"Bang!"
The faces of the more than 50 people turned ashen. They could only hear the thumping of their own and their companions' hearts.
Some of them even wanted to cry. No one wanted to die. Even if they were World Kings, they still hoped to live for a long time.
Moreover, they still had family members waiting for them at home.
But at this moment, there was nothing they could do other than wait for death.
This was probably one of the worst feelings they had ever felt in their lives.
Yang Qingxuan said, "From the looks of it, all of you seem to have come to your senses."
The leader of the Ning Family disciples, a middle-aged man with a cultivation base of three stars, shouted, "Who are you?!"
Yang Qingxuan's figure walked out of the misty spiritual energy. His resolute face was revealed to the Ning Family disciples.
"Y-you're Yang Qingxuan!"
The middle-aged man with a cultivation base of three stars was shocked. However, his eyes immediately lit up as he shouted, "You're also at the early stage of three stars!"
As if a glimmer of hope had appeared in his heart, he shouted, "Everyone, don't be afraid. Calm down! This person's cultivation base is the same as mine. I've been at the early stage of the Thousand Realms Whirling for more than 500 years. I'm considered one of the best among my peers. With everyone's help, we can win this battle! "
In order to boost their morale, he almost shouted the word 'win'.
"Yes! We can win! We can definitely win! "
Everyone shouted desperately to boost their courage. They had forgotten that the leader of the second grand formation was a late-stage Thousand Realms Whirling cultivator.
"Kill!"
The middle-aged man with a cultivation base of three stars shouted crazily as he raised his aura to the extreme.
However, before he could finish shouting the word 'kill', his voice seemed to freeze.
The morale of the surrounding Ning Family disciples had just been boosted when they seemed to sense that something was wrong. They turned around in shock and saw that there was a deep sword wound on their leader's body that went from his left shoulder to his lower right.
The middle-aged man's face was lifeless. His eyes slowly lost their luster as his upper body slid down bit by bit. Blood spurted out from his wound and splattered everywhere.
"Ah! Ah! "
The people who had just been injected with chicken blood were scared out of their wits. Their fighting spirit instantly collapsed.
Trembling cries filled the air.
"Hehe."
The middle-aged man's upper body slid down, revealing Onishi's ferocious face. He grabbed the middle-aged man's soul and ate it.
"Ah! Run away quickly! — — "
Finally, a disciple of the Ning Clan couldn't hold on any longer. His Dao Heart had completely collapsed. With a cry, he fled with all his might into the distance.
Yang Qingxuan's halberd moved. Just as he was about to pursue and kill, his heart suddenly jolted. He shouted, "Not good!"
"Boom!"
In the distance, the fleeing Ning Family disciple's body exploded, turning into a fine powder. Not even his flesh remained.
Immediately after, the bodies of the four Ning Family disciples who had fled a little further exploded one after another. They were all incomparably miserable.
A cold voice sounded out, "The Ning Family doesn't need trash that can run away."
The Ning family disciples that hadn't escaped yet were filled with fear and joy. They looked at the person walking over and shouted, "Hahahaha, it's Lord Zi Ran! That's great, it's Lord Ziran. We're saved! "
All of them celebrated, hugged their heads, and cried. They felt the happiness of surviving a calamity.
Yang Qingxuan only felt cold all over. There wasn't a trace of warmth from head to toe.
But all of a sudden, this cold feeling of impending death, as a beautiful figure descended, the ice disintegrated, and he regained his senses.
"Yang Qingxuan, it's really you!"
The beautiful figure was Zi Xia. She was surprised, happy, and in disbelief. Her beautiful eyes were filled with shock. "Y-you've broken through one star and entered the Three Star Thousand Realms Whirling!"
Yang Qingxuan said, "What do you mean it's really me? Is there someone else impersonating me? "
Zi Xia was stunned. "That's not what I mean. Did you break all of these Formations? Including the Formations on the four auxiliary planets? "
Yang Qingxuan grunted. "Did you send someone else to sneak in?"
Zi Xia's brain short-circuited. She seemed to be unable to think. She shook her head and said, "No, no, that's not what I meant. How did you do it?"
Yang Qingxuan snorted and smiled faintly. "What's so difficult about it? Wouldn't it be easy to kill these ants guarding the array? "
Zi Xia said, "What about the cultivators chasing you?"
Yang Qingxuan said, "I've already sent those ants to the Ning Family's ancestors to eat lunch boxes."
"Damn it!"
Ning Ziran, who had been listening from the side, roared crazily and rushed towards Yang Qingxuan. He was so angry that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Pay with your life!"
How many people from the Ning Family had he killed?
In the past ten thousand years, other than the war between the Ning and Jiang Families, this was probably the person who had killed the most Ning Family disciples.
Zi Xia's figure suddenly flashed, and she pushed Yang Qingxuan behind her. She rushed towards Ning Ziran and laughed cheerfully. "Haha, you think you'll pay with your life just because you said so? Do you think you're a heavenly Dao Body? You're just a piece of trash. "
With a disdainful sneer, she put her hands together in front of her and then spread her fingers. Countless thin needles condensed from the energy of reincarnation appeared around her and shot towards Ning Ziran.
Although Ning Ziran was furious, he was still clear-headed. When he saw the needles of reincarnation, he was so frightened that he turned around in the air and dodged them.
Zi Xia shouted, "Yang Qingxuan, continue breaking the Formations. Leave this trash to me."
Her figure flashed, and she chased after Ning Ziran and beat him down.
Those Ning Family disciples who thought they had just escaped with their lives were all dumbfounded. Then, the smell of blood and the screams of their companions woke them up from their shock one by one. Suddenly, they fell from a happy paradise into an asura hell.
"Ah! Ah! — — "
Screams rang out. In a few blinks of an eye, the fifty or so Ning Family disciples were divided between Yang Qingxuan and Onishi.
Then, a sword and a halberd slashed into the Formations.
"Boom!"
The third Formations were destroyed.
… …
Outside the Realms.
Large amounts of corpses, weapons, rocks, and flesh floated within the Defensive Zones.
Occasionally, there would be huge bursts of light. The two factions were still fighting bitterly.
However, the Ning Family disciples had already begun to retreat. They were only holding on with their willpower. As the Defensive Zones weakened, it was a second blow to their spirits.
Ning Wuyun and Jiang Tianzhen were both covered in blood.
The two families were enemies, and there was no possibility of coexistence. It was either you die or I die.
When the Defensive Zones weakened for the third time, Ning Wuyun's Dao Heart finally collapsed. He roared, "Retreat! Everyone, retreat to the Realms! "
With that, he no longer cared about fighting Jiang Tianzhen. He hurriedly led his team into the Realms.
Jiang Tianzhen's eyes shone with ecstasy. He shouted, "Chase! Chase them into the realmverse and kill them all! "
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