C17 Carnage

Only now did the girl clearly see the figure standing in front of her. Although it didn't seem that tall, it still gave off incomparable warmth.

"Ye Yang!" The girl cried out.

Ye Yang's appearance immediately caused the disciples following Ye Feng to panic and slow down their attacks.

Ye Feng and his people turned to look at the arena. Ye Yun who was previously like a madman, was now lying motionless on the stage. It couldn’t tell from the look if he was alive or dead.

Ye Yang's face was filled with the aura of killing as he looked at the disciple who was holding the sword. The coldness in Ye Yang’s eyes was so real that it made the disciple to even feel as if he had fallen into a ice cellar.

He wanted to pull his sword back, but it seemed like the sword was stuck with Ye Yang's hand, no matter how hard he tried, he could not move it at all.

'Bang! 'a crisp sound was heard.

The steel sword broke from the middle. Ye Yang held the one broken half of the sword, and before the disciple could react, the broken sword had already slashed across his neck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain. That disciple immediately threw off the other broken half of the sword, and held his neck with both of his hands in an attempt to press on the wound. However, he couldn't stop it at all. Fresh blood continued to flow from the gaps between his fingers.

He wanted to speak, but his throat was cut. Only a series of strange sounds could be heard. Blood gushed out even more. His eyes, which were filled with fear, slowly lost their luster.

"Thump!"

He slumped to the ground and twitched a few times before he died.

With the death of this disciple, both sides immediately stopped fighting. The people who were originally standing to the side and watching coldly were even more silent.

Although these disciples would often spar and occasionally bleed and be injured, they had never experienced a life or death battle.

Now that they saw a living person being killed right in front of them, their hearts were filled with fear.

The smell of blood rushed into everyone's nostrils, making them feel their blood boil. The girls felt even worse as they retreated to cover their mouths and vomited.

Ye Yang shook the broken sword in his hand. Blood of the disciple mixed with Ye Yang’s slowly dripped down from the sword tip.

A fiery passion flashed across Ye Yang's eyes. He wasn't afraid or disgusted at all. Instead, he was overjoyed.

He had an impulse to use the sword to kill all the people in front of him. Ye Yang's heart trembled, and he forcefully suppressed this impulse.

He used the broken sword in his hand to point at Ye Feng and the others. In no second, he said nothing and dashed directly to them.

Seeing Ye Yang rushing over, Ye Feng shouted loudly, "Kill him!"

A dozen of people immediately followed his order and besieged Ye Yang.

Ye Yang dodged a disciple's long sword attack and struck his chest with a heavy punch. Instantly, the disciple’s chest caved in and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained a few pieces of his internal organs.

He then casually threw this half-dead Ye disciple over to Ye Feng and his followers.

Originally, Ye Feng and the rest were prepared to assault him together, but when they saw a figure flying towards them, they anxiously dodged and escaped.

Once the besiegement was broken, Ye Yang immediately started to fight with the empty-handed combat techniques he learned when he was back in the army. The broken sword in his hand was like a sickle cutting grass, instantly slashing at two of his opponents who were closest to him.

Just as the two of them fell to the ground, the broken sword in Ye Yang's stabbed into the third person's heart like a dagger.

In a blink of an eye, four of Ye Feng’s people died. The rest could not help but feel fear, and they all retreated.

A bunch of flowers grown in the greenhouse. When had they ever seen such a bloody scene? A few of them were too afraid that their legs were trembling.

Before Ye Yang’s arrival, they did aggressively charged over. But it was only because the girl disciples who blocked them were like a flock of sheep. They thought that as they outnumbered the girls, they dared to make the move.

Now that a tiger had emerged from the sheep, and it was even a bloodthirsty tiger, the courage they had just now vanished into thin air. There were even a few people who were influenced by Ye Yang's killing intent, which made them tremble and unable to stand still.

Ye Feng was also shocked by Ye Yang's cold-bloodiness. He did not expect that the usually weak Ye Yang would actually act so viciously, to the point where he did not even bat an eye when killing people.

Ye Yang pointed at Ye Feng and his followers with the broken sword and said, "I know, you are forced to follow Ye Feng. I'll give you a chance now. Put down your weapons and I'll spare your lives. Otherwise, you will end up like those four dead ones!"

Seeing that some of his people were about to make some moves, Ye Feng said anxiously, "Don't listen to his nonsense. Join me to kill him! As long as we kill him, we can win this! Don't fall into his trap!"

Ye Yang basically did not care about Ye Feng as he coldly looked at them and said, "I will only give you the time when I count down from three to one. If you still do not give up on your weapons and surrender, then you can only repent in hell."

"Three!"

"Two!"

The sound of weapons being dropped continued to ring. Six people dropped their weapons and retreated from the battle.

"One!"

Looking at the remaining seven people by Ye Feng's side, Ye Yang shook his head. "I have already done my best. Don’t blame me for your own stubbornness.”

Ye Yang threw away the broken sword in his hands. He had yet to cultivate the Dragon-elephant Dark Golden Body, so he could not easily fight his enemies empty-handed. This broken sword in his hand could be used as a dagger, but if it was to counter against some other weapons, his own hand would also be injured.

The tip of his foot moved, and a single blade that was thrown onto the ground earlier flew into Ye Yang's hands. After a few slashes, he felt that it was rather smooth.

A trace of ruthlessness emerged on the corner of his mouth as an invisible aura locked onto Ye Feng and his legion. Ye Yang raised his blade and swiftly slashed at them, and a powerful aura actually enveloped all the people.

Everyone was startled, they anxiously used their weapons to defend against Ye Yang with full force.

"Bang!" A loud sound was heard, causing the dust to fly into the air. Ye Feng and the rest were immediately forced to retreat.

The sound caused everyone, no matter if it was those in the battle or off speculating, no matter if they were on Ye Yang’s side or Ye Feng’s side, shocked. Even Ye Lingtian was no exception.

Ye Feng's group of eight could not block Ye Yang's even one attack. All of them rolled back in a sorry state, as if they were a gourd rolling on the ground.

Ye Yang did not give them a chance to catch their breath. He followed his blade and with a horizontal slash, he cut a disciple who had not gotten up from the ground into two.

Next, a side kick shattered the other person's jaw, and the long blade turned into a ray of light, slashing towards the remaining people.

Miserable screams came out, the broken limbs flew everywhere, even Ye Lingtian was startled. Such a ruthlessness and cruelty had shocked him. Was this still the cowardly son he had always been?

When Ye Feng got up from the ground, he realized that the whole place was quiet with no sound of a living breath.

Broken limbs were scattered all around him. A pair of ice-cold eyes were looking at him, as if he was standing naked in the snow in the middle of a cold winter and his entire body was being looked through by those eyes.

What left him in disbelief was that he was the only one left. The others were all dead. Ever since he was born, with his grandfather's care, today was the first time Ye Feng felt fear.

Swallowing his saliva, he looked at Ye Yang. Even though he was usually sharp tongued, he didn't know what to say at this moment.

Ye Yang changed the cold expression on his face and smiled amiably, "What? Cousin Ye Feng, do you want to tell me something now?

Seeing that Ye Yang actually laughed, Ye Feng immediately felt that there was a hope, "Cousin Ye Yang, it's actually all a misunderstanding. I didn't really intend to kill you, I just wanted to scare you."

Those in surroundings who heard these words secretly curled their lips. To still be able to say such things at this moment, Ye Feng's skin was definitely thick.

Ye Yang was ever angered to laugh by Ye Feng's words. He looked at him with a playful expression and said, "I already told you this a long time ago. Your brain is not intelligent enough to play any tricks. But I realized that I was wrong. "

"Oh? Cousin, what do you mean?" Ye Feng asked anxiously.

"Because you don’t even have a brain, how can you be intelligent? How did you really make it to blurt a job which cannot even fool a three-year-old toddler? Are you looking down on me?" Ye Yang said with a cold smile.

Seeing Ye Feng's originally handsome face turn red, as if he was injected with chicken blood, Ye Yang said unhurriedly. "Today, you two, your grandfather and you, together with others are scheming against other family members. According to the clan rules, you are definitely going to be executed."

Pausing for a moment, he continued, "So you are dead for sure, don't embarrass the Ye Family. Even if you are going to die, you should show some courage. I will give you a fair chance. If you defeat me, or kill me, you will be free."

With that, he pointed his bloodied blade at Ye Feng.

The heavy atmosphere pressured down, which made it hard for everyone to breathe. Those people who had followed Ye Feng and placed down their weapons midway were all deeply rejoicing at their previous decisions.

Ye Qingxuan and the other girls also gradually adapted to the blood and stopped vomiting. However, their faces were still pale white, as they looked at Ye Yang with complicated expressions.

The current Ye Yang was not immature in the slightest, and had a maturity and ruthlessness that was inconsistent with his age, which caused them to be extremely shocked.

Ye Feng held onto the sword tightly, his eyes full of hatred, as he looked at Ye Yang and said, "Although I don't know how you suddenly become so powerful, or if you have hidden it all this time. But today, you will still die. No one will be able to save you."

"Hehe, I don't know if I can live through this. But one thing I'm sure of is that you won't be able to wait for that result. "

Ye Yang said no more, his feet pushed off the ground, his entire body rushing towards Ye Feng, and striking him with his blade.

Ye Feng did not dare to be negligent, and was extremely careful. He tried his best not to fight Ye Yang head on, and only to dodge his attacks.

Unfortunately, he did not understand the characteristics of how the blade was wielded to attack. The more he dodged, the more Ye Yang's aura surged. After a few moves, Ye Feng was forced into an unavoidable situation. He raised his sword to block the attack, but still was knocked off.

The strength from Ye Yang’s attacks caused his internal organs to feel as if they were flipped upside down as he vomited a mouthful of blood. He lay on the ground in a sorry state and was no longer able to fight anymore.

Ye Yang dragged his blade along the ground, slowly walking towards Ye Feng. The friction between his blade and the ground was ear-piercing, as though it was the prelude to death, bringing about an endless pressure.

Arriving in front of Ye Feng, Ye Yang looked calm as he slowly raised the blade in his hand.

"Ye Yang, if you dare injure my grandson, I will rip your body into ten thousand pieces!" The Great Elder's furious roar sounded out urgently.

The corner of Ye Yang's mouth curled into a cold smile. His hands did not pause at all as the blade slowly pierced down towards Ye Feng's heart.

Seeing this, the Great Elder shouted hysterically, "When are you going to take action? Do we have to wait until we're all dead?"

When everyone heard this, they were confused. They didn’t understand what was going on.

Ye Yang immediately felt a chill behind his back, as a sharp attack went straight at his back.

"Yang'er, be careful!" Ye Lingtian's eyes widened.