Easily!
"Haha, so what if you know I'm from the capital's Zhang family? Do you want to go there and cause trouble?" After a brief moment of shock, Zhang Hang smirked. "Today, I, Zhang Hang, will let you know the consequences of offending the Zhang family."
"I will go to the capital's Zhang family, but not now."
Ning Yue was furious. The capital's Zhang family had been going against him time and time again, and he was on the verge of exploding.
He would go to the capital's Zhang family sooner or later!
Taking a deep breath, Ning Yue said in a low voice, "I have something to do now."
"What is it?" Zhang Hang asked with a raised eyebrow.
"To kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Yue's eyes turned cold. He waved the Red Demon Sword in his hand, and in an instant, a powerful sword wave was unleashed.
"Supreme Nine Purities Technique, sixth form, Solitaire!"
The next moment, the sword wave appeared above Zhang Hang's head and slashed towards his face.
"Oh no!"
Seeing the sword wave approaching him, Zhang Hang's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly retreated.
He had not expected the sword wave that Ning Yue had unleashed to be so powerful. It was so powerful that it made his heart palpitate.
In Zhang Hang's view, the power of this sword wave was infinitely close to the limit of a peak Primal Core martial artist.
Ning Yue was only a martial artist in the late stages of the True Martial Realm. How could he unleash such a powerful technique?
A series of questions arose in Zhang Hang's mind, causing him to be momentarily dazed.
"It's not good to be distracted now."
Just as Zhang Hang was slightly distracted, Gu Jianbo had already arrived beside him and ruthlessly chopped at his head.
At this critical moment, Zhang Hang used all his strength to dodge to the side.
Whoosh!
The sword wave was very fast. Although Zhang Hang dodged with all his might, the sword wave still slashed his cheek, and blood dripped down his cheek.
"Ning Yue, I want you dead!" Zhang Hang shouted with a sinister expression as he touched the blood on his face.
Ning Yue frowned slightly and said lightly, "If you let the twenty or thirty martial artists of the Zhang family come in together, they might be able to pose a threat to me. As for you …"
At this point, Ning Yue stretched out his index finger and waved it in front of him. "Far from enough."
"Humph! I will let you know what despair is! "
Zhang Hang coldly snorted. Soon after, his figure gradually became illusory. In the blink of an eye, he completely disappeared.
"The concealment technique is indeed superb."
Seeing Zhang Hang disappear, Ning Yue slowly closed his eyes.
Although his eyes were closed, Ning Yue released his Soul Perception to detect Zhang Hang's exact location.
"Three meters to the left." Suddenly, Ning Yue's eyes opened, and the Red Demon Sword in his hand pierced through the air.
Hua!
However, just as the Red Demon Sword stabbed out, Zhang Hang's position changed. He appeared five meters to the right of Ning Yue.
Whoosh!
Ning Yue stabbed out again.
Unfortunately, the sword still did not hit Zhang Hang. Once again, Zhang Hang dodged it.
"I don't believe you won't attack first." Having been dodged two consecutive times by Zhang Hang, Ning Yue sat down cross-legged and gave up on attacking.
However, Ning Yue did not withdraw his Soul Perception. Instead, it lingered by his side.
In fact, Ning Yue even sent a portion of his Soul Perception to the Red Demon to observe his situation.
The Red Demon's situation was much better than Ning Yue's. Zhang Quan was only a peak Primal Core martial artist, and his concealment technique was not strong. The Red Demon had the upper hand, and victory was only a matter of time.
"Against Zhang Hang, should I use the Vortex of Dead Souls?"
After confirming that the Red Demon was fine, Ning Yue fell into deep thought.
After Xu Jinfu had died in battle, he had relied on the method that Xun Jianwen had taught him to completely control the Vortex of Dead Souls.
Although he had control of the Vortex of Dead Souls, Ning Yue could not unleash its full power. The key reason was that he did not have the Yin Qi of the Dead Souls.
Without the Yin Qi of the Dead Souls, the power of the Vortex of Dead Souls was at most equivalent to that of a half-step Yin-Yang Realm martial artist.
"Forget it, I'll keep the Vortex of Dead Souls. Who knows, I might be able to find Yin Qi of the Dead Souls in the future." After some thought, Ning Yue dismissed the idea of using the Vortex of Dead Souls.
Xu Jinfu's Vortex of Dead Souls was of a very high level. It was far stronger than Qi Jiang's Vortex of Dead Souls.
Who knows, I might be able to use it if I keep it.
"Zhang Hang's concealment technique is very good. I have to find a way to force out the cultivation method of the concealment technique." Ning Yue secretly made up his mind to capture Zhang Hang and force out the concealment technique!
Ning Yue was very clear that if he did not have the Soul Perception of his previous life, even if his Soul Power was at the sixth-grade level, he would not be able to detect Zhang Hang.
Swoosh!
At this moment, Zhang Hang suddenly jumped out of the void.
His right hand clenched into a fist, which contained an extremely violent fluctuation of Essence Qi, ruthlessly punched at Ning Yue's chest.
"Vajra Fist!"
Zhang Hang's fist was heavy and powerful. If an ordinary True Martial Realm martial artist was hit by it, even if he did not die, he would still end up crippled!
"Vajra Fist huh …"
Facing Zhang Hang's fist, Ning Yue's face was slightly dignified.
His Sea of Consciousness rolled, and two illusory Golden Cores jumped out of his Sea of Consciousness.
Buzz!
Immediately, the Essence Qi in the two illusory Golden Cores poured out and gathered on top of his fist.
Bang!
In the next instant, Ning Yue's fist blasted out and collided with Zhang Hang's fist.
When the two fists collided, a loud sound came out. Zhang Hang's pupils shrank, and he retreated a few feet.
As for Ning Yue, he stood in the same place as if nothing had happened.
"You have two illusory Golden Cores … Ah!"
With a cold expression, Zhang Hang raised his right hand. Just as he was about to speak, he let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking rang out. Zhang Hang looked down at his right fist, which was constantly bleeding, and stood there in a daze.
Swoosh!
Ning Yue did not stop his attack because of Zhang Hang's daze. His figure flashed, and he instantly appeared beside Zhang Hang.
He placed the Red Demon Sword on Zhang Hang's neck and said coldly, "You said that you would let me know the consequences of offending the Zhang family. Is this the consequence?"
"You!"
Feeling the cold flying sword on his neck, Zhang Hang's heart sank to the bottom.
Things always developed in a dramatic way. When he first saw Ning Yue, he thought that he could easily kill Ning Yue.
When Ning Yue used Solitaire, he thought that Ning Yue's strength was not bad, but it was just not bad.
With Ning Yue's flying sword on his neck, he finally understood why Ning Yue could rise again and again on the Zhang family's Catch-Up List. Now, he had risen to first place!
"Ning Yue, don't be too proud. The Zhang family has many warriors stronger than me. You can kill me today, but tomorrow, you will be killed by the Zhang family warriors!" Zhang Hang said proudly.
"Hehe, you still dare to be so stubborn when you're about to die." With a smile, Ning Yue said, "Answer two of my questions, and I can save you from the pain of your soul being burned."
"You want to ask me everything about the Zhang family? Dream on! "Zhang Hang said stubbornly.
"To tell you the truth, I don't care about the Zhang family. I will go to the Zhang family sooner or later."
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