Chapter Eleven: Suffering Ten Thousand Times

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  "You think I'm a lamb, don't you? You think your conspiracy has succeeded, don't you? You think you've got me cornered, huh? Hmph, you'll never understand just how powerful I am. And you three little shrimp think you can take me down?"

  Yang Yi's power, which has now burst out, has reached the peak of Congxue San Chong, but in terms of momentum, it can even be compared to Congxue Si Chong. His bloodline power has been enhanced by refining two drops of Congxue Si Chong's blood and taking Yuanqi Dan and Liehuo Dan for several months in the mountains, making his strength unimaginable.

  Yang Yi's sudden burst of momentum shocked the three men, among whom the folding fan man's face turned gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Big brother, second brother, this little brat had actually made preparations long ago, and his momentum power has reached the peak of Congxue San Chong. Indeed, it's a bit tricky. Hmph, but we three, if we join forces, even a master of Congxue Si Chong will be outdone. This little brat doesn't know where he came from, thinking that just by cultivating to Congxue San Chong he can be invincible? Big brother, second brother, kill!"

  The folding fan man waved his hand and struck out with a palm, on which a layer of faint green light emerged. If one looked closely, they could see that he was wearing a thin glove on his hand. With a burst of wind, the power was incredibly strong.

  Moreover, Yang Yi had a feeling that the man's gloves were not so simple and absolutely could not let him get close.

  "Hmph, you think the light of the aurora can shine brightly? Binding Spell, Kill!"

  Yang Yi's palm slightly pushed forward, and a drop of fresh blood immediately floated out from his fingertips, as if it had been burned, disappearing instantly.

  This is the magical power launched by Yang Yi, and each time a spell is launched, it must be launched with fresh blood. The higher the boundary, the greater the power of the spell launched with fresh blood.

  As soon as the drop of blood disappeared in mid-air, a sly smile appeared on Yang's face, and then he suddenly pounced towards the folding fan man like a whirlwind.

  The man with the folding fan suddenly felt a strange and mysterious power binding his body in mid-air, although he could still move, but his speed was slow, his reaction was slow, it was simply unimaginable. He cried out in terror: "Ah... this is magic, this is the power of magic!"

  At the moment of shouting, Yang Yi had already approached his body, and his palms slapped heavily on his chest: "Now you know, it's too late, hum, die!"

  Bang

  The man with the folding fan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

  "Third brother, you little brat, you're looking for death!"

  The elder brother of the folding fan man let out a loud shout, and together with the pale-faced second brother, they launched an attack on Qi Yun. The palm wind was like lightning, fast as a whirlwind, and their strength far exceeded that of ordinary Congxue San Chong.

  "A minor skill, binding technique!"

  Yang's two fingers instantly floated out with two drops of fresh blood, and the "hiss" sound disappeared into thin air. At the same time, a powerful force was brewing in the void.

  Those two men suddenly felt it, and their speed slowed down instantly.

  The elder brother's face showed a hint of astonishment for an instant, but soon his eyes revealed a few points of greed.

  "This little guy really has a trick up his sleeve, Second Brother, use your full strength and catch him, make him spit out this trick. From now on, if we have this trick, the three of us will be even safer, haha!"

  The scar-faced man burst out laughing loudly.

  The pale-faced second brother's eyes also couldn't hide his greed, they had already felt the power of the technique earlier, it was actually able to instantly bind the actions of both people, restricting their strength and speed. This technique was even more powerful than ordinary high-level martial skills.

  "Whirlwind Martial Arts!"

  The pale-faced man's entire figure flashed instantly, his speed suddenly doubled, and he almost instantly broke free from Yang Yi's spellbinding.

  Yang Yi did not expect the man to suddenly burst out with terrifying power, but it didn't matter. A sinister smile spread across his face as he sneered, "You have martial skills, do you think I don't? Let me show you what true martial skills look like!"

  Yang's entire body suddenly came to a halt, and a hint of mockery flashed at the corner of his mouth.

  "Whoosh"

  In an instant, Yang Yi's figure turned into two, indeed two, almost identical, indistinguishable.

  "What... what kind of martial skill is this? How can there be such a martial skill?"

  The pale-faced man was shocked in his heart, and he seemed to vaguely feel that the third brother had brought not a lamb but a hungry wolf.

  "Nothing is impossible, Jiu Gong Huan Ying, kill!"

  Yang Yi's two figures instantly activated, moving at an incredible speed, almost taking a single step to arrive in front of the pale man, unleashing a terrifying power explosion.

  Bang

  A glimmer of despair appeared in the man's eyes, two Yang ones, he couldn't tell them apart at all, gritted his teeth and gathered all his strength to strike at the figure on the right.

  "Ah..."

  The man's skull was instantly smashed, his brains spilled all over the ground, and he was already dead beyond recall.

  Yang's body suddenly stopped, and he coldly laughed: "Fool!"

  Only Yang knew in his heart that "Nine Palaces Phantom Shadow" was a Xian-grade martial skill. Although he had only grasped the surface of it, he could currently only display two phantoms. If he cultivated it to the highest level, he could display 81 phantoms, and at that time, even the most powerful person would be unable to distinguish them.

  One of the three men had already died, and the scar-faced big brother's eyes changed from shock to fear, his body was secretly retreating, his eyes filled with vigilance.

  "Whoosh"

  The scar-faced man retreated a zhang away, and suddenly turned around and ran swiftly, running cleanly and neatly without any hesitation, not caring about the injured folding fan man.

  The man with the folding fan was on the ground, panting and cursing: "Bastard, you ungrateful thing, you won't come to a good end!"

  Yang Yi didn't chase after them, a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes, he reached behind him and took out the Moonfall Bow, instantly nocking three long arrows, coldly saying: "I said it before, all of you will die, Triple Linked Kill!"

  "Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

  Three long arrows shot out instantly, and the scar-faced man couldn't withstand the power of three long arrows. He let out a miserable cry in an instant, and then fell to the ground, motionless, already dead.

  With Yang Yi's current strength, using the Moonfall Bow, the explosive power is comparable to that of a master with fourfold condensed blood, how can this scar-faced man withstand it?

  Three people have died, leaving only the injured accordion man. Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly walked towards the accordion man.

  The man with the folding fan had a look of terror on his face, and he fell to the ground, constantly pushing back, while shouting: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll give you the Huáng Lóng Command, don't kill me!"

  The man with the folding fan stretched out his hand and pulled out the Huáng Lóng badge from his bosom, throwing it in front of Yang Yi, making a crisp sound.

  Yang Yi didn't even glance at the token, his body suddenly moved forward, and he grabbed the fan-wielding man's neck, coldly saying: "Speak, who are you people? Why do you have this Dragon Transformation Token?"

  The man with the folding fan had a flicker of imperceptible color in his eyes, and then said in a low voice: "You promise not to kill me, I'll tell you the origin of Huálóng Lìng and our three identities."

  "What? You still have the qualifications to discuss terms with me? Now I'll teach you what a captive and a prisoner should do!"

  Yang Yi let out a cold laugh and suddenly lifted her foot to stomp on the man's leg.

  "Crack"

  The man's leg bone was broken by Yang in an instant.

  "Ah..."

  The intense pain made the man gasp in shock, his face twisted in agony.

  "I said, I said."

  Yang's face broke into a smile as he walked closer to the man and said calmly, "Don't lie to me, or you'll suffer ten thousand times more than before!"

  "How dare I? Absolutely not! In fact, we are the three weirdos. This dragon token was obtained from us three ambushing that young master of Jinyang Fu..."

  The man's words shocked Yang Yi, but just as he was about to react, the man's hand flashed with a blue light and suddenly stretched towards Yang Yi's throat, moving at a speed as fast as lightning, making it impossible for Yang Yi to dodge even if he wanted to.

  "Hmph, I told you, if you play tricks on me, you'll be a hundred times more miserable than now, Binding Technique!"

  Yang Yi's hand, at some unknown time, had an extra drop of fresh blood on it. The blood immediately disappeared, and a binding technique was instantly activated. A binding force took effect on the folding fan man's body in an instant. The speed of the man's hands suddenly became extremely slow, as if he were a snail. Yang Yi easily dodged without exerting any effort.

  "Whoosh"

  A burst of cyan powder suddenly shot out from the man's hand, and the powder fell to the ground, instantly corroding small pits on the ground. This was a highly toxic poison, and if it hit Yang Yi's body, Yang Yi might die instantly without even leaving a corpse behind.

  Yang Yi's face suddenly darkened, and a hint of a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He coldly laughed: "I told you, playing tricks on me will make you suffer ten thousand times more than before!"

  The gloomy words and Yang Yi's terrifying appearance filled the man's eyes with a color of fear.