Silver robe and silver mask. These four simple words caused the small courtyard to sink into silence.
The servant who came to report saw this strange scene and was momentarily shocked. He did not know what was going on.
In the silence, Yun Tianyang was the first to react. He waved his hand to dismiss the servant.
When only the Seven Tigers of the Northwest were left in the small courtyard, Mo Wen Tian could not hold it in any longer. He said in a low, muffled voice, "The person who was found outside is the person that your master mentioned, Old Yun?"
"It's possible," Yun Tianyang said in a low voice, "I think we should send someone to test him. Let's go first …"
"Old Yun, be careful!" Before he finished speaking, he saw Mo Wen Tian, who was next to him, pouncing over and blocking his back. He looked ahead vigilantly.
Yun Tianyang suddenly turned his head and saw a silver figure standing at the door.
This person was dressed in a silver robe and wore a silver mask on his face. No one could see his face clearly, but they could not help but feel a trace of coldness.
"Where is Ah Xiu?" The silver-robed person's gaze swept across the small courtyard. He actually ignored all the Seven Tigers of the Northwest and asked about Ah Xiu's whereabouts.
This silver-robed person did not have any aura. He looked like an ordinary person who had never practiced martial arts. However, Yun Tianyang did not dare to look down on him.
An ordinary person did not have the ability to appear in front of him without a sound.
"My master is in seclusion, trying to break through the legendary realm of the Void Shattering Realm!" Yun Tianyang said coldly. He hoped that his master's realm would be able to shock the person in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the silver-robed person laughed out loud. "Your master is in seclusion now. She will never be able to take that step in her lifetime. Let me help her."
Before anyone else could speak, Yun Tianyang raised his eyebrows. His heart was filled with anger. He snorted coldly and said, "My master's cultivation is not up to you to interfere!"
"That's right!" Mo Wen Tian touched his bald head and said, "Old Yun's master's martial arts have already reached the pinnacle. Only someone like you can …"
Before he finished speaking, a silver figure flashed in front of him. He only felt a pain in his abdomen, and his vision floated up high.
I … am I flying?!
This was Mo Wen Tian's last thought. After that, he didn't know anything else.
In the eyes of Yun Tianyang and the others, the silver-robed man's silhouette flickered, and he had already kicked Mo Wen Tian's abdomen, sending the latter flying.
Not long after he flew up, a bloody mist burst out of his abdomen. His internal organs had been completely crushed by the power, and he no longer had any vitality.
The small courtyard was silent again, and then Yun Tianyang roared angrily, "You're courting death!"
In an instant, he drew out his sword and stabbed it at the back of the silver-robed man without thinking.
This sword strike contained the essence of everything he had learned in his life, and it was also compatible with his current state of mind and intent. It could be said to be the strongest sword strike Yun Tianyang had ever performed in his life.
As the sword stabbed out, Yun Tianyang could not help but think, 'Facing this sword, even Master would have to be careful …'
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing could be heard. The silver-robed man didn't even bother to dodge, allowing the sword to stab into his back. However, Yun Tianyang couldn't even penetrate an inch.
What kind of monster was this?
Yun Tianyang felt a chill in his heart. He finally understood why Master had told him to run as far away as he could.
Before he could finish his thought, Yun Tianyang felt his vision go black, as though a fist had landed on his face …
…
After an unknown period of time, Yun Tianyang slowly regained consciousness, and he felt a piercing pain on his face.
He couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it, only to discover that his entire nose had caved in. His originally handsome face had most likely been completely ruined.
Being disfigured was a small matter. What was most difficult for him to accept was that the small courtyard had long been filled with blood, and his six brothers and sisters were now lying neatly in front of him.
The six of them had either had their abdomens pierced, their heads blown off, or their limbs torn off. None of their corpses were complete.
"Old Mo! Lin Feng! Everyone … everyone … "Yun Tianyang stood up, calling out to his companions one by one, but he had long since received no response.
"Ah!" Yun Tianyang roared crazily.
Three days later, the disfigured Yun Tianyang took up the banner alone. He led a group of people from the pugilistic world, who had just gathered not too long ago, to kill their way to the middle of the continent. They headed straight for Martial Union City.
Yun Tianyang, who had gone through such a calamity, had a drastic change in temperament. He became taciturn, and he, who could be said to be as gentle as jade, suddenly became ruthless and harsh. He would either beat or scold the soldiers under him.
But at the same time, his martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds.
In a short period of about a month, the rebel army had conquered sixteen cities of the Martial Alliance. A total of seven Soul Conduit realm warriors had died in Yun Tianyang's hands.
What was even more surprising was that these seven Soul Conduit realm warriors had lined up to be killed by Yun Tianyang. Only one of them would appear every time.
Every time he attacked, Yun Tianyang's strength would increase by a notch. Up to now, the former leader of the "Northwestern Seven Tigers" had the reputation of being the number one expert in the world.
In many people's eyes, only the Martial Alliance's Alliance Leader, Qin Yuezhi, was qualified to fight Yun Tianyang.
…
Amidst the chaos in the world, a figure slowly appeared deep in the mountains of the Western Regions.
This person was dressed in a bright yellow muslin dress. As she stood in the snowstorm, not a single snowflake landed on her body. She was none other than the "Goddess Zhongli", A'xiu.
"I'm still lacking a little." She looked up at the snowstorm as she muttered softly. The sword on her back seemed like it would never be unsheathed, but it contained boundless sword intent.
She had entered reclusive training this time because her disciple had been implicated by her, nearly having her entire clan wiped out. She wanted to use the pent-up frustration in her heart to break through the final hurdle.
However, things did not go as she wished. She was still lacking that final step, and was stuck in front of that door.
This was not the first time A'xiu had encountered such an experience in the past twenty years. She did not feel conflicted as she walked down the mountain step by step.
Only when she reached the foot of the mountain and found someone to inquire about her disciple's situation did A'xiu get a shock. So many things had happened in the world while she was in reclusive training.
"The six people who are known as the Northwestern Seven Tigers along with Tianyang were killed by a silver-robed man …"
"Tianyang went berserk and gathered his men to head straight for Martial Alliance City …"
"Conquering sixteen cities in a month, killing seven Soul Conduit realm grandmasters …"
The information was verified one by one and gathered in A'xiu's hands. It was too much for her eyes to take in at that moment. Only in the end did she know that something was amiss.
This was because the last piece of news was that the rebel army led by Yun Tianyang had arrived at Martial Alliance City!
"It must be that person's plot!" When A'xiu heard the silver-robed man's appearance, she did not need to think much to immediately confirm the answer.
With that person's strength, even twenty years ago, he could easily kill a Soul Conduit realm warrior, what more now?
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