Feng Peng's tone was cold, and the blade of the sword on Yue Qingxue's neck was still stained with blood.
Elder Sang, who was still twitching and bleeding on the ground, proved Feng Peng's ruthlessness.
Yue Qingxue stood there numbly, looking down at Elder Sang, and her bright eyes were a little blurred.
From beginning to end, she did not care about the sword on her neck.
This kind of indifference made her look like a ghost. There was no trace of human emotion or vitality.
As soon as Feng Peng shouted a threat, Yue Qingxue suddenly bent down and reached out to wipe Elder Sang's eyes, closing his angry eyes. She whispered, "Teacher, death is just a new beginning. There is no need to be afraid."
As she spoke, she chanted the Premier Scripture in a low voice to soothe Elder Sang's soul.
Yue Qingxue acted as if there was no one else around and chanted the scripture in a low voice, which made Feng Peng feel very embarrassed.
Feng Peng's sword was still on Yue Qingxue's neck, but he did not want to really kill Xiaoyue with a sword.
After all, killing Yue Qingxue for no reason would only anger Gao Zhengyang, and there would be no other effect.
But Feng Peng felt very uncomfortable to just let it go like this.
Feng Peng threatened Xiaoyue with his sword, which made Gao Zhengyang look a little embarrassed. But seeing Feng Peng's embarrassed look, it was particularly funny. He couldn't help but smile.
Yue Qingxue's extraordinary personality made her different from everyone else, and she had extraordinary charm.
This was also the reason why Gao Zhengyang admired Xiaoyue.
Feng Peng was, after all, self-conscious and did not want to humiliate a girl. But the killing intent in his heart grew stronger, and he said to Gao Zhengyang, "Are you going to kneel or not?"
Gao Zhengyang looked around and finally fell on Feng Peng. He said, "I can still give you a chance. If you let Xiaoyue go now, you people can still live."
"Don't kneel? Feng Peng lowered his sword slightly, and the sharp edge of the sword drew a line of blood on Yue Qingxue's neck.
Gao Zhengyang's expression kept changing, as if he was considering how to deal with it. Feng Peng wasn't in a hurry. He was forcing Gao Zhengyang.
Compared to face, the girl's life was undoubtedly more important. Gao Zhengyang would definitely give in in the end.
As long as Gao Zhengyang took a step back, he would continue to take a step back. In the end, he could only let him do as he pleased.
Feng Peng was pleased with himself in his heart, but his face was still gloomy and cold.
Beside him, Wind Spirit's face was also filled with joy. She had long disliked Yue Qingxue. And Gao Zhengyang was even more disgusting.
He actually dared to kill her teacher, as well as the other experts of the tribe, all died in his hands.
Feng Ling had already made up her mind. When Gao Zhengyang fell into her hands, she would let Gao Zhengyang have a taste of the skinner's skills.
When he was skinned, he would be thrown into a cesspit to be pickled. He wouldn't die for a few days.
Feng Ling imagined the scene of Gao Zhengyang screaming, and her heart was even more excited. She only hoped that her father could capture Gao Zhengyang as soon as possible, so that she could use her methods to her heart's content.
The other people of the Storm Tribe were also pleased with themselves.
Although using a hostage to threaten was a despicable method, it was enough as long as it was effective.
After all, the Storm Tribe was a tribe that relied on hunting for a living. They cared more about the results than the methods.
Only Feng Yang still had a face of unease. Based on his understanding of Gao Zhengyang, he would never give in.
Feng Yang also hated Gao Zhengyang in his heart, but he respected him even more.
Now, he also knew that he had no way out. If Gao Zhengyang won, all of them would be in trouble.
After hesitating, he still wanted to remind his father that Gao Zhengyang was cunning, and not to be fooled.
Gao Zhengyang looked at Feng Yang's expression and knew what he wanted to do. He thought, "This kid really knows me, but unfortunately, I know you better."
Gao Zhengyang took two steps forward and stood with his hands behind his back. He smiled and said, "How do I kneel, teach me …"
As he spoke, Gao Zhengyang made a special gesture to the white tiger behind him with his hands behind his back.
In these few months, he had tormented the kitten a lot. Although the kitten was still stupid and adorable, it had achieved some results.
It was through this gesture that Gao Zhengyang could order it to use the Mountain Shaking Roar.
The kitten did not disappoint Gao Zhengyang. After seeing the gesture, it immediately opened its mouth and roared.
The kitten followed Gao Zhengyang to eat monsters every day, so the kitten had made great progress.
The kitten was originally at the peak of the third rank, and it had faintly comprehended a higher level of martial soul, which was why it could form the image of the white tiger.
However, limited by its intelligence, the kitten could not progress further. If there were no accidents, it would eventually enter the fourth rank with the accumulation of time.
After meeting Gao Zhengyang, it was forced to become a pet. But it also gained great benefits.
Gao Zhengyang's attainments in martial arts were high, and he had also comprehended the white tiger martial soul.
Through the connection of the beast-taming technique, Gao Zhengyang's white tiger martial soul could resonate with the kitten's image of the white tiger.
Under Gao Zhengyang's intentional guidance, the kitten finally broke through the limit of the third rank and entered the fourth rank.
The kitten also learned to be cunning and became good at hiding its aura. When it released the Mountain Shaking Roar, it relied on the vitality and blood circulation in its body, which was extremely hidden.
Although there were many people present, only the wind roc had reached the fourth rank. He never dreamed that a monster could be so insidious.
It was only when the kitten opened its bloody mouth that he felt something was wrong.
But the distance was too close, and the Mountain Shaking Roar was transmitted by sound. By the time the wind roc reacted, it was already too late.
The wind roc swung its sword with some reluctance, wanting to directly kill Yue Qingxue.
However, a layer of white light suddenly appeared on Yue Qingxue's body. The blade of the sword slid, but it could not cut through the layer of white light.
The wind roc was even more furious and really wanted to use force to kill Xiaoyue. But he was anxious to protect himself and the wind spirit and the others, so he could only give up this tempting idea.
This was also within Gao Zhengyang's expectations. Normal people would protect themselves first, and not risk the danger to kill first.
"Roar …"
The white tiger's Mountain Shaking Roar turned into sound waves and entered everyone's ears like a tsunami.
Except for the wind roc, who was already prepared and closed his ears, blocking most of the sound waves.
Without exception, everyone's ears buzzed, and they instantly lost their hearing.
It was as if they had suddenly fallen into an erupting mountain torrent, moving up and down with the turbulent torrent, unable to control themselves.
After the white tiger entered the fourth rank, the power of the Mountain Shaking Roar increased more than ten times. The most terrifying thing was the impact of the white tiger image on people's minds.
When the Mountain Shaking Roar reached its peak, most people's vision went black at the same time, and they fainted.
They did not even have time to appreciate the power of the white tiger image.
If the sound waves were substantial, they would explode with a bang with the wind roc as the center.
That kind of power was like a 152 cannon bombarding the wind roc's body.
Although the wind roc blocked with his sword, he still could not withstand the explosive impact and was directly sent flying.
The impact of the sound waves spread out in a ring, and everyone was sent flying.
A Mountain Shaking Roar instantly cleared the field. This was the power of the fourth rank white tiger.
Compared to the fourth rank human experts, the power of a fourth rank demonic beast was ten times stronger.
The Mountain Shaking Roar was also the most powerful and domineering.
The wind roc flew back more than thirty meters before he barely managed to stand. The only fortunate thing was that the power of the Mountain Shaking Roar was not targeted at him alone. Apart from his tinnitus and blurred vision, only the blood in his body surged and churned, and he did not suffer much damage.
It was just that the white tiger image had a great impact on his martial soul.
In the wind roc's divine palace, a giant white tiger illusion was still roaring angrily. Although it could not shake his martial soul, it did not feel good.
The killing intent in the wind roc's eyes became even stronger. The white tiger was very powerful, but how many times could its innate ability be used?
As long as it slowly exhausted the white tiger's power, there would always be a chance to kill it. Furthermore, it was obviously Gao Zhengyang's pet beast.
As long as it killed Gao Zhengyang, it would also be dead for sure.
The wind roc was calculating how to avoid the white tiger's attack to kill Gao Zhengyang when a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes. Gao Zhengyang actually charged straight at him.
"You're courting death!" The wind roc could not help but secretly rejoice, holding the Gale Sword to meet him.
Gao Zhengyang's steps were big and fast. With every step he took, the snow and withered grass on the ground were shaken up.
"Boom, boom, boom …"
Gao Zhengyang ran over in a few steps, that feeling was like an elephant running wildly. The ground was already shaking, as if there was an earthquake.
The wind roc slightly narrowed his eyes. The vitality fluctuation on Gao Zhengyang's body was still so low. This huge momentum was completely based on the strength of his body, all the way to the soles of his feet.
He did not know how Gao Zhengyang trained his body to be so strong.
The wind roc was quite surprised. If he did not use the vitality in his acupuncture points, his strength would definitely not be comparable to Gao Zhengyang's.
Unfortunately, no matter how strong brute force was, it was still an outer sect martial art. It could not be compared to him, who had comprehended the mysteries of the force soul.
The wind roc steadied his body and activated the Gale Technique, adjusting the nine acupuncture points in his body.
Threads of vitality surged out from the acupuncture points, connecting with each other, forming an vitality net in his body, finally connecting to the God Palace.
The force soul in the Wind Roc God Palace was a green sword shadow. He was proficient in swordsmanship and comprehended the profound meaning of the Gale Sword Stab. He opened nine acupuncture points and condensed the lowest level of martial soul, which was the force soul.
The so-called force soul was using the profound meaning as the core to comprehend the true power of heaven and earth. This kind of power was not limited to vitality, it also referred to the mind, body, and other kinds of power.
The force soul was equally important to martial artists and sorcerers. It was the first step into the extraordinary, and it was also the foundation.
The wind roc's acupuncture points moved, and the vitality in his body automatically circulated. The vitality flowed in the opposite direction into the God Palace, stimulating the force soul.
The green sword shadow of the force soul shook, and the roaring White Tiger heart image disappeared like a bubble.
The wind roc calmly adjusted the force soul, and once again took control of his body and vitality, raising his condition to its peak.
He did not dare to be careless, he had to kill Gao Zhengyang with one sword. If he let Gao Zhengyang escape, then the White Tiger would be hard to kill.
Moreover, if Gao Zhengyang went crazy before death, he could easily kill the others.
Getting rid of his impetuousness and anger, the wind roc, who was holding the sword, was calm and composed, his spirit focused on the edge of the sword.
The subtle changes in the spirit were displayed, turning into a sharp aura.
Gao Zhengyang could not help but praise, the wind roc indeed had the temperament and bearing of a swordsman.
However, the stronger the opponent, the more excited Gao Zhengyang was, and the more fighting spirit he had.
"Die!"
Gao Zhengyang bellowed, his hands clenched into fists, claws, and punched towards the wind roc's chest.
He looked like a tiger pouncing on its prey, even his fists imitated the tiger's meaty claws.
Most importantly, Gao Zhengyang's ferocious hunting aura completely had the spirit of a tiger pouncing, looking like a human tiger pouncing over.
The wind roc was also slightly surprised, this fist technique already had the spirit, as long as he continued to cultivate, he would be able to condense the martial soul.
"Unfortunately, that day will not come!"
The wind roc laughed coldly, activating the gale stab, the sword light flashed, and arrived in front of Gao Zhengyang's chest.
But at this moment, he faintly heard the roar of a tiger.
Feng Peng's heart tightened, he knew something was wrong, but it was too late. That tiger's roar entered his ears, causing the blood in his body to churn, and the sword that was like flowing light couldn't help but slow down.
Gao Zhengyang's left hand was like a tiger's claw, and pressed on the sword body. An incomparably powerful force immediately pushed the sword away.
At the same time, his right hand clawed at the wind roc's chest.
When the tiger claw came down, Gao Zhengyang's five fingers that were clenched suddenly popped out, like a tiger popping out its claws.
With one claw, the soft silver armor protecting Feng Peng's body was torn. Including his sternum, a big hole was dug out.
Following that, the palm force shot out again, the violent force directly penetrated into the wind roc's body, causing the clothes on his back to fly into pieces.
This move, Black Tiger Steals Heart, was used by Gao Zhengyang incomparably ferocious and superb.
Feng Peng stood there blankly, a big bloody hole appeared in the middle of his chest.
He knew that he was going to die, and very unwillingly asked: "How can you block my martial soul?"
"Martial soul, I have it too."
Gao Zhengyang had a matter-of-fact look, "Your son didn't tell you?"
"Pfft …" Feng Peng was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to speak.
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