"Now, it's just you and me." Yan Li walked slowly toward Yang Youyun.
"If you don't give His Majesty an explanation, I'll kill you!" Li Yong's face darkened, and he lunged forward.
Yan Chaoyang swung his spear and thrust it at him. "Don't get in the way!"
The two of them were locked in a fierce battle.
"You and me?" Yang Youyun squinted at Yan Li. "You think you can compare yourself to me?"
"The last person with the same expression as you is now dead." Yan Li laughed.
"What a joke!" Yang Youyun put his hands behind his back. "It's useless for an ant to talk about how many ants he has killed in front of me."
In his mind, his greatest enemy, Li Xuanwei, had been lured away. Now, the entire Sacred World Palace was under his control. Nothing could stop his ambition.
"That person is called Zhang Dashan." Yan Li's smile remained unchanged.
The crowd was in an uproar. The officials looked at each other. No one dared to believe the truth of his words.
Yang Youyun's brows furrowed slightly. "What do you want?"
"Of course …" The smile on Yan Li's face suddenly changed. "I want to kill you!"
His voice did not change in the first three words, but the last three words suddenly became incomparably evil. It was deep and hoarse, as if he had changed into a different person.
The curse mark crawled up his glabella like an ant, and an astonishing power of death's resentment erupted. Several people who were close to him were caught off guard and were sent flying, falling into a corner of the hall and crying out in pain.
"I've struggled in the darkness for thousands of years, yet I've suffered unforgettable pain. The strong smell of blood attracts me. Now, who else will crown me …"
The deep, hoarse voice sounded in the hall. An evil existence was awakening.
Yan Li's body also began to change. Starting with the curse mark, a dark gray color covered his head and face, followed by his entire body.
Her hair was scattered, and her fingernails were dyed dark grey. They were as sharp as dragon claws.
"The source of all nothingness — the boundless darkness that buries the loneliness of the eternal night. The coldness that seeps into the bones flows through my body like fragrant and intoxicating blood for thousands of years. I have prayed over and over again for light and warmth, but those high and mighty gods have turned a blind eye to me.
He let out a deep roar, "Ah! You are ignoring me! "
Step by step, he walked toward Yang Youyun.
Yang Youyun suddenly clenched her fists. "So you are the successor of Tai …"
"Too what?" Yan Li stared at him. The pair of deep and bright eyes had disappeared, replaced by evil and coldness. "I seem to have heard a word that I hate so much. You are really a damn thing, a hairless monkey. Why are you wearing a mask? I'm going to throw up …"
"It can't be wrong. You are her successor …" Yang Youyun clenched her fists even tighter.
"Who is she? Tell me who she is!" Yan Li roared. The tide of death resentment spread out and extended to every corner of the hall.
Yang Youyun suddenly sneered again. "Come on, let me see what kind of extraordinary ability the little man that Her Majesty loves and hates has."
"Stupid monkey without fur!" Yan Li slowly opened his hands. "The resentment of the dead is spreading like a tide, turning into an 'omen', rotting this place and destroying all the love and hate …"
As the sound waves surged out, the power of death resentment suddenly boiled, and a huge aura suddenly shrank in his direction. The upper half of the hall was like a piece of paper, suddenly collapsing inward. Then, the entire roof of the hall was completely twisted and shattered.
"Do you only know how to bluff?" Yang Youyun laughed loudly. Her body rose from the ground and rushed through the falling gravel. She raised her hand high in the air, and a door of light immediately appeared above her head, shooting out a strong white light.
The origin of the white light was no small matter. It was the Gate of Profundity from the Mysterious Star Scripture, one of the Five Great Arts in the world. If Yang Youyun carefully taught it, Shen Liuyun might not be Yu Youwei's opponent.
The light emitted by the Gate of Profundity also had a name. It was called the "Mysterious Star Sword". It came from the sea of stars and was the true power of the star source.
"Hehe …" Yan Li jumped up and pulled out the Leaving Cliff Sword. He flattened his wrist, and the sword cut through the white light from the bottom up.
Yang Youyun sneered. "To be able to break my Mysterious Star Sword, you are the second person besides Li Xuanwei. But … "The hand seal suddenly changed, and the Mysterious Star Sword that was cut in half actually turned into two. After circling, it was like two white dragons biting towards Yan Li.
Yan Li was in midair and had nowhere to exert force. He was directly pounced onto the ground by the white dragons.
Bang!
The rain of gravel had not finished yet, and the sky was filled with smoke and dust.
The officials in the corner of the hall were trembling with fear. They tried their best to shrink their bodies, for fear of being affected by the two.
"Aooo … I'm going to tear you to pieces!"
The roar exploded like rolling thunder. Along with the rolling sound waves, the power of death's resentment soared into the sky. The invisible sound waves shook the void, and the two white dragons turned into dust.
Li Yong retreated step by step until he reached the entrance of the Phoenix Pavilion. Then, he found that he was already far away from Ji Zhiyuan. He was shocked and was about to go back to protect Ji Zhiyuan, but he was stimulated by a sharp pain. He quickly raised his sword to block.
"Clang!"
The Dragon Soul Spear stabbed the body of the Curved Serpent Sword. Li Yong hastily blocked this attack, and his figure involuntarily retreated. He broke through the hall and arrived outside the Lingxiao Hall.
"Yan Chaoyang, what the hell are you doing?" Li Yong asked angrily.
He was almost a different person from the past.
When Yan Chaoyang first met him, he was a guy as gloomy as a snake. Although he was still gloomy now, he would occasionally reveal a kind of high-pitched and awe-inspiring temperament. He was no longer a small character.
This was the most basic element of being an expert.
He had survived Xiao Yueming's sword and had been baptized by Martial God Wang Ba. His heart had been tempered greatly. When a person's heart was strong, their words and actions would change.
A person with a weak heart would reveal a sense of inferiority no matter what they said or did. On the other hand, a person with a strong aura would be neither servile nor overbearing no matter where they were.
"Revenge," Yan Chaoyang said.
He was a man of few words, but Li Yong was becoming more and more confused. "Didn't you already get your revenge? What does it have to do with the divine doctor? What does it have to do with Yang Youyun? "
Yan Chaoyang thought for a moment and realized that it would be very troublesome to explain, so he shook his head and didn't say a word.
"What do you mean by shaking your head?" Li Yong asked.
Yan Chaoyang thought for a moment and realized that explaining this would be even more troublesome, so he shook his head again.
"Other than shaking your head, you can't do anything else?" Li Yong was angry.
Yan Chaoyang thought for a moment and realized that nodding his head would save him a lot of trouble, so he nodded.
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