"It's that black-clad figure!"

Under the night sky, Qin Yang hovered in mid-air, his gaze icy as it turned towards the black-clad figure who was vomiting.

Earlier, when Qin Yang was fighting the Dark Night Baron, that black-clad figure had been hiding on the side, watching their earth-shattering battle.

If the Dark Night Baron killed that guy, he could report directly to the young master. If that guy killed the Dark Night Baron, he would find an opportunity to slip away quietly.

However, now the outcome was decided. Seeing the ground full of blood and the shredded flesh, the black-clad figure couldn't help but vomit once more, finding the scene too gruesome.

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

Qin Yang's figure flickered, floating above the black-clad figure, speaking coldly.

"It's... It's Young Master Yang..."

Seeing this God of Slaughter approaching, the black-clad figure's face turned ghostly pale and stopped vomiting, his face filled with fear as he hurriedly spoke.

"Yang Buqun, it seems the lesson I gave you wasn't enough!"

Murderous intent surged in Qin Yang's eyes; he was not someone to ignore being attacked.

"Puh."

In mid-air, Qin Yang's face suddenly paled, spitting a mouthful of blood as his energy rapidly declined, his body staggering as if about to fall.

Qin Yang slowly lowered his head; at the wound on his chest, a tiny black flame seeped through the seal, burning the Supreme Yang Rune.

"Such a domineering evil aura."

Qin Yang's face turned grim.

At this moment, the aftereffects of swallowing five small Primordial Spirit Pills began to erupt, causing intense aching in his limbs and bones.

Watching Qin Yang's seemingly precarious state, fear in the black-clad figure's heart diminished, replaced by greed. As long as he seized this chance to kill the young man, Young Master Yang would surely reward him handsomely.

At that moment, the black-clad figure gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes as he pulled a pistol from his pocket.

"Hmph, reckless fool!"

Qin Yang's expression was icy. With a flick of his finger, a Wind Blade was released, slicing through the black-clad figure's throat just as he raised his pistol.

Bang!

The black-clad figure's body fell backward to the ground, eyes wide open, clearly dead.

"It's over."

Qin Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staggering as he descended to the ground.

At this moment, his face was ashen, clearly showing the strain caused by forcefully elevating his cultivation to a High Level Immortal Warrior by swallowing five Primordial Spirit Pills in one go.

The battle with the Dark Night Baron was the most brutal fight he'd encountered on Earth, surprising him with the existence of beastmen and a Blade of Evil at least reaching the level of a top-grade Spiritual Treasure.

On the Immortal Yuan Continent, there were also beastmen, including werewolves, bear people, and panther people. In their human forms, they appeared rugged, while transformed, they resembled true Demon Beasts. In the diverse races of the Immortal Yuan Continent, beastmen were considered a relatively powerful race.

"The Blade of Evil."

Qin Yang inhaled lightly, walked over, and picked up the Blade of Evil.

The black flames on the Blade of Evil had disappeared, yet the sinister runes, like a brand, covered the blade entirely, emitting an invisible, malevolent aura that made Qin Yang's breath catch.

"Although this Blade of Evil is formidable, it doesn't suit me."

Qin Yang's gaze slightly focused as he murmured, recognizing that as a Sword Cultivator, rather than an Evil Cultivator, the blade's aura didn't align with his nature and wielding it might disrupt his mindset.

Nevertheless, while Qin Yang couldn't use it, he wouldn't discard the Blade of Evil either.

The item was ultimately a rare treasure. If he one day shattered the void, returning to the Immortal Yuan Continent, or descended into another Immortal Cultivation civilization, he could auction it off for something valuable.

Setting the Blade of Evil aside, Qin Yang sat cross-legged on the ground.

Currently, his physical condition was poor, with immense pain throughout his body, and his Dantian's Spiritual Power was depleted. The wound on his chest continued to be incrementally burned by the black flame, eroding the seal drawn by the Supreme Yang Rune.

"Yang Buqun, I'll spare your life for one more night."

A trace of coldness flashed deep in Qin Yang's eyes before he closed them, beginning to circulate the Nine Revolutions Star Technique, adjusting to his current state.

Ever since meeting Yang Buqun, he initially ordered people to kidnap Qin Yang's Jadeite, then tried to target Sister Ruan, and later sent assassins to kill him. No matter which Yang Family member he was, Qin Yang couldn't allow someone who constantly wanted his life to remain alive.

This time, Qin Yang was determined to kill him.

The next morning, the warm sunlight spilled from the horizon, shining on the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Qin Yang slowly opened his eyes. After a night of cultivation, the Spiritual Power within him had mostly recovered, though the wound on his chest from the Blade of Evil showed no signs of improvement and had to be sealed again with the Supreme Yang Rune.

"Still lacking in cultivation. After dealing with Yang Buqun, I'll return to Feipu Manor to retreat and cultivate. A strong power is fundamental."

Qin Yang murmured.

Yunshui City Hospital, luxury ward at the top floor.

"Abao, what on earth happened? Didn't you say that person ranked fifteenth on the world assassin list as a super assassin? I got word that in last evening's shooting, no one was harmed."

On a wide hospital bed, Yang Buqun's face was gloomy as he stared coldly at the black-clad figure in front of him.

"Young Master Yang, that guy isn't ordinary. It's possible the first assassination failed, but rest assured, the tasks handled by this person never fail!"

The black-clad figure, Abao, assured him.

Upon hearing this, Yang Buqun maintained a composed face, nodding, apparently knowing some details about the Dark Night Baron.

"By the way, what's up with Along? He went off last night; how come there's still no news?"

Yang Buqun paused for a moment before asking.

"Young Master Yang, Along contacted that person last night. They are probably discussing subsequent assassination plans, hence the delay," Abao said.

"All night to discuss?!"

Yang Buqun's face darkened, frowning as he spoke.

"Young Master Yang, since that person didn't kill him, it's likely they want to capture alive, so it might take longer. Or, perhaps After meeting that person, Along might have gone to some nightclub, indulging his favorite pastime."

A cold sweat formed on Abao's forehead as he spoke.

"Hmph, regardless, that scoundrel must die. I hope my five million dollars wasn't spent in vain; should you bring him back alive, I will tear his bones apart and torture him to death."

Yang Buqun snorted coldly, a strong malicious glint surfacing in his eyes.

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