While the entire East was shaken by the news from the Desert of Death, Yang Xuan had already left the Great Shen.
Faster, faster!
He had already raised his speed to the maximum, but he still felt that it was too slow.
Yang Xuan felt that he was about to lose control of himself.
If you dare to touch a single person from the Yang Clan, I will cut off your Shen Clan's bloodline from the heavens to the underworld.
At this moment, he was on the verge of madness.
Yan, Yang Family in Ataraxia City.
Looking at the enemies in the sky, Yang Qingshan's face was filled with despair.
"Let me ask you, who is Yang Xuan's mother? Where is she? "
A voice came from the sky. It was as majestic as the Heavenly Dao, sacred and inviolable.
Yang Qingshan raised his head and saw an old man in a white robe above him. He looked majestic and condescending, as if he was looking at a group of ants.
To a Semi-Divinity realm expert, the members of the Yang Clan were nothing more than ants that could be wiped out with a flick of his finger. In fact, if not for that person, he would have never known that there was such a weak Yang Clan in the world.
Until now, he still couldn't believe that such a weak family had produced a Divine Path expert, Yang Xuan, or Bai Qi, who had shaken the entire Great Shen.
Therefore, he came personally. He wanted to see what kind of family could produce such an earth-shattering figure.
However, he was disappointed. Facing a group of ants, he wasn't even interested in personally sending them off.
In response to the white clothed man's question, Yang Qingshan gave a bitter laugh as he cupped his hands and said, "Senior, Yang Xuan left the Yang family many years ago. His mother has already passed away."
The man in the white robe sneered.
How dare an ant lie in front of him? How reckless.
"I'll give you one more chance. Hand over Yang Xuan's mother," he said calmly. There wasn't a trace of killing intent in his voice, but the air around him seemed to have frozen.
Yang Qingshan's face was pale. He felt as if his heart had been ruthlessly grasped by a giant claw. It was so painful that even breathing became difficult.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Yang Xuan clutched his chest tightly and struggled to say, "Se … Senior, Yang Xuan's mother has passed away."
"Hmph!"
The man in white let out a cold snort!
Boom!
This cold snort was like a sudden clap of thunder, exploding in Yang Qingshan's ears, exploding in the ears of the people of the Yang Clan, causing their minds to buzz.
After a long while, everyone came back to their senses, but in the next moment, they all exclaimed at the same time.
"Patriarch!"
Several Yang Family Elders rushed to Yang Qingshan's side at the same time, only to find that Yang Qingshan was bleeding from his seven orifices and had stopped breathing.
"Patriarch!" Great Elder Yang Zhendong let out a sorrowful cry.
The head of the Yang Family was dead. The head of the Yang Family, Yang Qingshan, was dead. At this moment, the minds of everyone in the Yang Family went blank. They had lost the ability to think.
"Father!"
Yang Jiaxue let out a sorrowful cry and staggered out. She knelt beside Yang Qingshan's body and fainted.
Yang Qingshu roared angrily and rushed out.
"Qingshu, come back!" Third Elder Yang Zhenbei roared angrily and pulled Yang Qingshu back.
"Third Uncle …" Yang Qingshu's face was full of anger as he struggled with all his might.
Yang Zhenbei roared at Yang Qingshu, "Do you want the Yang Family to be annihilated?"
Yang Qingshu was stunned. After a long while, he slammed the ground hard and half-knelt beside Yang Qingshan's body.
The man in white's eyes were still indifferent, as if he was uninterested in everything in front of him. He said word by word, "Hand over Yang Xuan's mother, or die!"
When the word "die" was said, the whole world seemed to emit a murderous sound, reverberating around the people of the Yang Family.
Yang Jiaqiang's face was pale and he smiled bitterly.
He looked at the body of Patriarch Yang Qingshan not far away and his mind went blank.
As a Connate Master, the head of the Yang Family was not a match for the enemy. How could they, the ordinary disciples, protect the Yang Family?
"Brother, is the Yang Family going to be finished?" Yang Jiayou, who was standing at the side, was just like him. His face was pale and even his voice was trembling.
Slap!
Yang Jiaqiang suddenly turned around and slapped Yang Jiayou's face. Yang Jiayou fell to the ground with a blank face.
He did not understand why his brother hit him.
"I dare you to say that again!" Yang Jiaqiang's face was ferocious, like a ferocious beast that was about to devour someone. He stared at Yang Jiayou fiercely.
Yang Jiayou felt a great fear in his heart. He had never seen his brother like this.
"I … I …" He stammered, but did not dare to say another word.
Yang Jiaqiang looked at him with a ferocious expression and said word by word, as if he was saying it to his brother, but also to himself. "As long as that person is here, even if we all die, the Yang Family will not be finished."
"That person?" Yang Jiayou's eyes lit up and became brighter.
Yes, as long as he was here, the Yang Family would not fall.
After hearing Yang Jiaqiang's words, the eyes of the Yang Family disciples, who were originally gloomy and filled with despair, lit up and reignited with hope.
Yes, as long as that person was here, the Yang Family would not be finished.
Yang Gong stood behind the crowd and stared blankly at the Patriarch's corpse not far away, his face blank.
His parents looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes. Then, they quietly stood in front of Yang Gong and shielded him.
Yang Jiaxue woke up. She knelt on the ground and stared blankly at her father's corpse. She did not seem to believe that her father, who had always been as tall as a mountain, had died just like that.
At this moment, a figure kept appearing in front of her eyes.
That was the Yang Family's god. That was the Yang Family's sky.
"Where are you? Do you know? The Yang Family can't hold on any longer. "She muttered to herself, tears rolling down her face.
The few remaining elders of the Yang Family were also defeated. The strength of the enemy made them despair and suffocate.
At this moment, a person's image appeared in their hearts.
"Where are you?" Their hearts were filled with despair and hope at the same time.
Yang Qingshu looked at the white-robed man standing in the air and the powerful enemies around him. His eyes were filled with rage and indignation.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his palms were bleeding, but he was oblivious to it.
He was also lamenting in his heart.
"Where are you?"
The white-robed man stood quietly and looked down at them.
Looking at the Yang Family disciples who were as weak as ants, no, they were even weaker than Lou Yi, a hint of disdain flashed across his eyes as he shook his head.
To think that they would send a Semi-Divinity realm expert to deal with such a weak clan. What a waste of talent!
After shaking his head, he said calmly, "Who is Yang Xuan's mother? Step forward. "
No one said a word.
The white-robed man chuckled, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes. In the next moment, his right hand reached forward and grabbed a young disciple of the Yang Family.
"Tell me who Yang Xuan's mother is, and I won't kill you." He revealed a smile and put on an amiable look.
That young disciple was only at Houtian Realm Level Five. Looking at the white-robed man's face, he trembled in fear. "I … I don't know."
"Kacha!" The white-robed man clenched his hand and broke the disciple's neck. Instantly, he stopped breathing.
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