You're so amazing

The fierce battle continued unabated, with disciples of the Stormwind Pavilion falling one after another. Yet with every adversary that succumbed, a new wound appeared on Yang Kai's body. His clothes, now drenched in blood, clung to him as he gasped for breath, veins protruding from his neck, eyes blazing with a ferocious light akin to a beast ready to devour its prey.

Sumu lay exhausted on the ground, helplessly watching Yang Kai demonstrate his formidable prowess, toppling one Stormwind disciple after another. The sight was a bitter pill to swallow. This conflict was instigated by him, and Yang Kai was his adversary, yet it was precisely because of Yang Kai's intervention that he had been spared from greater peril.

He wanted to assist, but his entire body was drained of strength, having been severely battered by Cheng Shaofeng earlier, leaving him almost entirely incapacitated.

With a thud, the last Stormwind disciple fell to the ground, writhing in agony, the intrusion of True Yang Energy making him feel as though his body were on fire, the pain almost unbearable.

Yang Kai's bloodshot eyes turned toward Cheng Shaofeng, a cold, grim smile playing at his lips.

Cheng Shaofeng's heart lurched. Yang Kai's brutality filled him with dread. As Yang Kai's gaze fixed upon him, he instinctively took a step back.

Huo Mei'er sneered with disdain.

The mocking laughter made Cheng Shaofeng's face flush with embarrassment. He composed himself, casting a cold gaze at Yang Kai, and said slowly, "I didn't realize you possessed such skill."

Yang Kai advanced steadily toward him, his steps measured, his gaunt figure like an impending storm.

Cheng Shaofeng's breath grew shallow, and his expression darkened. With a sudden shout, he said, "If you seek death, I shall oblige!"

With that, he drew his sword from his waist. Earlier, while dealing with Sumu and the others, he had refrained from using his weapon, not wanting to escalate the situation into a lethal encounter. However, now that he was armed, Cheng Shaofeng felt more assured.

The blood-soaked disciple of the Lingxiao Pavilion before him appeared increasingly menacing.

"Be careful, this person has reached the Opening Realm," Sumu reluctantly warned.

"Opening Realm..." Yang Kai murmured, halting his advance.

Cheng Shaofeng's eyes lit up with malicious delight. He laughed, "You're just at the Body Refining Realm. How could you possibly stand against me? With the energy you've expended, it will take you months to recover. Keep fighting, and you'll damage your foundation. You'll never rise again. Kneel and beg for mercy, and I..."

Before Cheng Shaofeng could finish, Yang Kai lunged at him with lightning speed.

"You..." Cheng Shaofeng was taken aback. Was this man a fool? Did he not realize that facing an Opening Realm cultivator meant certain death?

Despite his shock, Cheng Shaofeng did not slacken his defense. With a swift motion, he thrust his sword at Yang Kai.

In response to the oncoming sword, Yang Kai did something that no one had anticipated. He extended a hand and grasped the blade.

Though the sword was merely of the mortal grade, it was still a sharp weapon. How could mere flesh withstand its edge?

Cheng Shaofeng's face lit up with triumph. This fool was walking to his own doom. The sword sped up, piercing straight into Yang Kai's palm.

With a sickening sound, the sword pierced Yang Kai's hand, blood splattering everywhere.

Huo Mei'er's expression froze. Initially, she had thought Yang Kai had some extraordinary technique for daring to face the blade head-on, but seeing him easily pierced by Cheng Shaofeng's sword, she felt a twinge of disappointment.

This man was not impressive after all; he was simply foolish!

Before Huo Mei'er's thoughts could fully form, an unexpected turn of events occurred. Despite his hand being impaled, Yang Kai did not retreat. Instead, he closed in on Cheng Shaofeng with even greater speed.

In the blink of an eye, they were within arm's reach. The sound of the sword scraping against flesh was chilling.

With a snap, Yang Kai seized Cheng Shaofeng's sword-hand, impaling the back of his hand with the blade.

Staring at the deranged Yang Kai, Cheng Shaofeng could no longer conceal his terror. He tried to pull back his sword with all his might, but Yang Kai's grip was like iron, immovable.

Yang Kai grinned savagely, his eyes glowing with a bloodthirsty light as he raised a crimson fist, aiming it at Cheng Shaofeng's face.

Panicking, Cheng Shaofeng raised his hand to block, hastily channeling his energy for defense.

Yet Cheng Shaofeng, newly ascended to the Opening Realm, had limited energy reserves. Yang Kai's fist struck his right cheek with brutal force, sending a tooth flying and causing his face to swell, turning red as though scalded by boiling water.

Such overwhelming energy! Cheng Shaofeng was finally struck with terror. He realized that even as an Opening Realm cultivator, he could not withstand the searing heat of Yang Kai's energy. His head spun with dizziness.

In his dazed state, Yang Kai's second punch landed, leaving Cheng Shaofeng disoriented.

With a third punch, Cheng Shaofeng crumpled, half-kneeling before Yang Kai, his head bowed and eyes vacant.

Yang Kai delivered a powerful kick, sending him sprawling.

The scene fell silent, and Huo Mei'er was left in utter shock. It turned out that Yang Kai's seemingly reckless approach had a purpose; by grabbing the sword, he denied Cheng Shaofeng any chance to evade.

The disciples of the Stormwind Pavilion, including Cheng Shaofeng, had been entirely defeated!

Yang Kai turned to Huo Mei'er. Under his blood-red gaze, she shuddered involuntarily.

She had never seen anyone so ferociously ruthless at the Body Refining Realm. Even the elite youth of the Blood War Society could not compare.

With a soft hiss, Yang Kai slowly withdrew the sword from his palm, blood dripping from the blade.

Throughout the process, he didn't even flinch. He discarded the sword and approached Huo Mei'er.

The coquettish young woman swallowed nervously, forcing a strained smile.

As her smile began to form, Yang Kai was suddenly before her, his bloodied hand gripping her slender neck with a vice-like grip before hurling her to the ground.

Her delicate body hit the ground with a muffled thud, and a harsh, painful cry escaped her throat.

Yang Kai leaned over, a smile playing on his lips as he observed her.

Huo Mei'er's heart raced in panic. She quickly stammered, "I'm not with them. I'm from the Blood War Society. I didn't attack the disciples of the Lingxiao Pavilion."

"Is that so?" Yang Kai's smile was inscrutable.

"Yes," Huo Mei'er, seeing that there was still room for negotiation, felt a glimmer of hope. Although she was a woman and her strength was not superior to Cheng Shaofeng's, she possessed an advantage others lacked.

That advantage was her body!

"You... are quite formidable," Huo Mei'er mustered her courage, extending a delicate hand to Yang Kai's chest. When she withdrew it, her hand was stained with blood, which she boldly licked clean.

Instantly, a stunning, captivating beauty appeared on her ruby-red lips. Her enchanting eyes sparkled with a strange allure.