to display one’s powerful strength.

Or to test the opponent’s strength.

Under normal circumstances.

One person would throw an object in their hand at the opponent.

The other person would receive it steadily.

Thereby demonstrating their power.

Everyone thought Yang Yi would do the same.

But Yang Yi did not.

He held the Seven Injury Divine Sword.

Raised high above his head.

And slashed down fiercely.

With a loud bang.

The teacup was shattered to pieces.

The stone table where the old man sat was also cut into fragments.

As Yang Yi attacked.

The three old men quickly stood up.

Standing in three different directions.

Surrounding Yang Yi.

“Young man, aren’t your moves too vicious?”

The old man who had just spoken angrily rebuked.

He strode quickly towards Yang Yi.

With each step he took, the ground would sink down a bit.

When he arrived in front of Yang Yi.

A deep pit had already formed on the ground.

His five fingers shimmered with a ghostly light.

Grabbing towards Yang Yi.

Yang Yi’s figure retreated.

Dodging his claws.

He swung the Seven Injury Divine Sword again.

Everyone saw a soft white light emanating from the Seven Injury Divine Sword.

The white light enveloped the old man.

In an instant.

The old man’s body began to wither and shrink.

Finally, all the flesh and blood of his body were sucked dry by something.

Turning into a mummified corpse.

His body shrunk to the size of a baby.

Everyone was horrified.

And somewhat disgusted.

The other two old men saw their companion die tragically.

Rage surged through them.

They let out strange cries and pounced on Yang Yi.

Yang Yi’s expression was stern.

Between sighs.

The Seven Injury Divine Sword swung out again.

The two old men, considered strong by others.

Could not withstand a single sword strike from Yang Yi.

They were directly cut in half at the waist.

Blood splattered across the scene.

Yang Yi admired the Seven Injury Divine Sword in his hand.

He turned to look at Zhong Yueshan and the Divine Doctor.

Smiling faintly.

“Isn’t my sword powerful?”

Zhong Yueshan and the Divine Doctor’s mouths twitched.

They didn't respond.

Zhong Yueshan finally felt a bit better.

Just now, his own people were killed.

He was still a bit sad.

Now that the enemies were killed.

He quickly cast aside his previous worries.

The Divine Doctor looked dejected.

His expression was solemn.

This was his medical hall.

Originally a place for healing and saving lives.

Now it had become a Shura field.

Watching Yang Yi wreak havoc.

He regretted letting Zhong Mingyi set up a trap here.

He also somewhat regretted telling Zhong Mingyi the news.

If Yang Yi, in a fit of rage, killed him.

What should he do?

The Divine Doctor pondered his predicament.

Unconsciously, a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The onlookers had long been awed by Yang Yi’s strength.

Filled with admiration.