The green light tore through the air with a power that could cut through everything as it attacked Yang Xuan's face.
Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed as traces of killing intent flashed across them.
This was because Wu Yong's attack did not leave any room for mercy. Instead, it was meant to kill.
"Heh!" Yang Xuan chuckled as he casually extended a finger.
In the next moment, time stopped. Blood danced in the sky, dyeing the dark night sky red.
Duan Qinghong's face was ashen and his eyes were filled with fear. He looked at Yang Xuan as if he had seen a ghost.
Fresh blood and minced meat drifted down. Yang Xuan took in a deep breath. He did not know why, but he actually liked this smell a little.
It was a thick smell of blood.
"Golden … Golden Core!" Duan Qinghong's teeth chattered as he finally spat out two words in fear.
These two words were as light as a feather, but they weighed more than a thousand kilograms.
A Golden Core! Out of 10,000 cultivators, there might not even be one Golden Core cultivator.
At this moment, Duan Qinghong was extremely glad that he had only lost an arm.
"Do you know where the Seven Star Dao Sect is?" Yang Xuan ignored the blood rain in front of him and only asked indifferently.
Duan Qinghong shuddered and nodded like he was pecking at rice. "Yes, yes, I know."
"Alright, take me to the Seven Star Dao Sect." Yang Xuan's words were simple and clear.
"Se … Senior, you killed Wu Yong. I'm afraid … I'm afraid that we will be hunted down by the Misty Clouds Sect before we reach the Seven Star Dao Sect." Duan Qinghong looked at the fragments on the ground and smiled bitterly.
"Oh? What do you mean? "Yang Xuan asked.
Duan Qinghong walked over and kicked out a white jade token from the fragments. He looked at it and sighed. "Senior, the important disciples of the Misty Clouds Sect all have this identity jade token. Not only does it indicate their identity as a disciple of the Misty Clouds Sect, but it also has an important function. Once the owner dies, the jade token will immediately transmit the scene before his death to the Misty Clouds Sect. I'm afraid that the experts of the Misty Clouds Sect are already on their way."
"Is the Misty Clouds Sect close to here?" Yang Xuan asked again.
"It's not far. It'll only take a day to fly on a sword," Duan Qinghong explained.
"It's fine." Yang Xuan said indifferently, "The Seven Star Dao Sect is in that direction."
Duan Qinghong smiled bitterly. "We happen to be passing by the Seven Star Dao Sect, but we can take a detour."
"No need!" Yang Xuan said faintly. With a flick of his foot, the cyan flying sword that originally belonged to Wu Yong fell into his hand. With a sweep of his Divine Sense, he erased the imprint left by Wu Yong.
"Let's go!" he said indifferently. Then, with a leap, he jumped onto the flying sword.
Duan Qinghong's eyes were filled with helplessness. After thinking for a moment, he sighed, took out a flying sword, and jumped on.
At the same time, in a room that was not too luxurious, Yang Xuan's main body was leaning on a chair with an indifferent expression.
Behind the desk in front of him, a poker face was frowning.
"Yang Fan, behave yourself. This is not a place where you can behave atrociously."
Yang Xuan glanced at him and smiled. "Get the head of the Seventh Secret Service to see me."
"How dare you!" Poker Face slammed the table so hard that the spotlights on the table almost fell to the ground.
"Don't be angry!" Yang Xuan shook his head and said indifferently, "You can't make the decision on what I want to talk about."
Poker Face was so angry that he wanted to stuff the recording pen in his hand directly into Yang Xuan's mouth and stir it up.
Ever since Yang Xuan came here, his attitude had been like this, which made Poker Face very unhappy.
"Explain clearly the matter of killing Zhang Ping first, then we'll talk about other things." Poker Face suppressed his anger and said.
"I killed him. There's no corpse left." Yang Xuan had no intention of hiding anything.
"Good, good. It's good that you admit it. You really are lawless." Poker Face was so angry that he laughed. "Do you really think that no one can control you?"
"I believe that!" Yang Xuan nodded. When Poker Face's anger subsided, he said, "But it definitely wasn't you."
"You …" Poker Face felt like he was going to vomit blood.
Bang!
Yang Xuan exerted a little force and the special handcuffs on his wrists shattered into pieces.
Poker Face was shocked. He quickly pulled out a pistol from his arms and pointed it directly at Yang Xuan.
"Don't move. What are you doing?"
Yang Xuan didn't even pay attention to him. He just moved his feet and walked directly to the one-way glass on the left.
Bang!
Poker Face fired. The bullet, accompanied by a faint smoke, directly hit Yang Xuan's back.
After a soft sound, the bullet fell to the ground. Yang Xuan's back didn't even have a trace of the bullet.
Poker Face's eyeballs almost fell out. His mouth was so wide open that a fist could be stuffed in.
Yang Xuan walked in front of the glass. In the mirror, Yang Xuan's face suddenly revealed a trace of a smile.
"You're their leader?" He asked, baffled.
Behind the mirror, the jacket man and the casual man who had brought Yang Xuan over were livid. They didn't say a word.
In front of them stood a man with a muscular body.
Through the glass, the man looked at Yang Xuan, who was close at hand. There was a trace of strangeness in his eyes.
After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "No, I'm not."
Crack!
The bullet-proof glass shattered and covered the ground. He and Yang Xuan came face to face.
"Can you take me to see him?" Yang Xuan stared at the muscular man and asked.
The muscular man stopped his subordinates who were about to rush forward and nodded. "Yes, but you have to prove that you have the qualifications."
"How do I prove it?" Yang Xuan asked curiously.
"Defeat me!" Shuo Zhuang stared into Yang Xuan's eyes and said calmly.
Boom!
The next moment, his body flew backward and slammed into the wall, creating a big hole in the wall and revealing the room next door.
In the room full of instruments, more than a dozen staff members looked over in surprise.
Outside the big hole, there were several fully armed soldiers. They instantly aimed their black muzzles at Yang Xuan.
"Captain!" The man in the jacket was the first to react. His face drained of color as he rushed towards Yang Xuan.
"Stop! Cough cough … "In the nick of time, the muscular man struggled to get up from the ruins and suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood.
The few people who rushed up stopped and ran over to help the muscular man up.
"My name is Liu Sihai." The muscular man breathed heavily. There was a trace of horror in his eyes. "I'm the captain of the third team of the Seventh Special Service Division."
Yang Xuan did not comment. He only asked calmly, "Can you take me to see your boss now?"
Liu Sihai nodded. He waved his hand and asked the soldiers to put down their guns. Then he said, "Since you can defeat me, it's enough to prove your strength. A talent like you is exactly what we need. I'm sure the director would be happy to see you."
Naturally, someone came to clean up the broken bricks and tiles. Yang Xuan followed Liu Sihai to another room.
"I practice martial arts and have reached the peak of Transforming Strength. I didn't expect to be sent flying by you in one move. There's always someone better. I wonder if you're a … martial artist? Superpower? Or … "
"I'm a Qi Practitioner," Yang Xuan said simply.
"I see." Liu Sihai suddenly understood. Since he was a mysterious Qi Practitioner, it was not strange.
"The plane is already arranged. We'll go to the capital soon. A talent like you is exactly what we need." Liu Sihai did not seem to hold any grudges and said happily.
Yang Xuan thought for a moment and asked, "What kind of organization is the Seventh Special Service Division?"
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