In the void nearby, Chen Tianfei and the others who had concealed themselves all tensed up. Bei Yushan involuntarily swallowed hard—although his mind wasn't particularly sharp, he possessed an almost beast-like instinct for danger. Under that single glance from Yang Kai, he felt an overwhelming terror, as though he'd encountered a natural predator, as if death could come at any moment.
Chen Tianfei's pudgy face twitched: "Coincidence, or has he already discovered us?"
The Ouyang brothers wore dark expressions and dared not make a sound, afraid of revealing their presence.
Fortunately, Yang Kai merely glanced casually in their direction before withdrawing his gaze. Looking at the unfamiliar faces before him, then at the man he held in his grip, he said: "Now you want to call me Sixth Master? Isn't that a bit late?"
He shook the hand gripping the man, and the wretch let out a horrifying scream before exploding into a mist of blood that sprayed across the sky. The numerous warriors who had rushed into the mansion all changed dramatically in expression, their eyes filled with horror.
No one had expected Yang Kai to be so ruthless—killing without a second word. There were quite a number of them here, and Yang Kai's actions could easily trigger a massive upheaval.
But looking at that contemptuous expression on his face, he clearly didn't care one bit.
In that moment, many felt their hearts tangled in knots. Under the restriction of spatial laws, they became even more acutely aware of the terror of Yang Kai's strength. A Red Star disciple cried out in panic: "This subordinate deserves death! Spare me, Sixth Master!"
"Since you deserve death, then all of you—die!" Yang Kai's voice cut through the air like a blade. As his hands came together and pulled apart, a massive crescent moon blade materialized between his palms and spun outward in a devastating arc.
Soundless and silent, blood sprayed, severed limbs flew. In the span of an instant, the mansion became an asura's hell.
Wherever the crescent blade passed, it shattered all resistance like rotting wood. The warriors who had stormed the mansion fell like straw in a gale—no one could withstand that terrifying slash, and they were all cleaved in two.
Those with robust life force didn't die immediately. Dragging their broken halves, they crawled outward, clinging desperately to their remaining breath, wailing without end, leaving long trails of blood in their wake—a truly ghastly sight.
That single strike killed over a hundred people!
In the void, Chen Tianfei and his concealed companions' eyelids twitched uncontrollably, their scalps going numb.
Even Yue He, standing behind Yang Kai, couldn't help but cover her red lips with her hand, staring at that familiar back. Only now did she realize just how foreign this person truly was.
This person and that person were indeed vastly different. That person had always been warm as jade, gentle as a breeze. But the one before her could kill without batting an eye, his expression never changing.
"How dare you act so brazenly!" An elderly warrior pointed at Yang Kai, bristling with fury.
They had only stormed his mansion to force him to leave the Star Market—not wanting outsiders to be dragged into his grudge with Sword Pavilion and Thunder Light. They hadn't damaged a single blade of grass here, yet Yang Kai had directly slaughtered over a hundred people. Such cruelty!
Yang Kai turned a cold gaze toward him: "Since when do you have any right to dictate how I conduct myself? Scram!"
His wide sleeve swept out, and a surge of overwhelming force sent the old man flying. Before he even hit the ground, he burst into a mist of blood.
These people had dared to breach his mansion's protective array and trespass on his property. They would pay the price for their actions.
"Madman! This maniac! Run!"
Someone shouted and turned to flee. The rest also surged with power and scattered in every direction.
Yang Kai had come out in a fury, killing over a hundred with a single strike, and his anger had largely dissipated. Seeing these people scatter and flee, he chose not to strike again, letting them run for their lives.
He turned around and cast a contemptuous glance at Zhong Fan and the others, letting out a dismissive laugh.
Zhong Fan called out in a deep voice: "Yang Kai, dozens of my Sword Pavilion disciples have died because of you! Today I will kill you to avenge them. Come out and face your death!"
Zhu Li also stepped forward, gnashing his teeth: "Come out and accept your death, and I'll give you a quick end. Otherwise, I'll make you suffer every torture known to man—unable to live, unable to die!"
Facing the two men's provocations, Yang Kai let the words wash over him like a passing breeze, smiling faintly: "If you've got the guts, come in and fight!"
The moment these words left his mouth, the entire Star Market erupted in uproar!
This was what every warrior here feared most. If they hadn't been afraid of being implicated, the crowd earlier wouldn't have stormed Yang Kai's mansion trying to drag him out.
Yet now, whatever they feared, Yang Kai was provoking head-on. How could they tolerate this? Many were wracked with worry, terrified that Sword Pavilion and Thunder Light might truly attack the Star Market in their rage—in which case, they would certainly suffer. They cursed Red Star for not simply deactivating the grand array, letting Zhong Fan and his people rush in and kill Yang Kai.
"That Yang fellow must be scared stiff. Truly despicable."
"Can you blame him? With this many people from Sword Pavilion and Thunder Light here, no matter how strong he is, how could he possibly fight them all?"
"Knowing he's scared now doesn't help. Why didn't he think of the consequences when he provoked Sword Pavilion and Thunder Light back at Yuanci Mountain?"
"That bastard is dead for sure. Even the Star Market's grand array won't be able to protect him."
"Can't Master Chen and the others just throw him out?"