It pierced through his chest and came out from his back. The long spear was dyed red with blood and looked extremely strange.
The Fang family's Ancestor Thirteen, who had suffered a heavy blow, screamed miserably. Under the attack of the long spear, he didn't even have the strength to resist and was heavily injured.
For many years, he had always used the long spear to kill people. He didn't expect that one day, he would die because of the long spear. It was extremely ironic.
When the long spear was in Xiao Yang's hands, it was already on the verge of breaking. Now, after being used by Xiao Yang, it was completely scrapped.
With a loud bang, the long spear exploded and turned into powder.
Because the long spear exploded, the Fang family's Ancestor Thirteen's internal organs were shaken again. He cried out and spat out mouthfuls of blood. Half of his body collapsed.
In the end, he died tragically on the high platform. Many people let out shocking cries and an uproar.
Some were cursing the Fang Clan's Old Ancestor Thirteen for dying a wonderful death, while others were praising Xiao Yang for doing a good job. They left the training grounds with a satisfied heart, and could use this matter as a topic of conversation for others to hear.
As for the people of the Fang family, they had already left. Seeing that the Fang family's Ancestor Thirteen was defeated, they didn't want to be implicated and die here.
Xiao Yang blinked and looked at the tragic death of the Fang family's Ancestor Thirteen. He sighed in his heart. This life and death hatred was finally avenged.
Then, he raised his hand and released a mid-level Heavenly Flame. The Heavenly Flame coiled around the Fang family's Ancestor Thirteen and released a high temperature, burning him.
In a short time, the Fang family's Ancestor Thirteen was burned clean.
Xiao Yang called back the mid-level Heavenly Flame and used his movement technique. He instantly flew up to the airship in mid-air.
"Cousin, you're so powerful. Congratulations, you finally killed your enemy with your own hands."
"Brother Xiao Yang is awesome. I think Brother Xiao Yang only used 70-80% of his battle strength."
Lan Jiaoye, Gu Qianqian, and the others congratulated Xiao Yang.
This Ancestor Thirteen of the Fang Clan was not only Xiao Yang's enemy, but also their enemy. Now that this damned guy was dead, their grudges were settled.
Now it was time to see what the Fang Clan would do. If they insisted on causing trouble, they'd have no choice but to fight to the end and wash them in blood. Even the head elder of the Poison Sect wouldn't be able to do anything to them.
If the Fang family didn't cause trouble, they would let it go.
Therefore, Xiao Yang was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he continued to wait here.
As for the hundreds and thousands of spectators, they had watched enough and left one after another. There were also many curious people who stayed behind to see if the Fang family would take revenge.
It should be known that the Fang Clan had been operating in Fang City for hundreds of years, so it was inevitable that they had their own resources and experts. For example, the Ninth and Tenth Patriarchs of the Fang Clan were no weaker than the Thirteenth Patriarch of the Fang Clan.
"Cousin, are you leaving?"
Lan Jiaoye waited for a while, and when she saw that almost everyone had left, she blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Xiao Yang as she asked.
As the disciple of the Poison Sect's head elder, she didn't want to see Xiao Yang fall out with the Fang Clan.
Gu Qianqian naturally had the same thoughts. She smiled gently and said, "Big Brother Xiao Yang, we've waited for so long. If the Fang Clan's transvestites wanted to cause trouble, they would've come long ago. I think we should return to the Poison Sect."
The sooner they left, the easier it would be. If the Fang Clan really did come looking for them, they'd only end up embarrassing the Poison Sect's head elder.
Fang Zihan, Bu Tianlang, Chen Zhifu, Li Qinghe, Gu Qingshan, and the others all spoke up as well. "Brother Xiao Yang, this matter is over. Let's go back. The Fang Clan must have listened to the head elder's instructions and won't act rashly."
"Mm."
Xiao Yang nodded. He scanned the surroundings and released his spirit sense to cover an area of twenty thousand feet. He sighed in relief when he saw that no one from the Fang Clan had come to seek revenge.
If he really did destroy the Fang Clan, it would only embarrass the Poison Sect's head elder.
The Poison Sect was in a difficult situation right now. They had to face the various regions and the various factions of the Celestial Sect Realm. It wasn't good to have internal strife, lest others take advantage of them.
"Let's go."
Xiao Yang said softly. He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the flying ship, beginning to recuperate.
Although he hadn't suffered any injuries from the battle just now, it was still beneficial to summarize everything.
Lan Jiaoye and Gu Qianqian were overjoyed. Afraid that Xiao Yang would go back on his word, they quickly formed hand seals and drove the flying ship back to the Poison Sect.
This was the best ending they'd ever seen.
At the very least, Xiao Yang hadn't fallen out with the head elder or the Fang Clan.
The Fang Clan.
The Fang Clan members who'd left the training grounds in a sorry state hurried back to the Fang Clan. Their faces were panicked and their hearts were filled with dread.
They already knew the ending, and they also knew how terrifying Xiao Yang was. This time, they hurriedly rushed back to report the news.
They'd been arrogant and self-righteous. They'd thought that with the Fang Clan's Thirteenth Ancestor personally taking action, there was nothing they couldn't accomplish. Who would've thought that Xiao Yang would appear out of nowhere? Even the Fang Clan's Thirteenth Ancestor had fallen.
As they lamented, they wept bitterly, their faces covered in tears.
After returning to the Fang Clan, they hurriedly sought out the Fang Clan's people involved: the Fang Clan's Ninth and Tenth Ancestors.
The two Fang Clan ancestors were already waiting in the central hall, leisurely sipping tea.
They naturally knew about the Fang Clan's Thirteenth Ancestor and Xiao Yang's deathmatch and tacitly agreed to it. Additionally, they'd received orders from the Poison Sect's head elder not to interfere.
The meaning was clear. Whether Xiao Yang or the Fang Clan's Thirteenth Ancestor died, it was their own private matter.
"Old Ninth, do you think Thirteenth Ancestor can win?"
The Fang Clan's Tenth Ancestor put down his teacup and calmly asked.
Although he had confidence in the Fang Clan's Thirteenth Ancestor, he still felt that something was amiss. If Xiao Yang was really that simple, how could he be worth the Poison Sect's head elder's personal instructions?
The Fang Clan's Ninth Ancestor sighed and frowned. "Tenth Brother, don't think too much. The result will come soon."
Just as the two of them were talking, they saw a few people stumbling in from the doorway. They were the Fang Clan members who'd accompanied the Fang Clan's Thirteenth Ancestor to the training grounds.
"Why are you all in such a panic? What kind of behavior is this?"
The Ninth Fang Clan Patriarch frowned. Without being angry, he radiated a powerful aura as he berated the members of the Fang Clan.
At the same time, he seemed to sense that something wasn't right.
If the Fang Clan had won, how could the Fang Clan members be in such a sorry state? There was only one explanation: the Fang Clan had lost.
His heart thumped and his face turned ugly.
"Yes, Ancestor, sob sob …"
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