The two streaks of light chased after him one after the other.
The streak of light in front was not very stable, as if it could disperse at any time. The streak of light behind was filled with killing intent, giving off a murderous aura.
"Duan Qinghong, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I'll hunt you down and tear you to pieces." A furious roar rang out from the streak of light, shaking the world.
"Haha, sure. Go ahead and chase me. I'd like to see how long you can keep chasing me." A frivolous voice rang out from the streak of light in front.
The streak of light drew closer. After approaching Yang Xuan, the streak of light suddenly changed directions, directly charging towards Yang Xuan.
The streak of light dispersed, and a skinny middle-aged man leapt off his flying sword, charging towards Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan did not move. His gaze only landed on the flying sword.
The flying sword was azure-blue. After the skinny man left, it circled around in the air before stabbing towards Yang Xuan's throat.
"Despicable!" A cold snort rang out again, and another streak of light instantly descended.
"Likewise!"
The flying sword stopped an inch away from Yang Xuan's throat. Duan Qinghong smiled viciously. "Wu Yong, your Misty Clouds sect prides itself on being a righteous sect, taking on the responsibility of protecting mortals. But today, I'm going to kill right in front of you. What can you do about it?"
The streak of light dispersed, and a young man on a flying sword frowned as he looked at Yang Xuan.
"Let him go!"
Wu Yong only glanced at Yang Xuan's face briefly before looking away. He only said coldly to Duan Qinghong.
"Heh, let him go? Can you let me go?" Duan Qinghong sneered.
Wu Yong had already chased him for an entire day and night. To be honest, he was already an arrow at the end of its flight.
"Duan Qinghong, you've killed the innocent. For your own selfishness, you've massacred several villages. Your actions have severely violated the convention between Qi Practitioners. I won't kill you. Come back with me, and we'll see for ourselves what's right and wrong," said Wu Yong coldly.
"Go back?" Duan Qinghong sneered. "Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid?"
Wu Yong shook his head and glanced at Yang Xuan before saying, "You know, even if you kill this mortal, you can't threaten me."
"Hahahaha." Duan Qinghong laughed out loud. "Do you see that? This is the so-called great sect. In name, it's to protect the common people, but in reality, it's to fish for fame. Who cares if you live or die?"
His words were directed at Yang Xuan, and there was a hint of desperation in his tone.
"Are you Qi Practitioners?" Yang Xuan suddenly asked.
Duan Qinghong and Wu Yong were both stunned because Yang Xuan's tone was very calm, and there was no trace of panic on his face.
Logically speaking, when ordinary people encountered such a situation, they would have been scared out of their wits. It would be difficult for them to even stand still. How could they be as calm as Yang Xuan?
Duan Qinghong sensed that something was off, but no matter how he observed, the person before him was just a mortal. There was nothing strange about him at all.
"Let me ask you. Are you Qi Practitioners?" Yang Xuan asked again. He gently extended his arm and took the flying sword that was hovering at his throat.
Looking at the calm Yang Xuan, Duan Qinghong felt an inexplicable sense of panic.
Even Wu Yong cast his gaze at Yang Xuan again. His eyes flickered.
His jade-like fingers gently pinched the azure flying sword, as if he was pinching a snake.
The snake struggled, but no matter what, it could not break free from the two slender fingers.
Duan Qinghong's face changed drastically. He was both shocked and furious. "Who are you?"
Crack!
His fingers exerted a little force, and the azure snake produced a crisp sound. It split into two from the middle.
Spurt!
Duan Qinghong suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. His mind rapidly withered.
As an early Foundation Establishment cultivator, he had been hunted down by Wu Yong the entire time. His spiritual qi had long been depleted. Now that Yang Xuan had destroyed the flying sword that he had refined with his blood, he was instantly heavily injured.
After vomiting blood, he quickly reacted. He leapt up, wanting to leave Yang Xuan's side.
However, in the next moment, a slender hand gently pressed down on his shoulder.
"Hold on!"
With that, the hand pressed down gently.
Duan Qinghong instantly felt like a ten-thousand-ton mountain had appeared on his shoulder. It was so heavy that he could not breathe. It filled him with despair.
Duan Qinghong's face paled. He knew that he had probably run into big trouble today.
All of this happened in just a few seconds. The situation on the field had changed drastically. Wu Yong, who was watching from the opposite side, was stunned on the spot.
Swish!
A streak of light shot out from Duan Qinghong's sleeve, stabbing towards Yang Xuan's armpit.
Crack!
There was a soft sound, followed by a thunderous cry.
Wu Yong's face was a little pale. Looking at Duan Qinghong's arm that had been forcibly ripped off from his body, he suddenly felt his mouth go dry.
Although he had killed before, he still could not accept the fact that Yang Xuan had done it so simply and straightforwardly.
There was no beauty in it at all.
"If you have any more thoughts, it won't be as simple as a broken arm." Yang Xuan looked coldly at Duan Qinghong.
In a way, Yang Xuan's Primordial Spirit was closer to the Great Dao than his actual body. The seven emotions and six desires of a human were almost inaudible on the Primordial Spirit.
Large beads of sweat continuously flowed down Duan Qinghong's forehead. The intense pain made him wish he was dead.
"What sect are you from?" Yang Xuan asked calmly.
"I'm an itinerant cultivator. I don't belong to any sect." Duan Qinghong used his remaining hand to cover his wound tightly as he spoke with difficulty.
"Sir, he's an important criminal of our Misty Clouds Sect. I wonder if you can hand him over to me?" Wu Yong suddenly clasped his hands.
Yang Xuan ignored him. He only looked at Duan Qinghong and asked, "Do you know where the Seven Star Dao Sect is?"
Duan Qinghong's face was filled with a bitter smile. He stared fixedly at Yang Xuan. "Sir, are you here to make fun of me? Everyone knows about the Seven Star Dao Sect, one of the three Daos. Since I'm in your hands, you can kill me or torture me as you wish."
Yang Xuan nodded. Since Duan Qinghong knew where the Seven Star Dao Sect was, it could not be any better.
Wu Yong saw that Yang Xuan did not answer him. A sliver of anger appeared between his brows, and his tone began to turn cold.
"Sir, I'll repeat myself. Duan Qinghong is an important criminal of our Misty Clouds Sect. If you want to take him away, you'll be making an enemy of our Misty Clouds Sect. You should consider it carefully."
As the most outstanding disciple of the Misty Clouds Sect's younger generation and a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator, he had his own pride. Yang Xuan had ignored his existence time and time again, which had already angered him slightly.
"I still have use for this person. I'll return him to you after I'm done with him," Yang Xuan said indifferently without even looking at him.
Duan Qinghong's face alternated between red and white. After a while, it was filled with misery.
Once upon a time, he had actually fallen to such a state. He was like an object that could be thrown away after being used.
At this moment, he suddenly felt that life was no longer interesting.
"It's best if you hand him over to me right now," Wu Yong said coldly, losing his patience.
"What if I don't hand him over?" Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed.
"Then you'll be the enemy of the entire Misty Clouds Sect," Wu Yong said word by word as light lit up in his hand.
"Heh!" Yang Xuan laughed and shook his head. However, he only said four words. "You don't know what's good for you!"
"What?" Wu Yong flew into a rage. He suddenly waved his arm and a streak of azure light shot out from his waist. It pierced through the night sky and directly slashed towards Yang Xuan.
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