As that warrior collapsed with a crash.

His wide-open eyes still held the terror and unwillingness of his final moments.

The remaining few professionals, who had originally intended to resist stubbornly, had their psychological defenses completely shattered at this moment!

"Devil! He's a devil!"

"Run! Run away!"

They screamed, no longer caring about formations or orders.

Like startled rabbits, they turned and fled madly into the depths of the dense forest.

However.

Trying to escape now?

Too late!

Yasuo's figure was like a bolt of lightning, chasing souls and claiming lives.

His cold sword blade cut arcs of death under the moonlight.

Every flash of the sword was inevitably accompanied by a shrill scream and a spray of blood.

He was like the most efficient Grim Reaper, following these fleeing individuals with cold indifference.

Precisely harvesting one fresh life after another.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Screams and the sound of weapons piercing flesh echoed through the quiet night forest, one after another.

Forming a chilling symphony of death.

...

In the clearing in the distance.

The bonfire crackled.

The leading young man in brocade robes looked grimly towards the dense forest where the battle had taken place.

His brows were tightly furrowed as he turned to Jasmine, whose face was as pale as paper beside him.

"What's the situation of the battle now?"

Jasmine closed her eyes, her delicate body trembling slightly, and fine beads of cold sweat seeped from her forehead.

A moment later, she suddenly opened her eyes, her voice filled with uncontrollable fear.

"It...it seems...they...they're all dead..."

The young man's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What do you mean?!"

"All dozen people sent, all dead?!"

Jasmine nodded with difficulty, her eyes filled with the lingering terror of having narrowly escaped death.

"That person...he's too strong! He's practically a killing machine!"

"Our people...were no match for him at all!"

"Useless! A bunch of useless people!"

The young man flew into a rage, kicking over the bonfire stand beside him, sending sparks flying.

"What's the point of the guild keeping these good-for-nothings?!"

"A dozen people! Couldn't even deal with one person!"

His chest heaved violently with anger, and his face was ashen.

Behind him, two steady-looking middle-aged men exchanged glances, a relaxed smile on their faces.

One of them stepped forward, cupping his fists and saying, "Young Master Mo, please calm down."

"No matter how strong the opponent is, he's only a Level Nine."

"A disorganized rabble couldn't handle him, but that doesn't mean we can't."

The other middle-aged man also smiled and added, "Exactly, Young Master Mo."

"Let our two brothers take action and resolve this trouble for you."

"However, Young Master Mo, we had an agreement before."

"After killing that kid, our two brothers will each receive a reward of one hundred thousand great xia currency, no less."

The young man, referred to as "Young Master Mo," was currently extremely agitated.

He waved his hand impatiently: "I know, I know!"

"Does this Young Master lack such a small amount of money for you?"

"As long as you can kill him for me, let alone one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand is fine!"

"Go quickly! Don't let him escape!"

These two were none other than his father's capable subordinates, the brothers Zhao Tianming and Zhao Tianqi.

Both were experienced professionals above Level Thirty, with extremely rich combat experience.

Originally, Young Master Mo had only called them to be on standby, just in case.

He had never imagined that dealing with a mere Level Nine small fry would actually require these two great figures to take action.

But the current situation seemed to be beyond his control.

As they were speaking.

"Thump!"

A disheveled figure stumbled and crawled out of the dense forest in the distance.

His face was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and his eyes were filled with extreme terror.

"Young Master Mo! Young Master Mo, save me!"

The man prostrated himself at Young Master Mo's feet, his body trembling like a sieve.

"Dead...they're all dead! Brothers...they're all dead!"

"That person...he's not human! He's a monster! A demon crawled out of Hell!"

Young Master Mo's face grew even uglier, and he kicked the man away.

"Useless trash!"

"They're all dead! Why aren't you dead?!"

He suddenly noticed that Jasmine beside him was trembling even more violently, her teeth chattering.

Young Master Mo frowned and said, "What's wrong with you again? Trembling like this?"

Jasmine's voice was tearful and filled with despair.

"Young Master Mo...that person...he...he seems to have deliberately let him come back..."

"He...he wants to know our exact location..."

"He...he seems...to have already arrived!"

Before her words even finished!

"Rustle..."

Faint footsteps came from the shadows of the forest not far away.

A tall and slender figure slowly emerged.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating his slightly weathered but exceptionally stern face, and the black iron longsword in his hand, stained with specks of blood.

One person, one sword.

He just walked quietly, step by step, towards them.

Even though it was just one person, he seemed to carry the suffocating pressure of a thousand armies!

Young Master Mo looked at that figure, a hint of brutality and cruelty flashing in his eyes.

A sneer spread across his lips.

"Perfect timing!"

"Saves this Young Master the trouble of looking for you!"

He suddenly turned to look at the Zhao brothers, and said sharply, "Zhao Tianming! Zhao Tianqi!"

"Now, it's time for your performance!"

"Don't disappoint this Young Master!"

Zhao Tianming and Zhao Tianqi exchanged glances, then calmly walked out from behind Young Master Mo.

Zhao Tianqi was slightly thin, with a hint of cynical smile on his face.

He looked at the burly, steady-faced Zhao Tianming beside him and spoke lazily.

"Big Brother, how about I handle this kid by myself for some practice?"

"A little guy who isn't even Level Ten, I really can't get interested in him."

Zhao Tianming, however, appeared much more cautious.

His gaze was sharp as he carefully observed Yasuo, who was slowly approaching, and said in a deep voice, "To be able to wipe out a dozen of our good men by himself in a short time, his strength should not be underestimated."

"Second Brother, do not be careless and underestimate the enemy."

Zhao Tianqi yawned indifferently, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"So what?"

"Do those chickens and dogs deserve to be compared with us brothers?"

"In my opinion, it's just crushing an ant."

As they spoke, Yasuo had already arrived within a dozen meters of the two of them and stopped.

His deep eyes calmly swept over the Zhao brothers in front of him, and Young Master Mo and the others behind them, who were on high alert.

A cold and low voice slowly sounded.

"And who are you all?"

"Why did you attack me?"

Zhao Tianqi scoffed, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Kid, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for provoking someone you shouldn't have!"

"And blame yourself for possessing things that don't belong to you!"

Before his words even finished!

A cold light flashed in Zhao Tianqi's eyes, and he wasted no more words!

His figure moved suddenly, as swift as a ghost, instantly closing the distance between him and Yasuo!

A piercing whistle echoed in the air!

A narrow battle saber, gleaming with a chilling light, abruptly appeared in his hand, carrying an incredibly sharp gust of wind, and struck directly at Yasuo's face!

Zhou Huai's pupils contracted slightly.

So fast!

This person's strength was indeed on a [N O V E L I G H T] completely different level from the previous small fry!

Seeing this, Yasuo quickly raised his sword to block!

"Clang—!"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded in the silent night sky, piercing the eardrums!

Sparks flew!

A powerful force came from the opponent's blade!

Yasuo only felt a slight numbness in his tiger's mouth, and his body involuntarily slid back half a step!

Zhao Tianqi's attack missed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

A bloodthirsty arc formed at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? You can actually block this strike of mine?"

"Kid, it seems you really have some skills!"

"A bit interesting!"