Chapter Thirty-Six: Is He Dead?

  The dark night, the moonlight is somewhat gloomy, and the sparse silver light is scattered in the mountains.

  A dark figure darted agilely through the mountains and forests, this person carried a long bow on his back, with a slightly delicate face, it was none other than Yang Yi.

  In front of them were twenty monks, surrounding a bonfire and laughing loudly.

  "Haha, today we've made another gain, and unexpectedly killed a powerful being ranked over 9,000! At this rate, in the future we might be able to kill an existence ranked within the top ten thousand every day. Our ranking will also rapidly rise, who knows, maybe we'll even have a chance to really break into the top hundred!"

  The speaker was a robust man who seemed to be the strongest among the twenty people, and it was he who led the alliance of the twenty monks.

  "It's all thanks to Li Dage's precise command, otherwise that little brat would have slipped away today. Indeed, there isn't a single simple existence among the top 10,000 rankings!"

  "Haha, yes! We're able to be here today and not be killed by others, it's all thanks to Big Brother Li's leadership. Otherwise, how could we have made it to today? Come on, let's raise a glass together to toast Big Brother Li!"

  These people held their wine cups and toasted to the robust man Li Dage.

  All of this fell into Yang Yi's eyes.

  Yang's face gradually revealed a hint of an eerie smile, and he immediately took out the Moonfall Bow, quietly hiding on top of a large tree. In the pitch-black night, no one discovered him.

  "Starting from you twenty people today, I let you live for ten more days, and it should have ended by now!"

  Yang Yi smiled coldly and quietly, drew his bow like a full moon, and five long arrows were instantly strung.

  "Whoosh"

  A sharp whistling sound pierced through the darkness of night, flashing out a series of shrill voices.

  "Hmph"

  Five people, instantly shot in the head, blood splattered all over the ground. With Yang Yi's current strength, and a sneak attack at night, how could these ordinary cultivators of the fourth stage possibly withstand it?

  That Li brother suddenly reacted and shouted: "Someone is here, everyone scatter!"

  "Haha, it's too late!"

  Yang Yi's figure was like a ghost, and with the five sharp arrows flying out, in an instant, five more lives were ended. The crimson blood, under the moonlight, appeared exceptionally startling.

  Li Da Ge saw that half of his men had died instantly, his face turned bright red with rage, gritting his teeth and saying: "Who exactly are you?"

  The remaining ten people have found a place to hide and can no longer be shot with arrows.

  However, Yang Yi's means were not limited to bows and arrows. He quietly slipped out and exposed his figure under the bonfire, coldly staring at the surroundings.

  Li's expression changed, but when he saw that there was only Yang Yiren, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and with a ferocious face, he shouted: "There is only one person, brothers, all come out, kill this man, and avenge our brother!"

  "Whoosh"

  Ten monks swiftly emerged from their hiding place, cautiously watching Yang One and surrounding him in the center.

  "Ha ha, so you're just a young whippersnapper after all! You really are a rookie, and you don't know the height of the sky or the thickness of the earth. Hmph, if you were to secretly shoot cold arrows at us, we might still be a little afraid of you, but since you've come out, ha ha, this is looking for death, looking for death!"

  Yang Yi's mouth corners slightly revealed a hint of sarcastic smile: "Is that so? However, I'm not looking to die. If I didn't come out, you all would be hiding one by one, and killing each other wouldn't it be too troublesome?"

  Li Dage's mouth twitched slightly, and he was about to say something else, but in an instant, he felt his face change color. His body was surrounded by a mysterious binding force that made his movements slow like a snail.

  "You...... you......"

  Li Dage stared at Yang Yi in horror, but in an instant, Yang Yi suddenly transformed into four identical figures. Li Dage's head was smashed by one of the Yang Yis, and the remaining nine people were also instantly killed by Yang Yi's swift moves.

  "Binding technique, it's truly powerful! Against those weaker than me, it's almost effortless!"

  Yang's mouth corner slightly revealed a faint smile, just now he had secretly used the binding technique, making these ten people have no way to escape, and then used the Nine Palaces Illusion to quickly kill these ten people.

  "Whoosh"

  Yang Yi quickly collected the essence of these twenty people, but suddenly discovered that on Li's body, there were several jade bottles, which were actually filled with essence.

  "What? This person also wants to refine his pure blood, but unfortunately, he didn't have time to refine it, and now I've benefited from it!"

  Yang's face broke into a smile, and at this moment, his mind was filled with the sound of rapid advancement, just like sitting on a rocket, soaring upwards. From the original 30,000+ ranking, he directly rose to 8,934th place, already stepping into the top 10,000.

  "Alright, alright, with so much refined blood, it's enough to increase my power by several folds. In this Dragon Transformation Great Competition, having an extra bit of strength is having an extra bit of security!"

  Yang Yi's figure instantly disappeared into the mountains and forests, leaving behind twenty shocking corpses exposed under the moonlight.

  Outside the Dragon Tower, the Dragon Slayer Competition has been going on for twenty days. The top one hundred cultivators have already killed thousands of other cultivators each, it's truly terrifying.

  Liu Yun's siblings were frowning at this time, and their hearts were anxious.

  It's been twenty days and none of them have seen Yang Yi's name in the top hundred, even Liu Yun, who had the most faith in Yang Yi, is now wavering.

  "Big brother, it's been twenty days already, and Yang Yi still hasn't appeared in the top hundred. Is he...?" Liu Jing's eyes were red-rimmed, her expression filled with sorrow.

  Liu Yun's face didn't look good either, gloomy as water, he slightly sighed: "Not appearing in the rankings doesn't necessarily mean they're dead, maybe... maybe Yang brother just didn't make it to the top 100..."

  This reason, even Liu Yun himself felt very forced, in the Huā Lóng competition, how high was the mortality rate, he was crystal clear. His father that year was also like this, never appeared in the rankings, until the end of the Huā Lóng competition and never came out again.

  Twenty days have passed, and that's enough to explain a lot of things. It's not just Liu Yun's siblings, but many other cultivators who also had friends or relatives enter the Huálóng Competition. However, as time gradually passed, they too were unable to see familiar names in the rankings, and many cultivators have felt a sense of foreboding.

  Even some of the monks who could no longer bear it had burst into loud sobs.

  Liu Yun stared intently at the rankings within the 10th district, saying in a low voice: "Yang brothers, are you really dead? With your abilities, can't you even make it through this Huálóng Grand Prix?"

  But no matter how much Liu Yun expected, that long ranking did not change, and his heart sank more and more...