The instant the two red lanterns approached the courtyard wall, a gust of yin wind rose from outside the wall, visibly swirling and lifting the lanterns to prevent them from falling to the ground.

Wang the Butcher repeatedly pressed down with his bloody fan, but the two red lanterns only trembled in the air, unable to advance any further.

Ye Yang gently tapped the ground with his fingers a few times. My right hand followed, forming a sword with two fingers, and I slashed outward at my chest. The rope binding the Nine Ring Life-Severing Blade snapped into two pieces at my fingertips, and the blade fell to the ground behind me.

Ye Yang's fingers, which had been pressed to the ground, flicked upward and caught the hilt, grabbing the blade.

As soon as Ye Yang raised his long blade, I transmitted my voice to Feng Ruoxing: "When the fighting starts, keep an eye on that black cat. If necessary, kill it."

Feng Ruoxing's brow twitched slightly before returning to its original state.

I gently tapped the ground, sending a message to Ye Yang: Are you confident?

The sound of Ye Yang tapping the blade's hilt echoed back: Thirty percent!

I continued tapping the ground: I'll add twenty percent.

"That's enough," Ye Yang replied directly this time, without tapping the hilt.

"Meow—" After a cry, the black cat stared at Ye Yang, but Ye Yang had already returned to his former calm and collected state.

In the next instant, a sudden explosion erupted outside the gate of the Wang family mansion. The two gates of the Wang family, under the impact of tremendous force, charged towards me like two giant blades.

"Blade rise, Ten Blades Across the Sky—" As I slammed a palm into the ground, ten gusts of blade wind erupted in front of the gate. The crescent-shaped blade energy, swirling with a strange whistle that tore through the sky, collided with the two flying gates.

The two-inch-thick wooden gates were instantly split into several pieces by the blade wind. The shattered wood, far from losing momentum, scattered in the air, raining down on the second killing array.

"Fire rise, Flames Ignite the Sky—" As my second palm struck the ground, the second killing array, which should have been blocking the courtyard, failed to activate in time. The wooden debris flying through the air directly struck the formation's core.

The wood shattered the formation, causing a series of explosions. I also spat out a mouthful of blood and fell sideways to the ground.

Even though I was suffering from the backlash of the formation, I didn't forget to protect the oil lamp.

As I gripped the edge of the oil lamp with one hand, my palm acting like a lampshade to protect the flame, the cluster of light mercilessly scorched my palm. The smell of burning human skin filled the air from my hand, and a pair of black combat boots appeared in the corner of my eye.

A straw figure!

I only glanced at the other's ankles and saw the straw exposed outside the shoe tops.

When I turned my head again, the straw figure that I had fed with blood had already stood in front of me, its face now bearing a mouth drawn in blood.

The straw figure smiled coldly and stepped on my other wrist: "You don't want me to take your life, but I'm already alive. You should give me your life!"

My first reaction was to shout sternly, "Protect the lamp!"

"You can't protect it!" The person who spoke this time wasn't the straw figure, but Wang the Butcher. Wang the Butcher had been pinned to the ground by a white figure—the ghost from the wailing wall outside had entered, and her target was Wang the Butcher.

"Feng…" As I was about to call out to Feng Ruoxing, I saw the black cat wrap its arms around Feng Ruoxing's neck from behind, its two front paws simultaneously pressing against Feng Ruoxing's throat. If the black cat exerted even a little force, Feng Ruoxing would be slashed and bleeding.

The black cat, having controlled Feng Ruoxing, didn't forget to turn its head and sneer at me when it heard me call for help: "Who else do you want to call? You can see what's behind your companion."

What was behind Ye Yang?

A figure holding a stick!

The person appeared in the courtyard silently, just like in the daytime, holding a stick aimed at the back of Ye Yang's head. As the faint bloody smell emanating from the dark red wooden stick drifted in the wind, the black cat's voice sounded again: "What other skills do you have left? I thought the famous Liangjie Tang would have some amazing abilities. I didn't expect that in front of their master, you couldn't even last a single round. Be on your way! Having someone to accompany you on the road won't be so lonely."

Ye Yang suddenly spoke, "Don't you want to know what I meant by that just now?"

The black cat's face showed a tangled expression, like a human's.

A cat is still a cat. Even if it becomes a spirit, it can't change its inquisitive nature; it wants to investigate everything.

Ye Yang's words were like bait placed in front of it. It knew there was danger hidden inside, but it still couldn't help wanting to know what secret was there.

"You…" The black cat had only uttered one word when the fur on its body suddenly stood on end, and its eyes revealed a murderous intent filled with fear. Da Feng Novel

The black cat hadn't escaped its own nature, but under someone's command, it was frightened to the point where its fur stood on end, and it no longer dared to care about any secrets: "Kill!"

With a strange cry, the black cat's claws suddenly tore across Feng Ruoxing's throat.

The stick behind Ye Yang also came crashing down towards the back of his head.