Just that among these three, Nu Lang was a martial artist at the first level of the Qi Motion Realm, and dealing with him might be a bit troublesome.
Therefore, Yang Kai had to resolve the other two Fengyu Tower disciples at the Kaiyuan Realm first before he could properly fight with him.
He would see if his fourth level of the Kaiyuan Realm was capable of being a match for a Qi Motion Realm opponent! Yang Kai's fighting spirit surged in his chest, his blood boiling.
Yang Kai's prediction was very accurate. The two people coming from the left were indeed disciples of the Fengyu Tower. These two were also about the same strength as the two from before; even if they were stronger, it wouldn't be by much.
Drawn by the cry of their junior brother, the two hadn't even reached the scene when they were suddenly met by someone running towards them.
"Who is it!" The two Fengyu Tower disciples stopped in their tracks, looking warily at the person approaching.
Yang Kai didn't respond, his speed suddenly increasing as he pounced at them. Sensing Yang Kai's killing intent and hostility, the two immediately reacted, exclaiming, "It's Yang Kai!"
As soon as the words left their mouths, weapons were already in their hands, attacking Yang Kai from both sides.
Yang Kai's fighting spirit was intense, and he didn't back down in the face of their attacks. His body moved like lightning, and the blood-red blade on his fingertips flew out, shooting towards one of them.
The man raised his weapon to block, but how could an ordinary weapon withstand a blade formed from a drop of Yang liquid? Upon contact, the Fengyu Tower disciple's weapon was instantly severed. Fortunately, this person reacted quickly, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, allowing the blade to graze his rib and fly past.
A tearing sound...
The man screamed in agony, feeling as if his rib had been branded with a hot iron. The air was immediately filled with the smell of burnt flesh.
"Senior Brother!" The other person's expression changed, his attack suddenly retreating.
In a life-and-death confrontation, this retreat was equivalent to exposing himself to Yang Kai's attack.
Would Yang Kai be courteous to him? He casually deflected the sharp edge of the weapon, then struck a palm into the man's chest, pouring a powerful and scorching True Yang Essence Qi into his heart meridian. The man's eyes bulged, and he flew out, landing on the ground and convulsing for a moment before going still.
He was killed in a single move, even faster than the previous Senior Brother Xiong.
Yang Kai's attack was successful, but before he could withdraw his hand, the surviving Fengyu Tower disciple slashed at him with a sword.
Unable to dodge, Yang Kai instinctively tensed his muscles.
"Swish..." The sword flashed, and a bloody gash appeared on his abdomen. Pain spread from the wound, and blood seeped out, but Yang Kai remained unmoved, a疯狂 and bloodthirsty smile spreading across his face as he turned to look at the man.
The man had witnessed his junior brother die before his eyes, and in a fit of rage, he had no other thoughts but to kill Yang Kai to avenge his junior brother. After landing a successful strike, he immediately thrust his sword again, aiming for Yang Kai's throat.
Yang Kai raised his arm to block, the sword tip piercing about an inch into his arm and stopping at the bone, unable to penetrate further.
"Heh heh!" Blood dripped down, and Yang Kai sneered at him.
In the darkness, two rows of white fangs were revealed, like a fierce beast ready to pounce.
At this moment, Yang Kai exuded an aura of evil!
A mad, excited, and bloodthirsty evil! That smile was chilling.
"You..." The surviving Fengyu Tower disciple had never seen such a person before. After being stabbed twice, he could still smile. Was this man insane?
Shocked, he tried to jump back. In a life-and-death battle, being intimidated by the enemy's aura left no chance of survival.
Yang Kai kicked him in the groin.
A sound of something breaking was heard, and the man immediately hunched over, kneeling on the ground, his face pale.
Yang Kai pulled out the sword stuck in his arm and threw it down, pinning him to the spot.
Two more killed!
"Swish!" At this moment, the person from the right finally appeared—it was Nu Lang! The five Fengyu Tower members had split into three groups, searching for Yang Kai and Xia Ningshang in the vicinity, but they didn't expect to be picked off one by one by Yang Kai.
With just a glance, Nu Lang saw the two junior brothers lying dead on the ground, his eyes instantly turning red with rage. He glared at Yang Kai, asking fiercely, "Did you kill them?"
Yang Kai turned to look at him, his expression a mix of madness and calm.
"It seems everyone underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have this ability," Nu Lang's face was dark, suppressing his anger and taking a deep breath. "I have a question for you."
"There's no need to ask. Nu Lang and Cheng Shaofeng were killed by me. You guessed right!"
"Indeed, it was you!" Nu Lang's body trembled violently. He had been hoping that his brother had just gone out to play, though the possibility was low, it was at least a hope.
But now, that hope was shattered by Yang Kai! He admitted that his brother's disappearance was related to him, and that he had been killed!
"They wanted to kill me, so I naturally killed them!" Yang Kai was somewhat impatient. "No need for idle talk, let's fight!"
"Fine, fine, fine." Nu Lang's killing intent surged, and he glared at Yang Kai with intense hatred. "Since you dare to take responsibility, I won't say more. Today, I will take your life to honor his spirit!"
As he spoke, Nu Lang launched himself forward, his figure flashing and appearing before Yang Kai in an instant. His hand, like an eagle's claw, swept horizontally toward Yang Kai's throat.
Yang Kai's expression turned serious. A martial artist at the Qi Motion Realm was indeed different from those at the Kaiyuan Realm. Just the power of this single strike was incomparable.
In a hurry, Yang Kai leaned back, his palm protecting his throat.
Nu Lang sneered, his fingers changing direction mid-air and grabbing downward.
A tearing sound...
Yang Kai took several steps back, looking down to see his chest torn open, with five bloody claw marks left behind, and some strange energy invading his body.
The True Yang Art activated, and the strange energy was quickly neutralized.
"Just a fourth-level Kaiyuan Realm, and you dare to be so arrogant in front of me! I won't kill you quickly. I will torture you until you wish you were dead!" Nu Lang's face became even more sinister after his successful strike.
"Flimsy moves, fighting like a woman scratching. Aren't you ashamed?" Yang Kai tore off his tattered shirt, revealing a lean but muscular body, and sneered coldly.
Nu Lang's face turned red, but he had no rebuttal. After all, he specialized in claw techniques, which were indeed not very dignified.
"Sharp tongue, don't beg for mercy later!" Nu Lang, unwilling to engage in verbal sparring, attacked again with his hands like eagle claws.
"Let's see how my fists fare!" Yang Kai laughed, charging forward to meet the mad claws.
"Overestimating yourself!" Nu Lang sneered. With his first-level Qi Motion Realm cultivation, he could tear through even a boulder. How could a fourth-level Kaiyuan Realm martial artist's fist stand a chance?