Although Ye Wuchen's preemptive strike caught them off guard, these Martial Artists, daring to roam the outskirts of Tianduan Mountain, naturally possessed considerable strength and quick reactions.
Just as the short blade was about to land on the scar-faced man, the leading one-eyed man finally reacted, pushing the scar-faced man away, allowing him to dodge the fatal blow.
Seeing this, Ye Wuchen changed the direction of his short blade, stabbing directly towards the one-eyed man.
The two were very close, and the one-eyed man had no time to dodge, so he could only choose to swing his blade to block the attack.
With a clang of metal, the one-eyed man was forced back several steps, and a mouthful of rebellious blood surged to his throat, which he forcibly swallowed.
"What terrifying power," the leading one-eyed man looked at Ye Wuchen with a complex expression, secretly terrified.
"Boy, you're seeking death!"
The scar-faced man finally reacted, drawing a large blade from his waist and stabbing directly at Ye Wuchen.
At the same time, his two companions also rushed towards Ye Wuchen, brandishing their long blades.
Facing the Three people's siege, Ye Wuchen showed no signs of panic.
He flashed, dodging the two men's attacks, while his right wrist twisted sharply.
Along with the sensation of skin being cut, the scar-faced man looked at the blood-dripping short blade in Ye Wuchen's hand, his face filled with disbelief.
A bloodstain appeared on his throat, and blood sprayed out uncontrollably.
From Ye Wuchen's attack to the scar-faced man's death, only five breaths of time had passed.
He was hailed as the Qin Kingdom's number one Prodigy, and even when he was breaking through his meridians, he could defeat Martial Artists in the Body Tempering Realm.
And all of this was attributed to his terrifying combat skills.
Holding the short blade in reverse, Ye Wuchen scanned the crowd and said lightly, "The first one."
"Boy, you're dead!" The leading one-eyed man looked at Ye Wuchen with an angry expression.
At this moment, Ye Wuchen's figure shot out again.
This time, everyone's disdain vanished, and they all looked at Ye Wuchen with grave expressions.
At the very front of the team, the two men holding long blades attacked Ye Wuchen from left and right, blocking his offensive routes.
Just as they thought Ye Wuchen would choose to temporarily avoid the attack, Ye Wuchen instead shot the short blade in his hand fiercely towards the man on his left, to hinder the opponent's support.
At the same time, his figure quickly rushed towards the man on his right, delivering an unparalleled punch directly to the opponent's face.
At the critical moment, the one-eyed man's long blade struck, attempting to force Ye Wuchen back.
But who knew Ye Wuchen had no intention of retreating at all.
He stretched out his left hand and clenched it fiercely, directly grabbing the long blade in his hand, and in an instant, blood streamed from his left hand.
But on his right hand, Fu Shi Fist had already struck out, smashing towards the long blade user who had attacked him earlier.
After a dull thud, the long blade user's entire head was caved in, clearly dead beyond dead.
"Madman!" The one-eyed man was horrified when he saw this scene.
Trading injuries for lives, what else could such a fighting style be if not that of a madman?
"The second one," Ye Wuchen's voice rang out again.
"Brothers, this kid is alone, let's go together and tear him apart!" The one-eyed man suppressed his inner fear and roared.
In an instant, a group of people beside him rushed towards Ye Wuchen.
Seeing the desperate struggle of this group of people, Ye Wuchen said indifferently, "Who told you I was alone?"
As his voice fell, a long spear appeared in Ye Xiyue's hand beside him, effortlessly piercing through a man's heart.
Although the Martial Dao in Qin Kingdom was prosperous, it was still rare for women to practice Martial Arts, and even rarer to find a favored daughter of heaven like Su Qingxue.
But coincidentally, Ye Xiyue was one of these few.
Even more coincidentally, Ye Xiyue's Realm was just a notch stronger than everyone present.
Two against eight, logically speaking, in the Body Tempering Realm, without the enhancement of Divine Ability arts, numbers become the key factor influencing the battle.
But Ye Wuchen and Ye Xiyue clearly didn't think so.
"Xiaoyue, let's compete to see who kills more," as soon as Ye Wuchen finished speaking, he rushed directly into the crowd.
Ye Xiyue, seeing this, also followed closely, charging in with her long spear.
Amidst the flashing blades and swords, Ye Wuchen's figure continuously dodged and moved.
Every Move was grand and open, the sound of Qi and Blood power surging endlessly.
Ye Xiyue, on the other hand, utilized the advantage of her long spear, effortlessly employing Moves such as blocking, thrusting, stabbing, pointing, and parrying, causing her opponents to retreat steadily.
On the battlefield, one person swept everything aside with his incomparably powerful Physical Body strength.
The other person swept the battlefield with the long spear in her hand, the two of them mercilessly slaughtering their enemies with overwhelming force.
As the last Martial Body Tempering Sixth Stage Martial Artist died, only the one-eyed man remained alive from this demon-hunting team.
"No... no, this isn't real."
The one-eyed man's face was filled with horror; he had never expected the two people in front of him to be so powerful.
In less than half an incense stick of time, the team he led was completely wiped out by the opponents.
The young man in front of him was clearly only at the Martial Body Tempering Sixth Stage, yet the Qi and Blood power he displayed at this moment was even more exaggerated than that of the Refining Body Eighth Level Martial Artists he had seen.
But what frightened him most was not Ye Wuchen's strength, but his indifferent attitude.
At such a young age, most teenagers haven't even seen blood.
Yet Ye Wuchen appeared utterly indifferent, as if, in his eyes, killing was not something difficult to accept.
The young man stood still, blood staining his hair and face, making him appear extraordinarily demonic.
In his pale eyes, there was a disregard for life.
"Mon... monster," the one-eyed man's legs went soft, and he directly collapsed onto the ground.
As Ye Wuchen continuously approached, the one-eyed man's feet kicked wildly, and he frantically retreated backward.
Soon, his body pressed against a stone wall, with nowhere left to retreat.
"Monster, go to hell!"
The one-eyed man seemed to have regained some composure; his long blade fiercely stabbed towards Ye Wuchen's throat.
However, Ye Wuchen stood still at this moment, not moving, as if he had been scared silly.
"Haha, I won... I won."
Seeing this scene, the one-eyed man was ecstatic, as if he could already see Ye Wuchen's throat being slit.
But just as the one-eyed man's long blade was about to strike Ye Wuchen's throat, Ye Wuchen finally moved.
The Qi and Blood power on Ye Wuchen's body seemed to materialize, covering his right hand, and then he punched out, causing the long blade to shatter instantly.
The one-eyed man looked at this scene in horror, as if he had seen something incomprehensible.
Forcing himself to suppress the fear in his heart, the one-eyed man wanted to retreat.
But at this moment, Ye Wuchen had already taken a step forward and reached out to grab his throat.
"Spare..."
Before the one-eyed man could finish his sentence, with a 'crack,' the light quickly faded from his eyes.
At this point, the demon-hunting team led by the one-eyed man was completely wiped out by Ye Wuchen and Ye Xiyue.