Chapter 11 Crisis

Intense killing intent suddenly flashed in the dilapidated courtyard, and a raging fighting spirit blazed like fire on the three of us.

In that instant!

In just a split second, two forces collided fiercely within a small space.

Although the battle of wills was invisible and intangible, it was enough to chill one to the bone.

The actions of all the Yin spirits in the courtyard stagnated for a moment before erupting again, but the situation between us was instantly reversed.

As the cat's claws slashed across Feng Ruoxing's throat, what burst out from Feng Ruoxing's body wasn't the muffled sound of a severed throat, nor the sound of blood spraying, but a sharp, ear-piercing sound of cat claws scraping against metal.

Although the black cat didn't know when Feng Ruoxing had hidden something like an iron plate under his throat, it knew that its claw not only failed to subdue the enemy, but exposed itself to danger. It immediately pushed off Feng Ruoxing's back with its hind legs, somersaulted in the air several times, and headed straight for the ground.

Before the black cat's front paws touched the ground, Feng Ruoxing grabbed the scruff of its neck and lifted it up. Feng Ruoxing, carrying the black cat, shuffled his feet and appeared in front of Ye Yang, holding the black cat up to meet the wooden stick smashing down on Ye Yang's head.

The black cat instantly puffed up in Feng Ruoxing's hand, its fur standing on end, its tail swelling several times in an instant, and all its claws extended from their sheaths, like steel hooks raised in the air. But it couldn't break free from Feng Ruoxing's hand gripping its neck, and watched helplessly as the stick smashed down on its head.

As the black cat sank with Feng Ruoxing's arm in a miserable cry, the hand I used to hold the oil lamp suddenly flipped outwards. The oil in the lamp was shaken into the air, turning into a wall of fire that spread towards the straw figure.

Flames immediately erupted on the straw figure. I turned sideways, grabbed the straw figure's feet, and threw it outwards. The human-shaped fireball flew three meters horizontally, collided with the figure behind Ye Yang, and then pressed down on Ye Yang, who was sitting on the ground.

The calm and collected Ye Yang finally moved. The Zhan Ming Dao (Life Severing Blade) in his hand suddenly flipped backwards, and the violently swirling blade, like a net, swept both the black and white figures into the light of the blade.

Then, the blade light that flew forward and rolled upwards swelled several meters as it passed over Ye Yang's head. After the two figures were crushed by the blade in mid-air, they merged into Ye Yang's blade light.

From my angle, I could just see a long blade, alternating between red and white, standing upright in mid-air. The blade, composed of firelight and Yin wind, was sometimes red and sometimes white, and was soul-stirring.

Yin Yang in One Line!

I couldn't help but gasp. Ye Yang could also achieve the Yin Yang Interconversion? My Taiji Slash could only achieve Yin Yang balance because of the Black and White Dual Blades. Ye Yang had actually achieved this with just a weapon that didn't belong to him.

Before my shock subsided, Ye Yang's blade light had already slashed down on Wei Junyong. Scarlet flames and invisible Yin winds raged from Wei Junyong's center to both sides, surging into the air, pushing horizontally for several meters, while Ye Yang's blade just pressed on Wei Junyong's brow.

The moment Ye Yang's blade fell, I seemed to hear the sound of a thread breaking, flashing across Wei Junyong's body.

My gaze also focused on Wang Butcher, who was being suppressed by the ghost. Even now, the man and ghost were still locked in a stalemate, each strangling the other's neck.

Feng Ruoxing, carrying the black cat, drew his short sword and stood side by side with me.

I said in a deep voice: "Stab Wang Butcher under the ribs, don't kill him, can you do it?"

"I can!" Feng Ruoxing only said "I can," and the two of us shot towards Wang Butcher at the same time.

Feng Ruoxing was halfway there when a cold light suddenly flashed from his toes—a three-inch-long sword tip ejected from the tip of Feng Ruoxing's shoe, and stabbed rapidly towards the gap in Wang Butcher's ribs.

As the sound of the sword piercing flesh came from under Wang Butcher's ribs, the short sword on Feng Ruoxing's toes immediately advanced another half inch, completely piercing into the other party's ribs. The moment Wang Butcher's blood dripped outwards along Feng Ruoxing's toes, shimmering green flames also overflowed from Wang Butcher's facial features.

At this moment, I raised my hand and slapped the ghost, forcibly pushing it into Wang Butcher's body.

"Feng Ruoxing, watch Wang Butcher, don't let her die!" After leaving those words behind, I rushed to Ye Yang's side in a few steps: "How is it?"

Ye Yang said with a gloomy face: "Wei Junyong's life has been saved, but I couldn't kill the Bai one."

I reached out and felt under Wei Junyong's neck: "Can he wake up?"

Ye Yang shook his head slightly and said, "It's hard to say. I have to..."

While Ye Yang was speaking, I already heard footsteps coming from outside the door. About a dozen people were rapidly approaching the Wang family mansion.

I said in a deep voice, "Bring everyone into the house for treatment. Make sure they wake up within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

I turned around and walked towards the gate. As soon as I stood at the gate, I saw one of the notaries leading a team of people blocking the Wang family's gate.

I said with a gloomy face, "What are you here for?"

The other party stretched his head to look into the Wang family's courtyard, but couldn't see anything. He then said, "We found out that the Wang family is haunted by evil spirits. We came up to see what happened here. Step aside!"