"Ah … … wu … …"
Suddenly, a furious roar came from the sky above the Imperial City. It was like a ferocious tiger roaring in the forest. The wind whistled past, and the sky shook. A tyrannical aura spread out.
Yang Kun, Yang Hong's fourth son was dead.
Yang Hong sensed it immediately. However, he was at the critical moment of breaking through and could not be distracted. If not, it would not be as simple as a roar and he would have rushed out long ago.
"Not good." Qinglian was startled and frowned, "Yang Hong is breaking through to the ascension realm."
From the roar, Qinglian felt a heaven-defying aura. Without a doubt, someone was forcefully breaking through. From the voice, it was not hard to deduce that it was Yang Hong, a rank nine spirit refining realm cultivator trying to break through to the ascension realm. Once he succeeds, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Little Tian, go to the royal city, leave him to me." Qinglian immediately said.
Yang Hong was currently breaking through to the ascension realm, using the Dragon Qi from the abyss to forcefully break through.
He was only a step away from the ascension realm, but in these five years, he had been unable to break through.
Dali dynasty's army pressed forward with two ascension realm protectors. If he did not break through to the ascension realm, he would definitely not be their opponent.
As for Qin Tian, he did not put him in his eyes.
Just when he felt Yang Kun's aura disappearing, he became furious and roared. Instantly, he was drenched in sweat.
"Father, guard your mind." Yang Lin frowned. His heart was filled with anger, but this was a critical moment. He must not be angry and mess up his mind, or else the consequences would be unimaginable.
Yun Man sat cross-legged at the side. Her eyes were lifeless as the Luck around her was slowly absorbed into the formation. In the middle of the formation, a golden cauldron emitted white smoke. Yang Hong inhaled it through his nose and into his Dantian, forcefully reversing it.
Yang Hong knew that this was a critical moment and could not be distracted.
However, the pain of losing his son was unbearable. His hatred towards Qin Tian increased. His brows furrowed like a mountain and his chest filled with anger.
Qinglian's words caused Qin Tian to be shocked.
However, he did not move and stared blankly at Yang Biao. Although he did not know how to forcefully break through, it was not hard to deduce from the voice just now that Yang Hong was angry, extremely angry. Once angry, one's mind would be in chaos.
You haven't eaten pork, but you've seen a pig run?
In the movies in his previous life, the cultivators could not be distracted at a crucial moment. Their minds would be empty, and their minds would guard, not allowing any evil energy to enter their body. Yang Hong's roar had already messed up their minds, because of Yang Kun's death.
How could a father not be sad when his son died?
That kind of pain was something that Qin Tian was unable to understand. However, he believed that it must be extremely uncomfortable, especially for Yang Hong. He was breaking through in the opposite direction and was also worried about Yang Biao's safety. If his willpower was not focused, it might cause him to fail and suffer serious injuries.
If the head of the Yang clan were to die, Yang Hong's state of mind would be in a mess and it would be impossible for him to break through to the ascension realm.
Thinking till here, Qin Tian sneered, "Aunt, don't worry. Yang Hong wants to break through to the ascension realm, I will definitely not let him have his way.
"Mao Mao, super wind blade."
Qin Tian shouted, and the hairs on the rank six monster's body suddenly retreated. Both of his claws grabbed wildly, and two huge winds condensed into wind blades in an instant. The muscles of his whole body bulged, and with the strength of ten thousand jin, he ruthlessly threw them out.
"Rumble … …"
Yang Biao's body swayed, and he dodged it. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was completely enraged.
Immediately after, Mao Mao threw out another two wind blades and retreated immediately. Qin Tian rushed over and stared at the battered Yang Biao. He sneered, "Your little brother is waiting for you in hell, quickly go down and accompany him."
"Qin Tian, evil thief, return my little brother's life." Yang Biao's entire body suddenly changed. His bones once again exploded loudly, and his body continuously expanded. In half a breath's time, he had turned into a giant, a majestic giant that was more than five meters tall. His entire body was covered in power patterns that were like heat waves, faintly flickering.
"Giant?" Qin Tian's heart trembled, and he sighed inwardly. This world was really crazy, and abilities were truly extraordinary.
The five meter tall Yang Biao's Massacre Buddha was even more powerful, covering the scorching sun in the sky. The blood Buddha in his hand was incomparably beautiful, and the impact was too strong.
"Aunt, you dodge first." Qin Tian kept Mao Mao and said. Yang Biao's aura was extremely powerful, and the aura flowing within his body was even more terrifying. One could only imagine the power he possessed.
Yang Biao walked the Dao of killing, and it was extremely possible for him to release a world-destroying move.
Qinglian immediately retreated a few hundred feet, and her Qigong surged even more violently, accumulating power in case of any mishaps.
With Qinglian retreating, Qin Tian no longer had any worries. The dragon elephant force in his Dantian surged out, and the Qigong on his body rose as well. He was not any weaker than the giant Yang Biao. Following that, the ancient fierce god behind him also expanded. He hugged the giant scythe to his chest, and looked at the Massacre Buddha with a sinister smile.
"Hu, hu, hu … …"
Yang Biao's breath was like smoke, and his whole body was red from the heat within him. The explosive strength, Qigong, and blood red eyes made Yang Biao look like a dead person.
Absolute Kill Sect's immortal ability, Giant Absolute Kill Scripture.
Yang Biao had trained bitterly for ten years, and had finally reached great success. At this moment, his strength was four times stronger than before. Feeling the vigorous Qi flowing within his body, and his hands seemed to be holding on to something substantial, that feeling was indescribable. It was as if a king had descended.
Facing Qin Tian, Yang Biao laughed arrogantly. Following that, a tsunami-like attack engulfed him. The Massacre Buddha moved its hands, and the Buddhist beads surrounded Qin Tian, floating in mid-air.
The power contained within the Buddha was great.
Qin Tian's face sank, but he was not afraid.
The Chaotic Force in his body had already begun to wreak havoc. Killing intent flashed as he faced the giant-like Yang Biao. Pushing his speed to the limit, he turned into a blur and charged forward with lightning speed.
"Boom, boom, boom … …"
The Buddhist beads let out a violent explosion, and the surroundings were in chaos. The houses on both sides of the street collapsed, and deep cracks appeared on the ground. The residents hiding in their houses didn't even have the time to scream before they were instantly crushed into powder, accompanied by rolling dust that floated in the air.
"Qiang … …" A loud sound rang out.
Qin Tian retreated frantically, and his expression changed. "I didn't think that Yang Biao's strength would be so deep."
His figure stabilized, and with a shout, he charged forward like a ghost.
Yang Biao's eyes were filled with disbelief. A rank five spirit refining realm cultivator like Qin Tian was actually able to block his Giant's Killing Blow. Roaring like thunder, he once again charged forward. A powerful force gathered in his hands, and a hundred thousand jun force pressed down.
"Rumble!"
The dull sound of the collision rushed to the sky.
Qin Tian did not take half a step back, and once again charged forward.
"Rumble!" Another powerful collision sound could be heard.
Qin Tian once again did not retreat. His chaotic force roared out, and both his fists punched out again. This time, it was even stronger than the previous two punches.
"Rumble!" The third collision sound caused Yang Biao to retreat a few steps. His face was pale, and his body was in extreme pain. Enduring it, he gritted his teeth, and took one step at a time.
"Die!"
Qin Tian roared, and the strength on his fists increased. It was even stronger than the previous three punches … …
"Rumble … …"
Yang Biao's huge body could no longer hold on. Unable to bear the weight, he fell to the ground. His face was extremely pale, and he was gasping for breath. He could not imagine that Qin Tian's strength was so shocking. The first time they competed in strength, he lost without any leeway.
Yang Biao was already crippled.
Qin Tian stepped on Yang Biao's chest and roared, "Old thief Yang Hong, come out for Laozi … …"
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