The Fire Shadow Shield was his famous consummate skill. He had practiced it for many years, so he knew very well how strong its defensive power was. It could definitely withstand an attack from someone of the same level. However, it couldn't withstand a single attack from Xiao Yang even when he used it with all his strength.
What did this mean? It meant that Xiao Yang's strength was far beyond his, at least one level higher than his.
Thinking of this fact, his face instantly turned pale. He was shocked and stepped back again.
However, the power of the Barbarian God's Finger was far more than that. After destroying the Fire Shadow Shield, it locked onto the vice-captain again and continued to launch a powerful attack. In an instant, it hit the vice-captain's shoulder blade and sent him flying.
"Ah!"
The vice-captain couldn't help but let out a scream. His body flew backward in mid-air. The powerful energy of the Barbarian God's Finger was wreaking havoc in his body, destroying his internal organs and causing him to spit out blood.
Xiao Yang defeated his opponent with one move. He took two steps forward and stopped beside Liu Kaijia. He stretched out his hand and put two fingers together to form a sword. With a stroke, he cut the rope that bound Liu Kaijia's hands.
Liu Kaijia's hands were finally free. He hurriedly tore off the rope on his neck. His head, which was forced to lower, could finally be raised again.
His gaze landed on Xiao Yang, and when he saw Xiao Yang clearly, his heart was moved, and his eyes were filled with gratitude. His eyes were even a little moist. His perseverance had not been in vain, and all the grievances and suffering he had suffered during this period of time were finally worth it. If Xiao Yang had come a little later, he would have already died.
"Brother Xiao Yang."
He cupped his fists at Xiao Yang with tears in his eyes. He revealed his true feelings.
Xiao Yang waved his hand and said slowly, "Go. Do what you want to do."
Liu Kaijia collected his emotions and nodded. He turned around and walked toward the vice-captain with a sneer on his face. He said to the vice-captain, "Bastard, you dare to betray me and kill me in public. I'll show you now."
Liu Kaijia used his movement skill and instantly rushed in front of the vice-captain. Then, he used his fist skills and launched a fierce attack on the vice-captain.
The vice-captain had been severely injured by the Barbaric God's Finger earlier, so he could only use 30% of his combat strength at most. At this moment, under the storm-like attacks of Liu Jia, he could only cover his head and flee like a rat. He jumped up and down and kept dodging. Even so, more than ten wounds were added to his body, and his internal injuries were even more serious.
"Zhou Zhengxing, do you still want to be a coward? Hurry up and come out! "
Xiao Yang raised his head and looked at a certain window on the sixth floor of the teleportation tower. He knew that the other party was watching the situation below from that window.
Zhou Zhengxing's face was grim, and a murderous aura swirled around him. When he heard Xiao Yang's roar, he unleashed the power of his cultivation base and flew down from the window of the sixth floor.
He said coldly, "There's a path to heaven, but you refuse to take it. There's no door to hell, but you insist on barging in. Xiao Yang, you're tired of living."
He'd tampered with the teleportation tower when he'd sent Xiao Yang and the others to Chaos City. He'd thought that these fellows would die without a trace. Who would've thought that they'd be so lucky to be able to return unscathed to settle the score?
But so what if Xiao Yang and the others came back? He was still a member of the Poison Sect, and a steward at that. His greatest backers were the Poison Sect and the Zhou Clan. He didn't have to worry about Xiao Yang and the others killing him unless Xiao Yang and the others weren't afraid of the Poison Sect and Zhou Clan's bounty.
"Zhou Zhengxing, you're abusing public resources for personal gain. You want to frame us, so you deliberately tampered with the teleportation location. Do you admit it?"
Xiao Yang questioned Zhou Zhengxing.
Zhou Zhengxing wasn't afraid at all. He calmly said, "So what if I admit it? So what if I don't admit it? Xiao Yang, who do you think you are? What can you do to me? "
He retorted domineeringly, oblivious to the impending doom.
Xiao Yang smiled coldly. This was an expression of extreme anger. Without another word, he immediately used the powerful Thousand Poisonous Hands martial technique. As his fourth-tier Martial Ancestor Realm cultivation erupted, his aura soared to the sky, majestic and shocking.
In an instant, Xiao Yang seemed to have transformed into a person with a thousand hands. There were at least a thousand hands, and each of them carried a shocking force as they slammed towards Zhou Zhengxing.
Zhou Zhengxing jumped in fright when he saw the thousand hands covering him.
One had to know that each of the thousand hands contained power comparable to a fourth-tier Martial Ancestor Realm cultivator. This was equivalent to the attack of a thousand fourth-tier Martial Ancestor Realm cultivators. How could Zhou Zhengxing not be afraid?
Zhou Zhengxing felt the intense threat of the Thousand Poisonous Hands, and fear appeared on his face. His eyes darted left and right as he tried to think of a way to escape.
"Hmph, gentlemen use their mouths and not their fists. I won't lower myself to your level. Today, you trespassed on the Transport Tower and attacked the Transport Tower's guards without permission. I will definitely report this to the Poison Sect and let them deal with you. You can all wait to die."
Zhou Zhengxing knew that he was no match for Xiao Yang so he didn't want to clash head-on with Xiao Yang. Instead, he unleashed an Illusory Shadow Art and used his spirit energy to create hundreds of figures that fled in all directions.
The fleeing figures were all illusions and fake. There was only one real body and it was rushing towards the Transport Tower.
He believed that the Illusory Shadow Art could delay them for a while and give him enough time to escape. As long as he entered the Transport Tower, he could easily return to the Poison Sect with his authority. He didn't believe that Xiao Yang and the others would dare to chase him to the Poison Sect and start a fight.
"Trying to run? Don't even think about it. "
Xiao Yang immediately sensed the other party's intentions and snorted coldly with an icy expression.
"Go."
As his voice fell, the fleeing phantoms were instantly hit by the thousands of poisonous hands. These hundreds of phantoms collapsed in the blink of an eye and turned into nothingness.
His Illusory Shadow Art was limited in the end, and its power couldn't compare to Xiao Yang's Thousand Poisonous Hands.
One of the poisonous palms directly bombarded Zhou Zhengxing's true body and hit it.
Bang!
With a dull thud, Zhou Zhengxing was sent flying. His body slammed uncontrollably into the Transport Tower's wall, then fell to the ground with a thud.
With a cry, he spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face filled with terror as he struggled to his feet, enduring the pain, and flew into the Transport Tower.
He knew that if he couldn't leave successfully, only death awaited him.
"I told you, you don't even have the right to run in front of me."
Xiao Yang sneered. With a flip of his hand, he unleashed the Poison Dragon Claw, condensing a poison dragon with towering horns. With a roar, it swiped at Zhou Zhengxing and caught him in its claws. Then the poison dragon flew back and placed him in front of Xiao Yang.
Zhou Zhengxing was already on the verge of death. He was gasping for air more than he was exhaling, weak and exhausted.
Xiao Yang was not merciful or compassionate towards the enemy who had framed him.
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