First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

Yi's figure weaved among the fleeing Noxian soldiers, each flash taking the life of a soldier.

The soldiers were ten kilometers away from the mouth of the Yipu River, yet they felt as if they were still separated from any hope of survival by an abyss.

The soldiers were filled with regret. The resistance they encountered was too weak, and their overconfidence led them to advance deeper into Balue. In the end, all the bitter consequences came back to haunt them.

With Yi fully unleashing the Wuji Sword Technique, his killing speed increased even further.

Twenty minutes later, of the fifteen squads sent by Amistan, totaling two thousand and twenty-four men, only Jill escaped with her life; none survived.

Yi stood atop a mountain of corpses, and throughout the entire process, not a single drop of blood touched him.

One against two thousand, Yi single-handedly thwarted Noxus's attempt to attack Baloo, truly deserving of the title of Young Master Yi.

But Yi's face didn't show much joy of victory.

Indeed, he killed more than two thousand enemies, but how many people of Ionia died? Twenty thousand? Or more?

It was too late for him to come down the mountain.

"Now is not the time to mourn the dead Ionians."

Yi sprang into action again, sprinting in the direction the Noxian soldiers had fled.

"Perhaps there are still some survivors. They are trying to escape to the mouth of the Yipu River, where there must be people waiting to meet them."

His speed did not decrease at all, and he showed no signs of fatigue.

The distance of a few kilometers passed in the blink of an eye for Yi. He could see several surviving rebels fighting with some people in the distance.

"There are still more!" Yi quickened his pace; he didn't want the rebels to die before his eyes.

As Yi approached, just as he was about to raise his longsword, he suddenly stopped.

He discovered that the Noxian soldiers fighting the rebels weren't Noxian soldiers at all; they were just a bunch of kids!

Those children were only in their early teens, with typical Noxian features, and their weapons were nothing compared to those of regular soldiers, or even inferior to the farm tools used for working in the fields.

Their morale was low, and many of them had thoughts of fleeing.

Yi's arrival drew everyone's attention, and the rebels were delighted to see the Taoist robe he was wearing.

"It's the masters of the Wuji Sect! They've finally come down the mountain!"

"Master, many people are dying! Please help us drive away the invaders!"

Yi remained silent for a moment, then his figure flashed past the children again, and no one saw the process clearly.

All they saw was the weapons in the hands of the child soldiers shattering and falling to the ground.

"This is not the place for you. Go back."

Intruders are all bloodthirsty beasts, but Yi is not; he would not do such a heinous thing.

"Master! Are we really going to let them go?" someone asked hesitantly.

In truth, the Ionians didn't really want to harm these child soldiers; they were kind by nature, and these rebels were just trying to protect themselves.

"They were just forced into it. I didn't sense any fighting spirit from them. They are all pitiful people."

The child soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, dropped the broken weapon handles in their hands, and ran towards the boats moored at the river mouth; some even cried.

Except for one person.

The child picked up the broken scythe with its handle cut in half from the ground, let out a battle cry in his childish voice, and charged towards the silver-robed Taoist monk.

An attack of this magnitude posed no threat to Yi. He easily deflected the attack, and his helmet couldn't hide his surprise.

Through the mental helmet, one could see the overwhelming fighting spirit burning within the child, a fighting spirit that hadn't existed just moments before!

In other words, when Yi arrived, the child completely suppressed his fighting spirit, and then took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack in the chaos of the child soldiers fleeing!

"This child...is different from the others!"

Yi knocked the broken scythe from his hand and advised, "Leave. Don't fight for the invaders anymore."

The boy ignored him and roared again. If he didn't have a sickle, he still had his fists.

Yi stopped using his longsword to parry and let the fist hit him. With a slight adjustment of his breathing, he could not feel any attack of this magnitude.

"Enough!" Yi grabbed one of the boy's arms and gently tossed him forward.

The boy lay on the ground, unharmed, but with a look of confusion in his eyes.

Yi noticed this and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy's eyes darted around, focusing on Yi. This time, he finally reacted: "Siddhartha Kain."

Yi squatted down in front of the boy: "So your name is Kayn. I'm asking you, why are you fighting for the invaders?"

“Because the Empire took me in and gave me food,” Kayn replied matter-of-factly.

They are all people with tragic fates... Yi Weiwei shook her head.

"Can you tell me how I can become as strong as you?" Kayn then asked.

Yi paused for a moment. The mental helmet showed that the boy's emotions were enveloped in red, indicating that he had developed a desire for power after witnessing Yi's strength.

“You need a master,” Yi replied. “You have great talent, but I cannot accept you as my disciple. Your killing intent is too strong, and you are not suitable for learning the Wuji Sword Dao.”

“One master…” Kayn raised his right hand, made a grasping motion in the air, then covered his eyes with his arm and said nothing more.

At this moment, Kayn's emotions, in addition to red, also showed some blue.

Yi stood up and said to the surrounding rebels, "Give him some time. He'll leave once he's figured things out."

"Also, Baluo is safe for now; I have repelled the invaders."

A loud cheer erupted from the crowd. In their view, Master Yi's descent from the mountain was just the beginning, and more powerful figures from various sects would join the resistance in the future.

After inquiring about the overall situation of the current battlefield and learning that the main battlefield was in Navoli Province, Yi borrowed a small wooden boat from the rebels and prepared to go to Navoli to fight the enemy.

……

"Something is wrong."

Zed, who had become the Lord of Shadows, led his followers to the province of Baloo. He thought it would be a chaotic battlefield, but he found the surroundings unusually quiet.

"Wasn't there supposed to be a massacre happening here? Where are the invaders?"

Jie cautiously jumped off the boat, wary of any ambushes around him.

Before they had gone far, a cold glint caught Jie's attention.

Jie made a gesture, and the Shadow Cult members around him vanished into their shadows, spreading towards the cold light.

"The leader is a child."

"Are you a survivor?" Jie removed his mask and quickly approached.

"No, he's not an Ionian."

All Zed saw was a Noxian boy lying in the mud, holding a broken sickle used for harvesting wheat.

But what impressed Jie the most was the burning fighting spirit in the boy's eyes.

"I feel like you and I are a good match." The boy grinned. "Would you like to be my mentor?"