Xianyang City, North City Gate!
"Yu Haoran, how dare you kill my grandson and destroy my Divine Sense! I'm going to chop you into pieces!"
Accompanied by a roar that reverberated through the clouds, a white figure soared into the sky and quickly rushed towards the North City of Xianyang City.
"Brother Yu, this person is very powerful. Let me deal with him!"
Zhai Xing, who had appeared beside Yu Haoran in a flash, suggested eagerly when he sensed the powerful strength of the white figure that was charging towards them.
"Brother Feng, you are my trump card against the Imperial Clan Court. Unless it is absolutely necessary, try not to reveal your true strength."
Yu Haoran shook his head and rejected Zhai Xing's suggestion.
"So, let me deal with this old man!"
After saying that, Yu Haoran directly took out his purple cudgel and soared into the sky with a roar, taking the lead to attack.
"Old man, give me your life!"
"Boom …!"
The purple cudgel, which had automatically elongated, slammed heavily onto the unprepared white figure like a mountain under Yu Haoran's power that was close to that of a quasi-Martial Exalt.
Accompanied by a deafening roar, the white figure was heavily smashed down by the purple cudgel. Then, like a falling star, he directly smashed into the hard ground, instantly stirring up a large amount of dust.
"Sizzle …!"
As the white figure landed heavily on the hard ground, no one knew whether he was dead or alive. Suddenly, there were sounds of people sucking in cold breaths.
Although the white figure had been so fast that no one could see his appearance clearly, from the angry roar that had resounded through the clouds and the position where the white figure had rushed out from, everyone knew that the white figure had rushed out.
Everyone present knew that the white figure who had been smashed down was the second strongest person in the first-rate family of Xianyang City, the Wang family's ancestor, who was only below the quasi-Martial Exalt realm.
Even the Wang family's ancestor, who was at the peak of the ninth grade Martial Saint realm, was not a match for Yu Haoran's cudgel.
Could it be that Yu Haoran's true cultivation had already broken through the quasi-Martial Exalt realm?
However, wasn't Yu Haoran a peak Martial Grandmaster who was proficient in alchemy? How could his achievements in martial arts be so terrifying?
Moreover, how old was Yu Haoran this year?
On the roof of a restaurant about a thousand meters away from the battle, Feng Qingyun's eyes widened in shock. Disbelief flashed in his eyes.
If Yu Haoran had used a transformation secret art, sending the Wang Family Ancestor, a peak ninth grade Martial Saint, flying after transforming into a beast, while he would have been shocked as well, he would have been able to accept it at the very least.
But now!
As his master, he was no longer a match for his disciple. Did he still have the qualifications and ability to discipline and restrain him?
On the third floor of the restaurant where Feng Qingyun stood, a youth who looked ninety percent similar to the Qin Emperor held a wine cup in his hand. He was also looking at Yu Haoran, who was holding a purple staff and standing in the air, with a shocked expression.
"Bang!"
Because he was too shocked, he did not control his strength and crushed the wine cup in his hand.
The sound of the wine cup breaking woke the young man from his shock.
Looking at Yu Haoran's young face, the young man shook off the dust from the broken wine cup and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Ling Fei has good eyesight, good fortune!"
Hearing the gasps of the crowd, Yu Haoran looked in the direction where the Wang family's ancestor had fallen. His heart was as calm as water.
"Damn it!"
It didn't take long, only five or six seconds.
Accompanied by an unusually angry curse, an old man in a white robe with silver hair and a child-like face soared into the sky from where he had fallen.
"Sky Shrouding Sun!"
Just as the silver-haired old man soared into the sky, Yu Haoran, who was holding the purple cudgel, instantly appeared above the silver-haired old man.
The continuous attacks of the cudgel caused the silver-haired old man to be busy defending while his body continued to fall.
Although the Possession Technique gave him the attack power of a quasi-Martial Saint, it was limited by his own cultivation. He couldn't easily use the power of the laws controlled by the Thaling. Otherwise, the backlash from the power of the laws could very well break his meridians and destroy his Sea of Consciousness and Dantian.
As for Martial Sages, other than their stronger Soul and Yuan Li, the only thing that could truly surpass Martial Emperors was the power of the laws that they had comprehended.
Therefore, if he wanted to defeat and kill the Wang family's ancestor, he couldn't give him the chance to use the power of the laws.
Otherwise, with the Wang family's ancestor's true strength after using the power of the laws, he could only let the Thaling control his body.
The hundreds of cudgel techniques that were executed in an instant caused the Wang family's ancestor to be surrounded by countless purple cudgel attacks. He didn't even have the chance to take out his Natal Magic Artifact to counterattack, let alone use the power of the laws that he had comprehended.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two consecutive cudgel attacks landed on the Wang family's ancestor's back, causing him to spit out three mouthfuls of blood. At the same time, he knew that he had to escape from the attacks of the cudgel techniques. Otherwise, without being able to use his strongest technique, he could very well die here.
Therefore, the Wang family's ancestor used his Soul Power and Yuan Li at the beginning to forcefully endure the three heavy blows from the purple cudgel attacks and barely managed to escape from the attacks of the cudgel techniques.
However, although he successfully escaped from the attack range of the cudgel techniques, the Wang family's ancestor was in an extremely sorry state.
He spat out three mouthfuls of blood, staining the white robe in front of his chest.
After being hit by the cudgel techniques on his back, not only was his robe torn, but his exposed back was also stained with blood.
His originally coiled silver hair was knocked out by the cudgel techniques, causing his hair to be disheveled like a ghost.
"Yu Haoran, you deserve to die!"
A long spear that was as lustrous as silver hair appeared in the Wang family's ancestor's hands.
Through the gaps in his long hair, he cursed in a low voice.
Seeing that the Wang family's ancestor had escaped from his cudgel attacks, Yu Haoran sighed in pity. At the same time, he secretly reminded Thaling to prepare, and the purple cudgel that he held tightly began to dance again.
Seeing Yu Haoran continue to attack without saying a word, the Wang family's ancestor, who was holding tightly onto his spear, also calmed down his anger. Then, he calmly faced the purple cudgel.
Chop, flick, stab, stab, smash, and other basic cudgel and spear techniques. This made everyone gradually realize that the higher the grade of a martial skill, the stronger the power, and the greater the lethality.
If one could fully comprehend a basic martial skill, then the power that a basic martial skill could unleash would not lose to an Earth or Heaven Tier martial skill.
"He's really messing with the enemy!"
Using the sharpness of the spearhead to force Yu Haoran to withdraw his cudgel to protect himself, the Wang family's ancestor's spear directly appeared in front of his heart with a simple stab.
"Phoenix Dance Soaring Dragon!"
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