Chapter 1317 There's Not Enough of You!

1317 There's Not Enough of You!

In the blink of an eye, Yuan found himself surrounded by four Exiles, all of them exuding immense killing intent.

"Abyssal Quicksand!"

One of them pointed at Yuan's feet, causing the ground beneath him to sink like a quicksand, binding his movements.

"Heart Piercer!"

Another Exile from behind shoved his sword towards Yuan's heart.

However, as if that wasn't enough, the two Exiles at each of his sides were swinging their weapons directly at his neck.

'Are they going to kill him already?! I wanted to capture and torture him!' Xiong Lu cried inwardly as he watched the scene.

Meanwhile, Yuan did not even bother trying to defend himself and stood still in a nonchalant manner.

"What?!" The Exile behind Yuan exclaimed in a shocked voice when he realized that his sword could not pierce Yuan's skin, almost as if there was invisible armor protecting his body.

"Your head is mine!"

A split second later, the Exiles by his side reached his neck with their weapons, but just like the first attack, their weapons were stopped and could not penetrate Yuan's skin, much less take his head.

"What in heaven's name…?"

Everyone there muttered in a dazed voice, as they were unable to comprehend what they were witnessing.

Did the Exiles stop their attack right before they could kill Yuan, or did something stop them? None of the spectators could tell for sure.

"You should put a little more arm strength into your strikes if you want to kill me." Yuan suddenly said in a calm voice.

The Exiles around him suddenly sensed danger and immediately distanced themselves from him, their backs soaked in cold sweat afterward.

"Oh?" Yuan mumbled in a slightly surprised tone. If the Exiles hadn't moved just now, he would've killed them.

"Don't kill him!" Xiong Lu suddenly exclaimed. "If we don't capture him alive, we won't be able to bring out his Exile!"

'I don't think we can kill him even if we tried…' One of the Exiles thought inwardly. He could tell from their failed attack just now that Yuan was a formidable opponent.

"If you want to capture me, you should've brought more people

— a few thousand more Exiles." Yuan smiled.

"You arrogant little bastard…" Xiong Lu gritted his teeth.

He turned to look at the Exiles behind him and roared, "What are the rest of you waiting for?! Get him!"

"Huh? Who the hell are you to command us? And are you really telling everyone here to gang up on a mere child? Laughable."

"If he's just a mere child, then you should have no problem capturing him alone." Xiong Lu sneered back, and he continued, "I think you're scared of him, hence why you're staying back."

"You dare mock me…?"

"He's right." Yuan suddenly interjected. "I think you're all scared. Don't be afraid and come at me at once. I'll even go easy on you."

Hearing his provocation, several more Exiles stepped outside the formation and approached him.

There were a dozen Exiles that surrounded Yuan now, yet he did not seem to be bothered by their presence in the slightest.

In response, Yuan actually stored his Empyrean Overlord and brought out his Starry Abyss.

"It's been a while since I used you. Let's have some fun, shall we?" Yuan mumbled while looking at the beautiful dagger in his grasp.

"He has two Soul Weapons…?" The Exiles were quite startled to see Yuan pull out another Soul Weapon.

Meanwhile, the Players didn't know that Yuan could also wield a dagger, as they had only seen him with the Empyrean Overlord.

'Is this what he means by going easy?' They all wondered.

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The spectators were stunned. Yuan's movements were so swift that the Players couldn't keep up and the Exiles were barely able to follow them.

"Stop using your eyes! Use your divine sense to follow him!" One of the Exiles suddenly shouted.

Even though it seemed obvious, the Exiles were simply too stunned by Yuan's overwhelming prowess to think.

However, even though they could follow Yuan's movements with their divine sense, their bodies were having difficulties responding to his speed.

One by one, Yuan slew the Exiles as though they were mere mortals.

When the spectating Exiles realized the gravity of their situation, they could no longer stand still. More and more Exiles began leaving the formation to fight Yuan.

10… 20… 30…

Yuan had to face 30 opponents by himself. He was constantly bombarded with powerful techniques and even spiritual attacks that tried to mess with his soul.

Unfortunately for the Exiles, Yuan's soul strength was beyond their comprehension, and was not affected by these spiritual attacks in the slightest.

As for the martial techniques, they were not strong enough to break through Yuan's defenses, and even if some managed to injure him a little, his wounds would immediately be restored within the blink of an eye.

Of course, Yuan wasn't just sitting there and letting them attack him for free. Whenever he noticed a gap in their defenses, he would take the chance and slay an Exile without fail.

"This fucking monster! Is he even human?! It feels like I am fighting with a demon instead!" One of the Exiles cursed out loud.

The Players witnessing their fight were just as stunned if not even more shocked.

"Xiong Lu… I thought you said that only Player Yuan's Exile was powerful… If that's the case, how is he fighting so many Exiles at once and still winning?!" Someone from the Ten Great Families looked to him for answers.

Xiong Lu, who was dazed with his eyes wide open, muttered, "I-He began doubting himself and their whole operation.

"Hahaha!" Yuan suddenly started laughing.

"This is quite fun, but there's not enough of you! All of you come at me at once! Entertain me some more!"

"That crazy bastard…"

In the end, more and more Exiles left the formation to join the fight.

Soon, over 70 Exiles were attacking Yuan at once, and rather than fighting a human, it felt like they were subjugating a dangerous monster instead.