Chapter Fifty-Five: Two People Slaughter a Crowd!

Witnessing this scene, not only the cultivators present but also many people in front of their televisions wore expressions of utter shock.

Many were so astonished that they rose to their feet.

There had always been rumors about Inspector Ye’s unfathomable combat strength, and now, they had finally seen it with their own eyes.

He had slain a cultivator at the early Stellar level as easily as slaughtering a chicken. Unless Inspector Ye’s power had already reached the Transcendent Star realm!

But how could this be possible?

How could a cultivator at the early Stellar stage possess the might of the Transcendent Star level?

While the crowd of cultivators reeled in disbelief and confusion, Yang Ye crooked his finger at the stunned cultivators from Fusang, smiling as he said, “I told you before, come at me together. Wasting this inspector’s time by coming one by one is pointless.”

No sooner had Yang Ye finished speaking than the Fusang cultivators finally snapped out of their daze.

Koyo Nakamura narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and said coldly, “In that case, let’s attack together! Kill him!”

With that, he raised his hand and swung it down.

Five sword-bearing Fusang cultivators leapt forward, drawing their blades and slashing toward Yang Ye.

Almost at the same moment, Koyo Nakamura and the others unleashed powerful star energy, which swept through the air to envelop Yang Ye.

Dozens of streams of star force converged, distorting the light around Yang Ye, casting a faint blue glow under the sunlight.

At this moment, Yang Ye seemed to be enshrouded in a translucent blue bubble.

The grass and earth beneath his feet were compressed by the immense star force, pulled together beneath him and condensed into a solid mass.

Under the oppression of so many star energies, the Solar Gauntlets on Yang Ye’s hands released even greater power, resisting the force that wrapped around him.

For a brief instant, Yang Ye was unable to move, his internal star energy madly absorbed by the Solar Gauntlets.

A series of muffled, rapid collision sounds rang out as the five Fusang cultivators slashed at Yang Ye, but each blow was stopped by an invisible shield, producing dense, heavy thuds.

Amidst the flurry of blades, Yang Ye stood as unyielding as a rock!

“Courting death!” At that moment, Long Xiaoqing shouted coldly. Her figure flashed, appearing beside Yang Ye, her slender, graceful leg sweeping fiercely at one of his attackers.

Long Xiaoqing’s speed was as swift as lightning; the man barely had time to raise his blade in front of him.

The sword was forged from rare metals extracted from the bones of star beasts—tougher than ordinary alloy and capable of cutting through star energy.

Yet—

With a thunderous crack, the Fusang cultivator was sent flying, blade and all, by Long Xiaoqing’s sweeping kick. The blade shattered; the man perished.

Without pausing after felling one with her leg, Long Xiaoqing flashed before another Fusang cultivator, smashing her fist down upon his head.

Another explosive sound—the man’s skull burst apart.

Faced with such a bloody scene, whether present or watching from home, many spectators instinctively closed their eyes.

After dispatching two, Long Xiaoqing’s figure flickered again as she charged toward Koyo Nakamura, who was hiding among the crowd.

For Long Xiaoqing, killing these early Stellar underlings brought no sense of accomplishment. It would be far more satisfying to take down one of the big ones.

The moment Koyo Nakamura saw Long Xiaoqing appear, he immediately withdrew the star force pressing down on Yang Ye and retreated.

His reactions were quick. As soon as he dodged aside, Long Xiaoqing’s reaper-like leg swept through the spot where he had just stood.

Missing her mark, Long Xiaoqing spun powerfully in midair, driving her shin into the head of a mid-Stellar Fusang cultivator.

With a dull boom, that man’s skull also shattered.

The sounds of heavy collisions rang out as Long Xiaoqing’s form flickered through the crowd. All struck by her were either killed outright or grievously wounded.

Under her assault, the team of a hundred could no longer maintain their combined star force against Yang Ye and broke formation, scattering.

With a thunderous surge, Yang Ye shook off the weakened star energy still enveloping him. Planting his feet, he appeared before a Fusang cultivator, grabbed his neck, and twisted sharply.

The crisp snap of breaking bones rang out.

“Baka!” A nearby Fusang cultivator roared, slashing at Yang Ye with his blade.

Yang Ye did not retreat, but advanced, punching out with his fist.

Steel shattered; Yang Ye’s fist crashed into the man’s chest, unleashing a spiraling force that instantly pulverized his heart.

This was no duel—it was a massacre!

Two people slaughtering a horde.

Koyo Nakamura was terrified, a thought both humiliating and desperate flashing through his mind:

Escape!

After a hundred years of cultivation, he had finally reached the Stellar level and hoped to break through to the Transcendent Star realm. How could he die here?

He was not alone in this thought.

Before he could act, another late-Stellar Fusang cultivator leapt into the air, unleashing powerful star force as he sprinted toward the top of the soccer field.

But in that instant, a shadow flashed above him.

Long Xiaoqing!

A series of explosive blows rained down from above.

Long Xiaoqing relished anyone who tried to flee into the air; to her, they were helpless targets.

Under her relentless barrage, the late-Stellar Fusang cultivator coughed blood continuously, utterly unable to resist, until she pounded him from the sky back to the ground.

A chance!

Koyo Nakamura’s eyes flashed. He kicked a fellow countryman toward Long Xiaoqing to distract her, then leapt into the sky.

A specially fitted rocket round appeared, trailing a long white tail as it slammed into Koyo Nakamura.

An explosion burst forth, engulfing him in scorching flames.

Enveloped in fire, his body was burned to a crisp by the near ten-thousand-degree temperature. With a miserable scream, he crashed to the ground.

He was not yet dead, however. Smoking and naked, he staggered to his feet.

Yang Ye glanced over to see Warden Zhu Xiong of Xia Capital Prison standing nearby, grinning broadly as he hefted a still-smoking rocket launcher, his white teeth gleaming.

In that brief distraction, a late-Stellar Fusang cultivator seized the opportunity and smashed his fist into Yang Ye’s back.

With a heavy thud, Yang Ye was sent flying, plowing a deep furrow through the turf before coming to a halt.

That was a full-force blow from a Stellar cultivator.

Seeing Yang Ye lying prone, many people widened their eyes in concern.

“Damn it! How embarrassing!” Yang Ye clenched his fists, sprang to his feet, and shot toward the Fusang cultivator who had ambushed him.

The people of Fusang now understood—the cultivators of Huaxia were not going to let them leave alive.

There was nothing left but a death struggle.

To their credit, they were a ruthless bunch. Howling, they charged at Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing with reckless abandon.

But no matter how fierce their spirit, it could not bridge the gap in power between them and Yang Ye and Long Xiaoqing.

In less than half an hour, the once-pristine soccer field was pockmarked with craters, littered with the bodies of Fusang cultivators.

Some lay dying, moaning weakly.

Yang Ye waved his hand.

Tang Youzhong, Wang Sheng, and the others who had come with him stepped forward, crushing the severely wounded one by one, ending their suffering.