Chapter 54: Pursuers

The second wave of black-robed people appeared half a quarter of an hour later.

Receiving Zhu Gaoyang's warning, Pei Ye first hid in the dark to observe. He counted about four or five, who should have gathered after receiving the signal from the first black-robed person.

Knowing that waiting would only bring more, he first quietly put Zhu Gaoyang down, suddenly appeared to strike first, and killed toward the nearest black-robed person on the left.

However, this person's agility and speed exceeded Pei Ye's expectations. The moment he saw Pei Ye draw his sword, the black robe stepped on a tree trunk and floated backward, never giving Pei Ye a chance to get close.

And Pei Ye's momentum halted, and the remaining black robes immediately surrounded him. The one who had retreated several zhang in front also straightened his body while pressing on his blade.

Pei Ye looked around. Four or five black-robed people were watching him like tigers, high or low. Their postures were all solemn and defensive, clearly quite wary of the corpse that had been left with only clothes in front.

He held his sword horizontally in front, knowing he still had to take the initiative to attack.

His heart pounded like a drum. It wasn't the pressure of being surrounded, but the shock at the germination in his abdomen that had not yet dissipated. Pei Ye had no heart to be still and leaped to kill one of them.

That person immediately retreated, while the people behind pressed up to prepare for support.

The Quail Head was activated at this moment. Pei Ye stepped on a nearby tree trunk, suddenly turned around, and wielded his sword to counter-kill the person behind him.

In the vision of the Quail Head, this person's facial expression showed astonishment, and then his body instinctively stopped and retreated, true Qi surging, greatly reducing the stagnation for this movement.

If it were in normal vision, this black-robed person should have been like a ghost, appearing and disappearing, as if he had no inertia at all.

But under the Quail Head, the transition in the middle was so striking.

This person was clearly much worse than the first one Pei Ye chose to ambush, perhaps the gap between the Seventh and Eighth Life.

Discovering that he couldn't retreat completely for a moment, the black-robed person decisively stopped, drew his blade, and wanted to fight him for a move, waiting for his companions behind to support him.

Unfortunately, they hadn't seen the corpse that had been killed with a single sword, so they hadn't imagined that this move couldn't be fought.

The sword style, which was already elusive, was further interpreted under the blessing of 【Quail Head】 as to what it meant to be invincible by speed. The black-robed person's five senses were instantly snatched away, and he fell into darkness. His own blade didn't know where it had slashed for a moment, and the opponent's sword had already bitten into his throat like a poisonous snake.

The strike hit, and Pei Ye avoided this wounded and dying black-robed person like a snake or scorpion, immediately wanting to leave, but it was still too late. The tentacles that had long been ready in his abdomen were like silk sprayed by a spider, instantly piercing the black-robed person's corpse.

Devouring this corpse like a Taotie, his abdomen jumped violently. Pei Ye's face turned deathly pale, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

That was actually just another tiny germination, but Pei Ye had the illusion that his stomach was about to explode, and he subconsciously touched it.

Pei Ye had never felt such panic and impatience, to the point that he didn't even realize he was murmuring: "Don't come out, don't come out..."

A calm low shout came from his abdomen: "Calm your spirit!"

Pei Ye took a deep breath and stood up. Turning his head, the remaining few black-robed people had all stopped at a considerable distance behind him, their bodies tense, as if facing a great enemy.

Clearly, the scene of their companion being killed with a single sword without any resistance gave them a new understanding of the youth's sword skills before them.

And the scene of him devouring the corpse before their eyes made them even more certain of the youth's identity.

Under the message of the Purple-Robed Shadow Envoy, they had turned back to capture the host who had escaped, and now they had truly encountered him.

Pei Ye knew that such an easy, caught-off-guard kill probably wouldn't happen again.

But just right, he didn't dare to kill anymore either.

Seeing that they didn't dare to approach again, Pei Ye wielded his sword and rushed straight out.

However, the moment he moved, the other side didn't care about their lives at all, blocking him one after another. Pei Ye retreated in astonishment, only to be forced back into the encirclement.

Looking at these people's cold and solemn faces, Pei Ye understood—they didn't fear death at all, they only feared dying too quickly, letting him escape.

Their purpose was to drag him here, drag him until the purple-robed people arrived.

If he insisted on leaving, they were even willing to use themselves as feed to let the cocoon in Pei Ye's stomach hatch here, rather than letting him be taken away by the Immortal Platform with the Candle World Sect's heart's blood.

"Then come." Pei Ye grinned.

The shock that never stopped in his heart was also wearing down Pei Ye's patience. He wielded his sword and rushed again, this time with undisguised killing intent.

The black-robed people blocked him together again. Pei Ye pierced through one person's throat with a sword, while his own waist was pierced by a sword at the same time.

The tentacles in his abdomen flew out to devour the heavily injured person in front, while Pei Ye turned around and slashed, cutting off the forearm of the person behind him.

Black robes from the other two directions also arrived at the same time. The battle instantly entered a tragic stage of trading lives, only he could aim at the opponent's vital points, while the opponent only sought to make him lose his ability to act.

A sword and a blade were aimed at his arm and thigh respectively. As long as one succeeded, he would lose his mobility and be locked here by them.

Although the Quail Head could dismantle a path to survival, the body had its limits. Under the siege of four people from four directions, Pei Ye couldn't attend to everything.

He could only make a trade-off, taking the throat of the person cutting his thigh with a single sword.

But this sword was actually still not full-force, but deliberately left the opponent reaction time, intending to force this person back and then turn around to kill another, to resolve the situation.

But the person in front just rushed up coldly, eyes seeming to only have his leg, even offering his throat to the sword edge.

Pei Ye had no choice but to grit his teeth and kill him, while his left arm felt intense pain; that blade precisely severed his tendons.

The tentacles in his abdomen finished devouring the first person and pounced on the second. The light cocoon in his abdomen germinated again, this time much more obviously. The panic in Pei Ye's heart exploded, but was bound by a ligament—that was the control of his spirit from the Quail Head.

"Don't panic, wield the sword." The black dragon's voice was steady.

The person who severed his left arm was the one he had tried to ambush for the first time. His calmness and agility were the most prominent, and at this moment, he was already flying back.

Pei Ye tried hard to suppress the panic, gritted his teeth, turned his body, and wielded his sword. Perhaps out of instinct, this sword was not another 【Cloud Sky Obscuring Eyes, Losing Feathers】, but subconsciously connected to the second move.

The first move was to strip away all your powerful shells to see if you could still have a firm and brave heart; the second move was to strip away even your firmness and bravery to see if you could still wield this sword in a panicked and flustered state of mind.

Pei Ye wielded it. This move was 【Snowy Night Falling Life, Soul Shock】.

The opponent's calm retreating steps suddenly became flustered, and a look of shock appeared on his cold face.

This had nothing to do with whether he feared death or not. The sword intent was added directly to his state of mind. In the fluster, Pei Ye stepped forward to catch up and pierced his heart with one sword.

The cold blade from behind arrived at the same time. It was the person whose forearm he had severed. Seizing the opportunity when Pei Ye didn't have time to withdraw his sword, he pierced his chest and abdomen with one sword.

Pei Ye turned his head coldly and gripped the sword blade that had pierced into his body.

From his hand, the extreme frost intent climbed up along the sword, instantly covering the black-robed person's body.

The black-robed person shattered inch by inch, like glass.

Pei Ye pulled the sword out of his body, released his hand, and the sword shattered into ice crystal particles like powder. ===== CHAPTER 55 =====