"Remember this, all of you, whoever makes it back alive must inform the organization that Moonlight's strength is far greater than we imagined."

"We must inform the organization, and we should also raise our assessment of Moonlight and take him much more seriously."

The Sword Demon, with eyes blazing, looked at the few cloaked figures and said with an unusual seriousness.

"Sir, does even you have no confidence in escaping from his grasp?"

The fire-wielding cloaked figure looked at the Sword Demon in shock and said.

"Heh, don't even mention me. Even the top members of our organization might only have a fifty-fifty chance against him. As for us..."

The Sword Demon scoffed bitterly and then continued:

"Each can only rely on his destiny!"

As the ground levitated to a certain height, Yang Yan suddenly swung his right hand.

With a booming sound, the surrounding mountains began to fracture one after another and, in the blink of an eye, rushed ferociously towards them.

"Oh my, it's starting. It's just like a sci-fi movie! What do they say... Ah, yes! 'With mighty strength, lifting mountains and covering the world'?"

From a distance, Fatty Juechen watched the mountains rushing towards them and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Alright, that woman has started running away, next it's up to you. We'll follow behind, and once you find their position, let us know and we'll take them all down in one go."

Frost Heaven teased Juechen as he spoke.

"Eighteen Swords."

Seeing the mountains flying towards him, the Sword Demon's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly shouted.

Then, he raised his sword and a dazzling silver light shot out, the longsword in his hand slashing out fiercely.

"Boom!"

Although the mountains were under Yang Yan's control, they were still mere stones and were easily cut apart by the Sword Demon.

However, all of this was clearly within Yang Yan's calculations.

He clenched his right hand again, and the stones that were slashed apart began to once again converge.

This time, because they had been cut by the Sword Demon, there were even more stones.

While Yang Yan was dealing with the Sword Demon, the other cloaked figures were not idle either.

The wind-wielding one continuously sent out wind blades to help the Sword Demon cut through the boulders.

Meanwhile, the other two looked warily at another Yang Yan.

"Golden Slash!"

The Sword Demon shouted once more.

This time, the giant sword in his hand glittered with cold light, suddenly shattering apart.

And these shattered fragments transformed into numerous small swords whistling out.

"Oh? Is this the legendary Kunlun Swordsmanship? It seems like you held a high position at Kunlun!"

Yang Yan squinted as he looked at the small swords around him, speaking with an unchanged expression.

"Heh, I'm just a traitor, what position could I hold? Even if there was, it's a thing of the past."

The Sword Demon expressed clear disdain for Kunlun, his words filled with scorn.

"True! I don't care who you are. Even if you were the Sect Leader of Kunlun, you will die here today."

Yang Yan said sternly.

He never planned to let these people return alive.

No matter what, he was determined to kill these people.

"Want to take my life? Let's see if you have that ability."

Being someone who was naturally arrogant, the Sword Demon was naturally angered by Yang Yan's words.

Besides, no one who has cultivated to his level would take kindly to being so disregarded.

"Mist turning into dewdrops, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root."

The Sword Demon growled, and the short swords around him poured down on Yang Yan like a rainstorm.

Even the large boulders in their path were pierced through by these short swords.

"Heh! You dare call this Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root? Don't tarnish the name of Huaxia's Hidden World!"

"I'll have you know, I've seen the real Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root! It was as terrifying as doomsday."

Yang Yan laughed coldly, speaking with disdain.

The Sword Demon ignored Yang Yan's mockery, focusing on controlling each flying sword.

The number of these flying swords was vast, perhaps not ten thousand, but at least a thousand.

Moreover, each sword wielded extraordinary power.

He could control each one as if it were part of his own body.

"Duan Tianya!"

Facing the flying swords rushing towards him, Yang Yan calmly uttered three words.

"Ding ding ding..."

With Yang Yan's words, the short swords flying towards him sounded like they hit an unseen steel barrier, producing a series of crisp sounds.

"What is this?"

The Sword Demon widened his eyes in astonishment, watching Yang Yan in disbelief, speaking out.

He didn't know what method Yang Yan had used.

But he was very aware that his swords encountered something hard before even reaching Yang Yan.

Yang Yan laughed coldly, speaking mockingly:

"Don't put on an inexperienced face, or I'll look down on you."

The Sword Demon shook his head fiercely, gritting his teeth and cursing:

"Damn it, he really is a monster! Not even this level of attack can harm you."

"What kind of Ability User are you? Neither a Qi Cultivator nor a Martial Cultivator, and different from western Superpower Users."

Seeing the troubled expression on the opponent's face, Yang Yan gently shook his head, speaking coldly:

"Your attack power is excellent, and the control is precise, but..."

He intentionally paused here:

"The gap in strength between us cannot be bridged in this way, so watch carefully! You only have one chance!"

After Yang Yan finished speaking, the air around began to tremble.

The next moment, the Sword Demon looked at Yang Yan with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"How... how is this possible?"

The Sword Demon muttered dumbfoundedly.

Watching the opponent's expression, the smile on Yang Yan's face grew even brighter:

"Your strength is impressive, capable of matching my ten best swordsmen."

"If it weren't for meeting me, there's scarcely anyone left in the Hidden World who could defeat you. So, blame your bad fate!"

With that, Yang Yan's eyes became serious, and he slowly spat out two words:

"No Force!"

Before Yang Yan's words finished, the Sword Demon's hair stood on end.

Without calling his men, he turned to flee riding his sword.

"Heh heh—when it comes to escaping, you're far worse than that guy. So, obediently stay!"

Yang Yan sneered.

"Pfft!"

Accompanied by a light sound, the already distant Sword Demon coughed up blood.

Then, like a deflated ball, he fell straight from the sky, disappearing with a splash into the lake.

As for the other three cloaked figures, they didn't even have a chance to react, directly turning into minced meat, leaving no bones behind.

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