"Yuan Ye, I will tear you into pieces! What are you waiting for? Attack!" The black-robed Martial Lord charged towards Yuan Ye like an enraged lion as soon as he arrived. At the same time, those martial artists, seeing the Martial Lord coming, also rushed forward to engage in battle. "This is what you asked for. Don't blame me for starting a massacre today!" Yuan Ye was instantly enraged. These people had been chasing him for half a month. Now that Yuan Ye had given them a chance to leave, they still wanted to kill him. All of a sudden, Yuan Ye's killing intent surged. His figure flickered, and sword qi crisscrossed. The substantialized sharp edges were as brilliant as comets streaking across the sky. The dazzling light shone in every inch of space. The peerless qi auras were violently surging, invincible and unstoppable! The sounds of countless weapons shattering rang out in the field. The weapons in many people's hands were smashed by the sword qi. Several experts who had not reached the Martial Lord realm were instantly pierced through their bodies. However, the experts at the Martial Lord realm were not so easy to deal with. Several of them sprang up. They blocked Yuan Ye's way like they were risking their lives and shouted, "Avenge Lord Pi!" "Damn your revenge. Go and accompany that old fellow to the underworld!" Yuan Ye was truly enraged. These people were simply death warriors, complete killing machines, and they deserved to die. "Die!" Yuan Ye slashed his long sword down vertically. The sword qi pierced through the air. The dazzling and divine-like fighting qi smashed the spear in the person's hand in front and shredded one of his arms. But the opponent did not retreat at all and attacked him with bare hands. The other several Martial Lords also raised their swords and attacked him viciously. "Fine. I'll send you on your way!" Yuan Ye suddenly opened his eyes wide with anger. His figure flickered, and he suddenly used the Deathly Seven Kicks. With Yuan Ye's current attack power, the power of the Deathly Seven Kicks was completely different from before. "Boom, boom, boom..." Terrible muffled groans rang out one after another. Seven jets of blood spurted out as seven corpses were kicked in all directions. Killing seven Martial Lords with one move. Even an ordinary Martial Lord couldn't achieve such power. Yuan Ye's this strike completely intimidated the others. The remaining three Martial Lords and a group of martial artists all looked at Yuan Ye with pale faces. "Kill!" The black-robed Martial Lord flew towards Yuan Ye without hesitation. At the same time, a curved sword drew a strange arc and slashed towards Yuan Ye's neck. "You are seeking death!" Yuan Ye's facial muscles twitched suddenly. The long sword hummed, and a blinding golden light suddenly lit up. "The First Sword of Sealing Demons - Lesser Yang!" Yuan Ye and the black-robed Martial Lord clashed head-on. The huge energy impact force sent the black-robed Martial Lord flying sideways. The Martial Lord spat out blood from his mouth. During this process, the three onlooking Martial Lord experts also made their moves. Violent qi forces simultaneously attacked Yuan Ye. The sword light flickered, and the figure disappeared. "Puff, puff, puff—" Another three Martial Lords were slain. The black-robed Martial Lord trembled and got up from the ground. He was too strong. He was simply no match. The black-robed Martial Lord only felt as if his internal organs were churning violently. He endured the pain on his body and stood up unsteadily. "How could it be? How could you become so powerful?" "Stop talking nonsense. All of you, get out." Yuan Ye turned around, wanting to leave. At the same time, the little rascal, who had not made a move, also followed behind. Now Yuan Ye no longer regarded these people as opponents. These were just minions acting on orders. The ones Yuan Ye really wanted to kill were Lin Hong and Jiang Yuanfeng. "Don't even think about leaving!" The black-robed Martial Lord, at the moment Yuan Ye turned around, forcibly suppressed his injuries and also chased after him like lightning. He continuously sent out two palm forces like surging tides. The palm forces instantly rushed into Yuan Ye's body. Yuan Ye's whole body shook violently. His skin and flesh were instantly smashed by the violent force, leaving two bloody palm prints. "How could this be?" The black-robed Martial Lord suddenly opened his eyes wide. He saw that Yuan Ye's back bones were emitting a faint red light. His palm force was strong enough to smash gold and break silver, but those red bones were not damaged at all. Even his fighting qi couldn't penetrate into Yuan Ye's body. His full-strength palm strike, and the opponent didn't even dodge, but it was only a superficial wound. "Kill!" Those martial artists, who were not even at the Martial Lord level, as soon as they saw Yuan Ye was injured, all roared and charged forward. It seemed that they all thought Yuan Ye was done for and that a huge reward for meritorious service was right in front of them. "Damn it. I really am not cut out to be a nice guy." Yuan Ye cursed in a low voice and suddenly turned around. The Second Sword of Sealing Demons - Primordial Shock! The sword shadow fluttered. The black-robed Martial Lord and the five people in the front were instantly enveloped in the attack range of the Primordial Shock Sword. Immediately, they all bled from their seven orifices, and their internal organs were completely destroyed. "Alright. All of you, go to your deaths!" Yuan Ye turned back and rushed into the crowd. At the same time, the little rascal also transformed into a five-meter giant beast and charged forward. Massacre. Tonight was destined to be a night of slaughter. Yuan Ye finally slew all the martial artists who were surrounding and attacking him in the mountains. The entire battle lasted from noon until night, from bright sunshine to continuous rain. The mountains in the rainy night seemed extremely gloomy. Unknown wild beasts were howling in the mountains. The rain was pattering on the leaves. In the latter half of the night, the rain became heavier and heavier. The fine drizzle turned into a torrential downpour. The whole world was like a curtain of water. The entire mountain range was in a world of water. Yuan Ye sat cross-legged in the rain. In one day, the dozens of martial artists who arrived first and the more than two hundred martial artists who came later were almost completely wiped out by him. There were two Martial Lords, thirty-nine Martial Lords, and more than two hundred experts below the Martial King level. These experts, if placed in Hun Luo State, would be invincible. But the power of this entire state was slaughtered by Yuan Ye in one day. Yuan Ye was also exhausted from killing. His power had increased greatly, but this non-stop battle had also nearly drained his strength. On the second night, Yuan Ye had completely recovered. At this moment, he was in his peak state. After meditating and regulating his breath for a whole day, he opened his eyes. Two divine lights flashed and disappeared in the darkness. He asked the little rascal to be on guard in the distance. In the darkness, a terrifying shadow passed through the thick thorns and gradually approached the tents in the mountains. Although the killing intent had been restrained, an indescribable oppressive atmosphere had already filled the entire forest. Yuan Ye held a sharp long sword. Letting the rain fall on him, he moved forward silently but with firm steps. The rain was pouring down. At one of the two passages in the mountains, where Lin Hong was, the martial artists were all still asleep. The martial artists on guard duty were also dozing off, looking sleepy. They didn't know that death had arrived. Yuan Ye completely restrained his aura and tried to reach an ethereal state. Although he had killing intent in his heart, not a trace of it was revealed. He quietly killed four martial artists on guard duty and approached Lin Hong's camp. The bright sword silently cut open a luxurious tent. Blood splashed. The heads of two sleeping experts had already rolled down. Yuan Ye quietly retreated and, like a ghost, came to the outside of another tent. With a light flick of the long sword, the tent was cut open. Blood gushed out. The head rolled down... The rain was pouring down. Lightning flashed across the sky in the high altitude. On this stormy night, a shadow was moving silently in the mountains. The entire mountain range was filled with a deathly aura... Yuan Ye hoped to kill Lin Hong quietly and end it all. But every time he entered a tent, it was the wrong one. Lin Hong had the highest status, but he let others sleep in those magnificent tents. Lin Hong's own tent was the same as that of an ordinary martial artist. This was an extremely terrifying night. A shadow like the Grim Reaper was continuously reaping lives. Because Yuan Ye knew that once the assassination failed, there would surely be a fierce battle with Lin Hong. And those in the magnificent tents were all Martial Lord level experts. They would surely become a huge obstacle for him. The fierce battle in the mountains had taught Yuan Ye that these death warriors should either be avoided or completely eradicated! Yuan Ye had already cut open the seventh tent. Nearly twenty heads had already rolled on the ground. At this moment, he had no pity or guilt.