"Qing Long! Qing Yan! Qing Yang! "
Looking at the descendants of the Yun Family lying in a pool of blood, Yun Xiaoyao's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He roared hysterically, tears streaming down his aged face.
They were Yun Xiaoyao's beloved children, the things he had protected with his life.
In an instant, they were gone, completely gone!
Taking advantage of Yun Xiaoyao's emotional breakdown, Long Batian, who was a distance away, grabbed at the center of Yun Xiaoyao with both hands.
Two invisible dragon-clawed hands grabbed Yun Xiaoyao from both sides, fixing him in midair and immobilizing him.
In the next second, Ye Wudao moved to Yun Xiaoyao's right side in a flash and slashed at Yun Xiaoyao's neck.
Yun Xiaoyao immediately unleashed a terrifying force, using the strength of his physical body to forcefully move the invisible dragon claws away.
After moving the dragon claws away, Yun Xiaoyao hurriedly dodged to the side, avoiding a fatal blow at the critical moment. However, his right arm was still grazed by the bright red blade.
Although the blade only left a shallow mark on his arm, it injected a terrifying heat into his arm, causing the wound to ignite into a raging inferno that grew stronger and stronger.
Yun Xiaoyao knew the capabilities of Ye Wudao's martial soul and knew that such flames could not be extinguished. Therefore, he did not hesitate and immediately condensed a sharp high-pressure blade on his left palm.
The palm of his left hand gently sliced across his right arm, and the entire right arm was cut off as if it was tofu.
Under the effect of the Berserk Healing Talisman, the bleeding wound quickly stopped, and a new layer of skin grew.
Losing an arm did not weaken Yun Xiaoyao. Instead, he became even crazier.
He raised his left hand high up and aimed his palm at the sky. A strong suction force formed from his palm, forming a vortex that sucked in the air within a thirty-meter radius.
Large amounts of gas compressed continuously in his palm, finally gathering into a high-density gaseous sphere the size of an orange.
"Let's put an end to this!" Yun Xiaoyao channeled a mountainous amount of energy into the gaseous sphere, turning the originally colorless gas into a deep blue that resembled the ocean.
This high-density blue sphere was Yun Xiaoyao's most powerful technique; it could be said to be his ultimate move. Its power was so terrifying that it could instantly raze a building to the ground.
The power of this move was too strong. If it was executed at close range, even Yun Xiaoyao would be severely injured.
It was also because of this that Yun Xiaoyao had always used the throwing method when he used this technique in the past, throwing the dense gaseous ball out to kill his enemy from a distance.
However, Yun Xiaoyao did not do so. He held the high-density gaseous sphere in one hand and charged toward Ye Wudao like a mad bull, obviously intending to exchange injury for death.
Yun Xiaoyao knew very well that if this was a long-range attack, the three patriarchs would definitely be able to evade it with their speed.
In order to ensure an absolute hit, he could only use this technique on the three patriarchs at close range. Even though this would seriously injure him, he still chose to do so without hesitation.
Faced with Yun Xiaoyao's frenzied strategy of sacrificing eight hundred men to kill a thousand enemies, Ye Wudao dared not take the attack head-on and immediately retreated.
Seeing that Ye Wudao had fled, Yun Xiaoyao immediately changed his target, charging toward Long Batian with the dense gaseous ball.
Long Batian did not flee, but spread his palms out in front of him. The two invisible dragon claws followed suit, forming two invisible shields in front of him.
In the blink of an eye, the high-density blue sphere in Yun Xiaoyao's hand had already landed in the invisible dragon claws.
The extremely dense gas exploded in all directions in an instant, creating a pit ten meters in diameter on the ground with a deafening bang.
Boom!
The moment the gas exploded, the invisible dragon claws were instantly shattered. Long Batian and Yun Xiaoyao turned into two blurry shadows, flying in opposite directions at the same time.
Long Batian crashed through the courtyard wall and flew out of the Yun Residence.
Yun Xiaoyao, on the other hand, broke a stone pillar before crashing into the wall of the residence, causing the wall to cave inwards and crack lines that resembled a spider web.
His body was a bloody mess, his body contorted beyond recognition. This was the result of his own technique.
Before Yun Xiaoyao could free himself from the wall, Jiang Shijian flew over and thrust his sword at Yun Xiaoyao. The blade elongated rapidly in mid-air, shooting toward Yun Xiaoyao like a ray of white light.
The speed of the blade's extension was so fast that the heavily injured Yun Xiaoyao could not dodge in time.
In the blink of an eye, the blade pierced through Yun Xiaoyao's heart and came out from his back, piercing through the wall and pinning him to the wall.
After being pierced by the sword, Yun Xiaoyao did not show the slightest sign of pain. Instead, the corners of his lips curled into a maniacal grin.
Seeing Yun Xiaoyao's expression, Jiang Shijian could not help but feel his heart palpitate.
Without waiting for Jiang Shijian to react, Yun Xiaoyao charged forward with the blade of the sword, allowing the sharp blade to slide through his body until the seven-meter-long blade pierced the very bottom of his body, completely penetrating it.
Yun Xiaoyao appeared in front of Jiang Shijian like a demon, grabbing Jiang Shijian's sword-wielding right hand with his left hand.
"You … What are you doing?" Jiang Shijian broke out in a cold sweat, his voice trembling as he spoke. He wanted to let go of the sword and retract his hand, but Yun Xiaoyao's strength was much greater than his. He could not break free at all.
Yun Xiaoyao's hair was disheveled, his expression savage and crazed as he looked at Jiang Shijian. He roared hysterically, "I want you to be buried with my Yun family's heir!"
Buried with him —
Buried with him —
Buried with him …
The last word he roared seemed to be filled with endless rage, echoing in the sky for a long time.
Jiang Shijian's face turned ashen. He could not help but shout in terror, "Yun Xiaoyao, you old lunatic! Let go of me! "
Jiang Shijian looked at Ye Wudao with a pleading gaze, hoping that Ye Wudao would lend him a hand and sever Yun Xiaoyao's remaining arm.
However, Ye Wudao retreated, constantly distancing himself from Yun Xiaoyao.
At this very moment, the self-destruct talisman on Yun Xiaoyao's chest had already been activated and began to operate. It was obvious that Yun Xiaoyao's life was about to come to an end in the most extravagant way possible.
Large amounts of blood flowed from the corner of Yun Xiaoyao's mouth. He then bit down on Jiang Shijian's neck and pushed him backward along with his sword, crashing into the densest area of the Jiang family.
When the Jiang Family members saw this, they all abandoned Jiang Shijian and fled in all directions in panic.
"Damn it! Come back! Save me! "Jiang Shijian's eyes were bloodshot as he roared in despair.
He was indignant; he did not want to die just like this.
The person he hated the most, Lin Yun, was still alive.
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