However, among those three, Nu Tao was a first-level Qi Movement Realm martial artist. Dealing with him directly could be a real hassle.
So Yang Kai had to take out the other two Kaiyuan Realm Wind and Rain Tower disciples first before he could properly fight him.
He wanted to test whether his own fourth-level Kaiyuan Realm cultivation was enough to stand against a Qi Movement Realm opponent! Yang Kai's chest burned with battle intent, his blood and qi churning.
Yang Kai's prediction was spot on—the two approaching from the left were indeed Wind and Rain Tower disciples. Their strength was roughly on par with the previous two, and even if they were slightly stronger, it wouldn't be by much.
Hearing their junior brother's cries, they'd rushed over to investigate, but before they could even reach the scene, a figure came sprinting straight at them.
"Who goes there!" The two Wind and Rain Tower disciples halted, warily eyeing the approaching figure.
Yang Kai didn't answer. His speed surged once more as he lunged at them. Sensing Yang Kai's killing intent and hostility, the two couldn't fail to react—they exclaimed, "It's Yang Kai!"
The words had barely left their mouths before weapons were already in their hands, attacking Yang Kai from the left and right.
Yang Kai's battle fervor was at its peak. Facing their combined assault, he showed not a shred of retreat. His body flashed like lightning as the crimson blade forged from a single drop of Yang Liquid shot from his fingertips, hurtling toward one of them.
The man raised his weapon to block, but how could a mortal-grade weapon possibly withstand a blade condensed from Yang Liquid? The moment they made contact, the Wind and Rain Tower disciple's weapon was sliced clean through. Fortunately, the man's reflexes weren't slow—panicking, he twisted aside, barely dodging the lethal blow as the blade whizzed past his waist and ribs.
Riiip...
The man screamed. It felt as though a red-hot iron had been pressed into his ribs. The air instantly filled with the acrid stench of scorched flesh.
"Senior Brother!" The other man's expression shifted. His attacking move retracted by several inches out of sheer shock.
In the heat of a life-and-death battle, pulling back a strike like that meant exposing himself entirely to Yang Kai's attack.
Yang Kai showed no mercy. With a casual deflection of the opponent's blade, he slammed a palm against the man's chest. Dense, scorching True Yang Energy surged into his heart meridians. The man's eyes bulged from their sockets, and he was sent flying, hitting the ground with a thud. He convulsed for a moment, then went still.
He'd been killed in a single exchange—even faster than Senior Brother Xiong earlier.
Yang Kai had barely landed his strike when the surviving Wind and Rain Tower disciple thrust his sword over at him.
Unable to dodge, Yang Kai instinctively tensed every muscle in his body.
Whoosh... The blade flashed, opening a bloody gash across his abdomen. Pain radiated from the wound as blood seeped out, but Yang Kai was utterly unmoved. A wild, bloodthirsty grin spread across his face as he turned to look at his attacker.
The man had just watched his junior brother die right before his eyes. Consumed by rage, he'd lost all regard for anything else—the only thought surging through his mind was to kill Yang Kai and avenge his brother. Having landed one strike, he immediately thrust again, aiming straight for Yang Kai's throat.
Yang Kai raised his arm to block. The sword tip sank roughly an inch into his forearm before lodging against the bone, unable to penetrate any deeper.
"Heh heh!" Yang Kai let the blood drip freely, baring a savage grin at the man.
In the darkness, two rows of snow-white fangs gleamed—like a predator ready to devour its prey.
In this moment, Yang Kai's entire being was suffused with an aura of something sinister!
Madness—ecstatic, bloodthirsty evil! That grin was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
"You...!" This surviving Wind and Rain Tower disciple had never encountered someone like this. Stabbed twice, yet still able to smile? Was this man insane?
Terror seized his mind, and he tried to leap backward. In a battle between life and death, to be cowed by an enemy's aura—what chance of survival could there be?