The Thunder Yang Sect and the Luoying Sect were indeed preparing for a marriage alliance.
Yang Dingtian might have been killed by Jiang Tian, but the relationship between the Thunder Yang Sect and the Luoying Sect was still rather good.
Therefore, Huang Linger couldn't help but advise out of goodwill, "Senior Yang, you must not provoke him. You can't afford to!"
"Haha, Ling 'er, he is just a mere Soul Transformation Realm expert. I can't afford to provoke him. You are overestimating him! "
Yang Yongchang spoke with disdain.
"Get lost!"
"What? You don't allow us to move? You are just a Soul Transformation Realm expert, and you want to monopolize the immortal opportunity?"
"What a joke!"
"If you dare to stop us again, we will kill you immediately!"
The Half-Saints and Saints who drank the bathwater were all laughing and chatting as though there was no one around. They didn't even put Jiang Tian in their eyes.
They didn't see Jiang Tian killing Xie Zhangying and the fox-masked Saint. Otherwise, they wouldn't even dare to let out a fart.
The Iron Hand Saint stepped forward and reached out his hand to gently pat Jiang Tian's face. He spoke arrogantly, "Saint Qianmo was protecting you earlier. I didn't kill you!"
"But what about now? She is injured, and her disciples are all dead. She doesn't have the strength to protect you! "
"These puny Soul Transformation Realm experts from the Eastern Empire are just mere ants in my eyes. I can crush them with a wave of my hand!"
"Ants should have the self-awareness of ants. In front of me, you should obediently lie on the ground and die silently. You still want to stop me … "
He was very arrogant and confident that Jiang Tian wouldn't be able to hurt him. Therefore, he was very close to Jiang Tian and patted his face. It wasn't very harmful, but it was extremely insulting.
Jiang Tian suddenly raised his hand and grabbed onto his arm, preventing him from landing. He spoke indifferently, "From the beginning to the end, you old bastard have been acting high and mighty with a sense of superiority. Actually, I really want to ask you. Is a Void Return Saint really that impressive?"
Slap!
Jiang Tian suddenly swung his palm and slapped the Iron Hand Saint's face heavily, sending him flying a few hundred miles away!
He sneered, "As a puny Soul Transformation Realm expert, it feels really good to slap a Void Return Saint's face!"
Seeing this, Lei Yongchang and the others were dumbfounded.
However, in just a few days, this person's strength had actually risen to such an extent?
Saint Qianmo shook her head and smiled bitterly. Sigh, why must the Iron Hand Saint do this? He's already so old, yet he still likes to bully the weak. This time, he's kicked an iron plate.
Rumble!
The Iron Hand Saint was sent flying, crashing into one mountain after another. Huge mushroom clouds rose in the sky. He only stopped after crashing into something several thousand li away.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Iron Hand Saint screamed miserably. Jiang Tian's slap shattered his face.
With his strength, it was not a big deal for him to be able to recover quickly from such injuries.
But it was too insulting!
Being sent flying by a Divine Transformation cultivator, he simply didn't want to live anymore. This was a great humiliation!
Rumble!
The Iron Hand Saint soared into the sky, hovering in the air. His cold eyes glared at Jiang Tian, "Brat, you dare?"
"What's so great about a Return to Void Stage Sage?"
Jiang Tian looked at his palm and said in a mocking tone, "That's right.
"Is the Imperial Advisor of a country very powerful?"
"You were slapped in the face by me, an insignificant Soul Formation Cultivator and an unaffiliated Cultivator!"
He rubbed his palms, revealing a look of sudden realization, and mocked, "That's right.
"I get it, I get it! You're still a little different from ordinary people. Your skin is so thick that it hurts my hand! "
"Don't call yourself the Iron Hand Saint anymore. You should call yourself the Iron Face Saint!"
Hearing this, many people laughed.
"Hahaha! Fellow Daoist, you sure have a sharp tongue. You have a sharp tongue! "
For female cultivators like Huang Linger, even though it was not convenient for them to laugh out loud, they still covered their mouths with their jade-like hands. Their beautiful eyes squinted and trembled as they looked at Jiang Tian in fascination.
"He's talented, powerful and funny. He's the perfect partner!"
After being humiliated by Jiang Tian and mocked by a group of juniors and female cultivators, the Iron Hand Saint was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.
He was the Grand Preceptor of a great country. Even the Emperor had to respect him. Even on this continent, he was a giant level existence. He was like a high and mighty immortal looking down on all living things. But first, his beloved disciple, Ya Chang, was killed by Jiang Tian. He was helpless. Today, he was slapped in the face!
"You're courting death!"
The Iron Hand Saint shouted.
At this moment, no one tried to stop the Iron Hand Saint.
The few Void Return Saints hiding in the dark wanted to use the Iron Hand Saint to exhaust Jiang Tian so that they could find an opportunity.
And Saint Qianmo didn't try to persuade Jiang Tian anymore.
Because Jiang Tian had already proven his strength with his battle results. He was a giant.
She was relieved.
Besides, as a giant, Jiang Tian had been humiliated by the Iron Hand Saint and Ya Chang and was almost killed by the Iron Hand Saint. There was no reason for him not to take revenge.
"Whoosh!"
The endless void was instantly torn apart by the Iron Hand Saint and thousands of miles were flashed under his feet.
He was like a streak of green divine light that pierced through the void. Like a winding lightning bolt, he attacked Jiang Tian at an extremely fast speed.
But in Jiang Tian's eyes, his movements were too slow. He was like an old lady walking in the snow, trembling, careful and slow. Everything was clear.
Jiang Tian looked at the broken part of his face and smiled brightly, showing his white teeth.
"Saint, are you looking down on me? Can you be a little more superior, a little more domineering, and then ruthlessly smash your face into my palm! "
"Go to hell!"
The Iron Hand Saint shouted and took out a Sacred Weapon, which was aimed at Jiang Tian.
This Sacred Weapon was a long golden saber with dragon patterns. It was covered with patterns of the Great Dao and all kinds of Dharma Laws intertwined. It seemed to be able to kill Perfected Immortals and cut Heavenly Gods.
The Iron Hand Saint was enraged. Light shone from heaven and earth in his body. Dharma Laws rumbled and the Great Dao resonated. He poured all his power into this attack.
He swore that he would kill Jiang Tian to avenge his humiliation.
"You're indeed a Void Return Saint. You're ruthless and vicious. You even took out a Sacred Weapon to kill a puny Soul Formation Cultivator like me!"
A mocking smile hung on the corners of Jiang Tian's mouth. He stretched out his hands and suddenly grabbed the Dragon Patterned Gold Saber!
Stopping a Sacred Weapon with his bare hands!
This scene was too shocking!
No one could believe it!
Lian Huahun was overjoyed and snorted. "This kid is too arrogant. He stopped a Sacred Weapon with his bare hands. Isn't he courting death?"
Even Saint Qianmo looked a little worried and couldn't help but complain in her heart.
This Fellow Daoist Jiang just likes to show off and show off in front of others. Can't he just fight steadily and surely?
However, the next moment.
Jiang Tian gripped the dragon-patterned gold-plated long saber firmly. His hand, which was as smooth as jade, was not hurt at all!
Crack!
As Jiang Tian twisted his hand, an even more shocking scene appeared.
The Sacred Weapon was twisted and broken like a fried dough twist.
The Iron Hand Saint's face was pale and cold sweat poured down like a waterfall. The space around him was distorted. That was the result of his Divine Soul being shocked, which caused the Dharma Laws around him to become chaotic!
Clang!
The two of them punched at the same time and an earth-shattering explosion sounded.
The Iron Hand Saint had a strong physical body and was good at fist techniques. He already had an indestructible body!
However, under Jiang Tian's punch, his fist was broken. Blood and flesh flew everywhere. Broken bones and Sacred Blood shone with a crystal luster. A drop of it could crush a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.
"The power of a punch is so terrifying!"
The Iron Hand Saint was extremely shocked. He instantly lost all thoughts of revenge and wanted to turn and run.
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