"Let's go!"
Yang Yi and Bai Jia Mu shouted out in alarm at the same time. Then, they turned into two streaks of light, one black and one white, and shot towards two opposite directions. An opponent that could heavily injure Peng Zhang with a single punch was not someone they could contend against. Even if the two of them joined forces, they would not have the slightest chance of winning.
The most important thing now was not to tangle with the other party here, but to escape as fast as possible.
Right now, only by ensuring his own safety would he be able to contact the more powerful experts of the Clear Void Dao Pavilion and think of a way to get rid of this person. If all three of them died here, the Clear Void Dao Pavilion might not even know who the murderer was. Even if they died, they would have died in vain.
However, in the next moment, a bone-piercing chill surged from the bottom of Yang Yi's heart.
A few hundred meters ahead, that figure actually appeared once again. Soon after, another huge fist shadow rapidly expanded in his line of sight. In that instant, Yang Yi felt as if his entire body was in turmoil. The surrounding space seemed to have turned into a cage, firmly trapping him within.
"Ha!"
In a moment of panic, Yang Yi let out an earth-shaking roar. The black longsword in his hand created a terrifying black storm, tearing apart the seal of the surrounding space, and rolled towards the fist shadow. A cold, sharp, and tyrannical aura wreaked havoc in this area.
"I forgot to tell you one thing. The saint rank Dao Artifact you're holding was forged by me." Tang Huan's teasing voice sounded out.
"What?"
Yang Yi was greatly shocked.
They had wholeheartedly wanted to force out who had forged the saint rank dao tool, but they had never thought that Tian Gong would actually be right in front of them. At this moment, Yang Yi simply couldn't believe his ears. In the instant that he was absent-minded, the black storm and Pang Shuo's fist fiercely collided.
"Boom —"
The sound of the explosion was deafening.
Almost at the instant the voice rang out, a bad premonition arose in the bottom of Yang Yi's heart. In the next moment, he felt a strange power rush into the longsword in his hand. The circulation of the dao diagram immediately slowed down, and the black luster emitted by the sword dimmed.
The attacks from the longswords were also rapidly weakening.
At this critical moment, such a Yang Yi had actually appeared in the saint rank Dao Artifact. Yang Yi was so shocked that his soul almost left his body. He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but before he could even turn this thought into action, he felt a huge force surging from the front and bombarding his body.
"En!"
He only had time to let out a muffled groan before Yang Yi flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, as if he had been struck by a gigantic boulder.
An indescribable pain surged through his entire body. Yang Yi felt as if his internal organs had been crushed into fine powder, and soon after, he followed in Peng Zhang's footsteps. Fresh blood mixed with shattered internal organs uncontrollably spurted out from his mouth.
The injuries to his flesh body were not the most important thing. What caused Yang Yi to be even more terrified was that he discovered that within his Dantian, cracks had also appeared on the nascent soul. It was actually densely packed like a spider web, and his opponent did not give him the slightest bit of time to recover. He had already chased after him like a shadow.
A terrifying aura pressed down, and Yang Yi's eyes were filled with regret and despair.
Although he could abandon his flesh body and escape to his Nascent Soul, with the current condition of his Nascent Soul, if it were to be separated from his body, it would be impossible for him to successfully escape. Facing such a powerful opponent, he actually didn't have the slightest bit of room to maneuver. Fortunately, Bai Jia Mu should have escaped.
Fortunately, within the Clear Void Dao Pavilion, he had already separated a portion of his residual soul and sealed it away. Even if his soul were to scatter today, he should be able to reconstruct his physical body and revive in the future. However, it was unknown how many years it would take for his cultivation to recover to its current state.
Got it.
Thinking of this, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel a little crazy.
"Gao Ling, even if this old man dies, I won't let you off easy …" Yang Yi hissed, and an extremely tyrannical aura instantly howled out from his Dantian. It was as if a volcano had suddenly erupted after countless years of brewing, and that power seemed to possess the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.
He was going to self-destruct his Dao Nascent Soul in order to heavily injure his opponent.
"An insignificant skill!"
A hint of coldness flashed across Tang Huan's eyes as she reached out to grab Yang Yi. Boundless Heavenly Energy was immediately activated, and in an instant, it seemed as if a thick barrier had condensed around Yang Yi's body.
The power that was howling out was completely blocked, and it immediately rolled back.
Yang Yi sensed the abnormality in his surroundings, and his eyes couldn't help but flash with a strong sense of unwillingness and bitterness. He didn't expect that even self-detonating to injure his enemy would become an extravagant hope.
In the blink of an eye, before Yang Yi had even fallen to the ground, the surging energy within the Dantian violently collided with the roaring energy. With a "boom" sound, his Nascent Soul had already exploded, and the berserk Strength Qi tore apart the body of the lower Sky Emperor as though it was rotten wood.
Tang Huan squinted her eyes, and a black light whizzed over, landing in her palm. It was the ink black longsword that he had forged.
After keeping the high grade saint rank dao tool into his spatial ring, Tang Huan did not hesitate at all. Her figure immediately disappeared from where she stood, and appeared on top of the mountain peak that was only left with half of its original body.
The exchange just now had only happened in a split-second. When Yang Yi's soul was about to scatter, Peng Zhang, who had been sent flying by a punch, had also managed to catch his breath.
Although he was already severely injured, he had not lost his basic Perception Ability. After sensing the commotion in the distance, Peng Zhang was so scared that his heart trembled. He no longer had the arrogance from before, and almost in a panic, he took out a round jade bead. It was sparkling and lustrous, and was about the size of an egg.
This was a spatial artifact that could be used for long-distance teleportation.
Right now, he was heavily injured. It was impossible for him to escape using normal methods. Only by activating this spatial artifact to teleport would he have a sliver of hope. However, the moment the jade bead exploded with a dazzling white luster, Peng Zhang's face turned as pale as paper. That hope had also turned into despair.
"You can also go to the Underworld as a guest."
Tang Huan smiled indifferently, and directly punched out. Pang Shuo's fist shadow descended from the sky with the force of a thunderbolt, and expanded rapidly in Peng Zhang's eyes. In less than half a blink of an eye, an earth-shattering explosion rumbled under the night sky.
Power gushed out, the Strength Qi swept out, and the remaining half of the mountain range also completely exploded, turning into countless dust and sand that surged in all directions like a wave. As for Peng Zhang, who was in the middle of the mountain range, he had already been turned into dust. There was no longer any trace of his life force in the world.
"Hu!"
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