Before the central hall, Shadow Nine appeared like a phantom, killed three people, then swiftly vanished. Those under Yang Shen's command dared not act rashly anymore. They turned around, faces etched with the expression of survivors, and cast their gazes at him, full of inquiry.
Yang Shen's face was gloomy to the extreme, seething with anger inside, yet he no longer dared issue orders carelessly.
Yang Zhao, however, furrowed his brows, silently grumbling.
Shadow Nine hadn't used the Domineering Blood Arts, yet he was still this formidable. With his injuries, he absolutely shouldn't be like this. Before coming, Yang Zhao had inquired clearly: Shadow Nine and Qu Gaoyi, though elite Blood Attendants, were heavily wounded. Any Shenyou Realm sixth-stage cultivator should be able to defeat them easily.
Could his injuries really have fully recovered?
Or had he used some special method to suppress them?
Yang Zhao was utterly puzzled, guessing inwardly, curiosity burning him.
He looked again at Qu Gaoyi. From start to finish, the man hadn't uttered a single word, nor moved his body at all. Aside from occasionally shifting his eyes, this Blood Attendant was like a corpse.
Yet surrounded by four or five people, his expression remained utterly unchanged, as calm as water.
Yang Zhao suddenly felt a splitting headache.
Though the forces he and Yang Shen brought were strong, to snatch the command flag under the watchful eyes of two Blood Attendants at their peak would still involve great risk.
Now the biggest question was: just how much strength could Yang Kai's two Blood Attendants actually exert?
If they were merely putting on an act, Yang Zhao still had confidence to eliminate Yang Kai tonight. But what if they weren't...
After pondering for a good while, Yang Zhao let out a cold snort. "Sixth Brother, it seems you can't swallow the command flag."
Yang Shen's face was icy, neither confirming nor denying.
"In that case, your second brother will lend you a hand." Yang Zhao stared downward, his voice deep.
Tonight's opportunity was rare. Yang Zhao didn't want to miss it, even knowing his decision was somewhat improper. Yet he couldn't suppress the restless impulse in his heart.
"You can help, but the flag's ownership..." Yang Shen had learned from his loss, finally showing some smarts by asking clearly.
"We'll talk about that when the time comes." Yang Zhao wasn't about to make a losing deal. Right now, Yang Kai's whereabouts were unknown. If he rashly agreed to hand over the flag, he might end up with nothing.
Yang Shen frowned slightly but didn't press Yang Zhao's change of mind. After stewing silently for a moment, he nodded. "Fine."
With four capable men lost at once, Yang Shen was eager for a victory to turn the tide.
"Then let's go," Yang Zhao chuckled lightly, waving his hand.
Behind him, two Shenyou Realm fifth-stage experts brought by the Ye family's Ye Xinrou and the Xiang and Nan family's experts all moved out. Yang Shen also signaled his own men with a glance.
In an instant, the two brothers joined forces. Over a dozen Shenyou experts closed in on the central hall, accompanied by a group of Zhenyuan Realm warriors.
"Hey, hey, let me make this clear first—you fight all you want, but don't drag me into it. This young master is just here for the show!" Huo Xingchen shouted, taking a few steps backward voluntarily.
Qiu Yimeng sneered and kicked his rear, sending him stumbling forward. She and Xiang Tianxiao then stepped ahead.
The forces of Qiu Yutang and Xiang Tianxiao suddenly appeared around them like phantoms. There were many, but few who could truly be considered formidable.
Yang Zhao and Yang Shen's experts showed no fear, advancing together toward the central hall.
Qu Gaoyi, who had remained motionless all this time, suddenly let out a furious roar. Violent Zhenyuan erupted from his body, and an invisible shockwave rippled outward. His voice boomed like thunder in everyone's ears: "To enter the central hall, you must first pass through me!"
His voice was robust and full of vitality—where was any sign of injury?
Yang Zhao and Yang Shen's forces had already been unnerved by Shadow Nine lurking nearby. Hearing Qu Gaoyi's roar, some with weaker nerves accidentally launched a streak of dark light toward him.
Qu Gaoyi deflected it effortlessly and bared his teeth in a grim smile.
Blood Attendants, due to clan rules, only counterattacked passively. Until someone attacked him, he couldn't make a move. Now that he was under attack, Qu Gaoyi could act without restraint.
His figure blurred into a streak of azure light. The next instant, he appeared in the midst of the large enemy group.
Known as the Blood Attendant who dared and could fight most desperately, Qu Gaoyi excelled at explosive bursts over short periods!
Within the time it took an incense stick to burn, he could unleash all his Zhenyuan and Divine Sense power completely, leaving not a drop. And during that incense-burning period, virtually no one could withstand his onslaught.
Strands of Divine Sense, nearly visible to the naked eye, erupted from his mind. Tyrannical soul techniques boomed outward. His hands formed seals, unleashing one exquisite and devastatingly lethal martial technique after another.
In an instant, the scene was one of chaos, with people and horses thrown into disarray.
No one expected this supposedly gravely wounded Blood Attendant to dare charge into their midst and attack. Moreover, his moves were all offensive without regard for defense, purely a death-or-glory assault.
Within three breaths, someone fell dead. Another was sent flying, exploding mid-air into a mist of gore, leaving not a single bone intact.
Yang Zhao, Yang Shen, Xiang Chu, Nan Sheng, Qiu Ziruo, and the others—their eyes trembled abruptly.
It seemed they hadn't anticipated that this battle would erupt so savagely.