Chapter 116

Yan Chaoyang, who was knocked out by Qu Youfeng last night, used only two fingers to break his godly attack. It was unbelievable.

Wang Yuanlang broke out in a cold sweat.

Qu Youfeng narrowed his eyes. His attention was on Yan Shiyi just now. Now that he observed carefully, he realized that Yan Chaoyang was shrouded in a mysterious halo.

It was not an adjective. There was really a faint golden halo that shrouded him, making him look like a god. But others did not seem to notice it. Perhaps he had not reached that level of Spiritual God.

"Who are you!" Not knowing his background made him re-evaluate Yan Chaoyang's existence.

There were only eleven people on the Shura List, but there were more than eleven Cultivation Realm experts. If Yan Chaoyang had also broken through to Cultivation Realm, it would be a bit troublesome.

In the Yanshan Robber, besides the unknown Yan Dragon Butcher, only Yan Shiyi was feared. But now there was Yan Chaoyang. He thought that the Yanshan Robber was an ant trying to shake a tree, but he had real confidence. There were very few forces in the world that had two Cultivation Realm experts.

If his two subordinates were so terrifying, then what about the Yan Dragon Butcher himself? No one had ever seen his true face, so the Shura List had no way to judge his strength.

"So what if it's this move!" Qu Youfeng roared, his two palms forming the shape of a blade. His right foot abruptly kicked off the roof, his entire body leaping high up into the air. Several zhang in front of Yan Zhaoyang, he suddenly spun like the wind, his speed inconceivably fast. His two palm blades slashed through the air like sharp blades, creating countless blade rays that covered the sky as they surged towards Yan Zhaoyang.

Just now, it was just a probing attack. The original intention was to probe Yan Shiyi's strength. This time, he directly used his ultimate skill to probe Yan Chaoyang's strength. He could not believe that this person could successfully break through to Cultivation Realm in just one night.

The palm blade had no edge, but the earth-shattering blade light was like countless sharp blades shooting over, intersecting with each other like butterflies flying at an extremely fast speed.

"So scary!"

Yan Chaoyang seemed to be frightened and actually dodged to the side. He did not seem to be acting. He was fleeing in panic.

"Don't even think about escaping!" Qu Youfeng was like a young wife who was being teased, and he was about to burst into flames. He turned around and the momentum of the blade changed. It was like a hornet that was poked in its nest, and it followed closely behind Yan Chaoyang.

About a thousand feet away from the next beacon tower, Yan Zhaoyang suddenly turned around and reached out his hand with a smile. The Dragon Soul Spear suddenly appeared in his hand. With a slight movement of his wrist, the Dragon Soul Spear spun rapidly like a windmill. A faint blue halo overflowed from the spear and gradually expanded to the size of a waterwheel. There was a pattern on the spear. The patterns were clear and the structure was complicated and exquisite.

The totem was filled with endless divine power, and there seemed to be Sanskrit chanting the moment it appeared.

The endless blade lights pounced on it, making a "clang clang" sound of metal hitting stone, but the totem was as steady as a rock, without the slightest fluctuation.

"What is this?" Qu Youfeng was shocked. The totem made him feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"The God Seal Totem passed down from generation to generation by the ancient gods. A voice told me so," Yan Chaoyang said with a smile.

"There has never been a freak like you in the Divine Land." Qu Youfeng landed on the beacon. "I still don't know what gods used to rule this land. Even if there was, they have fallen long ago. So, who is this monster in front of me now?"

"You are too rude." Yan Zhaoyang said, "I'm neither a god nor a human. I'm an ant in the crevice of time. I live in the past. Even so, you shouldn't call me a monster. I've never harmed a single hair of yours."

"You should really look behind you when you say that!" Qu Youfeng said coldly, "How many wronged souls are entangled behind you? As long as you turn around, you can see countless pale faces staring at you with venomous eyes, as if they want to skin you, pull out your tendons, cut your bones, and eat your flesh."

"Sigh, I have been afraid of ghosts since I was young, and you still scare me like this. Now I am a little annoyed with you," Yan Chaoyang said.

"Then why don't you come and try to kill me?" Qu Youfeng couldn't grasp his bottom line, so he didn't want to act rashly.

"At most, I won't talk to you." Yan Chaoyang said, "All living things have their own spirituality. Those who destroy their spirituality are the same as those who destroy the Dao. This rebellious act cannot be the first, or else the people will be plunged into misery and suffering."

"Instead of boasting here, why don't you show me what you can do!" Qu Youfeng wanted to force him to fight.

Yan Chaoyang smiled and shook his head, saying: "I am not good at fighting. If you insist on fighting me, I can only stand where I am and let you attack me. But if you can't even touch a hair on me, please don't make things difficult for eleventh brother for my sake. If you can let Ah Li go, that would be even better. — Oh, right, Ah Li is Yan Li, he grew up with us, he is our younger brother. "

"Then let's see how strong you are!" Qu Youfeng shouted, suddenly turning into a blur. His palm blade was like a sharp cone formation formed by thousands of soldiers and horses, crashing into the Heavenly Seal Totem.

In a violent collision, the spot where the two collided exploded into a ball of lightning and fire. Qu Youfeng's palm was actually glowing with a silver metallic luster, looking as hard as steel.

The Heavenly Seal Totem suddenly caved inwards, the entire totem distorted due to the huge angle. The originally exquisite pattern was also distorted, losing its sense of divinity. Instead, it looked like a demon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, extremely demonic.

The two extremes of God and Demon were originally opposite sides; but only when there was a positive side would there be a negative, and only when there was a demon would there be a god.

Yan Chaoyang was not flustered, he smiled slightly, and lightly reached out his hand, as if caressing a lover, caressing the void. The distorted totem instantly returned to its original state, like an ancient well, without any ripples.

Qu Youfeng frowned and took a few steps back.

The two suddenly turned their heads at the same time, two powerful auras surging from that direction.

"Another two incredible existences have come," Yan Chaoyang smiled, "Ah Li always likes to create such a big scene, I was often frightened by him when I was young."

Qu Youfeng coldly said: "Hmph, two gluttons, they are finally willing to move."

The two powerful auras arrived at the Mind Sect in the blink of an eye, they were two old men in their seventies, one tall and thin, the other medium height, one dressed in a deathly white robe, the other in a dark black robe.

Other than nurturing cultivators in the academy, the Great Xia Empire also had a Consecrated Courtyard, there were many experts in it, among which the most famous were the 'Black and White Impermanence'; they were known as the wild ghosts that reaped souls, anyone who was targeted by them would definitely not live past the second day. Back then, they were extremely ferocious, and it was Ji Wenyuan who subdued them, placing them in the Consecrated Courtyard to 'eat and wait for death', becoming gluttons in Qu Youfeng's eyes.

Of course, these two were both veteran cultivator experts, it was said that they could fight any expert on the Asura List without being at a disadvantage if they joined forces.

"You are Yan Shiyi?" The white-robed old man had a pair of triangular eyes, his gaze cold, his tone eerie, he was the living embodiment of a Ghost King.