Everyone was looking forward to that moment. They were looking forward to seeing the powerful enemy in front of them turn into ashes and disappear without a trace.
Many people had seen this scene before.
A hundred years ago, a demonic cultivator had invaded the Seven Star Mountain. That day, Elder Huang Chang had done the same thing as today. He had lifted up the scorching sun and then set it down. The enemy had turned into ashes without leaving a trace.
Therefore, no one thought that the result would be different today.
The enemy who dared to block the scorching sun was destined to be turned into ashes.
However, they were destined to be disappointed.
Facing the scorching sun in the sky, Yang Xuan only glanced at it slightly. He didn't even have a trace of disdain on his face.
Huang Chang was indeed a Nascent Soul cultivator, but his strength was only comparable to Yang Xuan's Golden Core.
In the next moment, the scorching sun melted like ice and snow. Tens of thousands of rays of light reversed and returned to where they came from.
The sound of glass shattering continuously rang out. The scorching sun in the sky, along with the Seven Star Mountain, turned into fragments that filled the sky and then disappeared without a trace.
All of this happened in just a few short seconds. Everything was reversed.
Even when Huang Chang spat out blood and flew out, the faces of the Seven Star Mountain disciples were filled with anticipation and excitement. They didn't even have time to change their expressions.
However, when Huang Chang fell in front of them, all of their expressions froze and then turned sluggish.
"This is impossible!"
Huang Chang's face was filled with shock and fear. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
He slammed the ground and jumped up. His hands continuously formed seals and rays of golden light appeared in front of him.
Huang Chang's face was filled with malevolence. Accompanied by blood at the corner of his mouth, he looked like a demon.
"Die for me …"
At this moment, a faint voice penetrated the space and the golden light and entered his ears.
"I said that you only have one chance to attack and not die."
The voice was faint, but when it fell into Huang Chang's ears, it was heavy.
The sword light that was trembling rapidly suddenly stopped. Huang Chang's expression was fierce, but the hesitation in his eyes couldn't be concealed.
He had cultivated for hundreds of years. It wasn't easy for him to reach this step today.
At this moment, he hesitated.
"Elder Huang, you can leave."
Just as Huang Shang was hesitating, a dignified voice came from afar.
Huang Shang sighed, and the sword light began to dissipate.
He knew that from the moment he hesitated, he had already made his choice.
He didn't want to die. He didn't have the guts to attack Yang Xuan again.
An old man in a white robe flew over from afar with a few elders of the same age, landing in front of Yang Xuan.
"Greetings, Sect Leader!"
All of the seven-star disciples bowed respectfully.
"I'm Ming Huaqing, the Sect Master of the Seven Stars Sect. Do you have a grudge with the Seven Stars Sect?" The elder's tone was calm as he asked Yang Xuan.
"There's no enmity between us. I just want to take something away," Yang Xuan said coolly.
"This?" Ming Huaqing flipped his palm and a shining triangular piece of metal appeared in his hand.
The cloud patterns on it moved slightly like flowing water.
Yang Xuan took a deep breath. This was the second piece of triangular metal he had seen.
"Yes!" He only said one word.
The triangular metal floated up and down in Ming Huaqing's hand. Yang Xuan vaguely discovered that there was a strange aura flowing outside the gray metal surface.
Was it an illusion?
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
"So, you came for this immortal treasure. Then it's not strange." Ming Huaqing sighed deeply. There was a trace of melancholy between his brows.
"In the past ten years, there have been so many disputes over these four immortal treasures. How many people have died? I originally thought that after the last immortal treasure battle, Penglai would be peaceful for at least a hundred years. Who would have thought that after only three years, my seven-star disciple would die because of this immortal treasure?" Ming Huaqing looked at Yang Xuan. There was no hatred or killing intent in his eyes. There was only a faint trace of pity. "Sometimes I wonder if it was right or wrong for Di Luo to bring the four immortal treasures to Penglai. Was it a blessing or a curse? "
"Sect Leader …" An old man in a Taoist robe bowed with worry on his face.
"Say no more. I know what you want to say." Ming Huaqing interrupted him. "The immortal treasures are innocent. The ones who are guilty are those who call themselves immortals. Haha, immortals?"
Ming Huaqing smiled. There was a trace of mockery on his face.
Yang Xuan had been listening to him. However, the more he listened, the more confused he became.
"You said … this is an immortal treasure?" He looked at the triangular metal in Ming Huaqing's hand and asked.
"You don't know? Then what do you want it for? "Ming Huaqing looked even more confused than Yang Xuan.
"The only reason I want him is because he was mine to begin with." Yang Xuan did not hide anything, and spoke the truth.
"It's yours?" Ming Huaqing was stunned at first. Then, he laughed very happily.
"I haven't heard such a funny joke in a long time," Ming Huaqing said with a smile, as if he was an old friend, greeting him with a smile.
However, this smile was a little cold.
The triangular metal slowly sank into Ming Huaqing's palm. Then, he put his hands behind his back and looked at Yang Xuan calmly. "Since you're here for this immortal treasure, then there's nothing more to say. If you want to get it, it depends on your methods."
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes. After a long silence, he suddenly said, "In a situation like this, what would you do?"
No one answered. His words seemed to be spoken to the air.
Ming Huaqing looked at him in confusion.
Yang Xuan seemed to be laughing, but it also seemed like he was not. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, as if he was listening to a voice that did not exist.
"Therefore, I think that only killing and destruction is the perfect way to solve all problems." After a moment, Yang Xuan muttered to himself again.
For some reason, Ming Huaqing suddenly felt a little cold. It was as if the surrounding temperature had suddenly dropped.
Then, he saw that, at some point, in the strange young man's eyes, there seemed to be traces of red appearing.
A faint smell of blood came from an unknown place, accompanied by a low laughter.
Yang Xuan was laughing. His laughter was cold, like blood, like ice.
"Die!"
He paused after every word. His gaze fell on Ming Huaqing and everyone in the Seven Star Mountain.
…
Yang Xuan, who had just gotten off the plane, suddenly stopped and did not move.
His gaze seemed to penetrate space in an instant and fell on an unknown place.
After a long while, he said softly, "So, you didn't die."
The shapeshifter did not understand. He asked with a puzzled face, "Mr. Yang, what's wrong?"
"Nothing!" Yang Xuan shook his head and did not explain.
The shapeshifter did not ask anymore. He just said, "Mr. Yang, we are now going to the special forces assembly point. However, before that, you need to choose a title for yourself. During the operation, we will call you by your title and not your real name."
"Do I need a title?" Yang Xuan looked at the shapeshifter.
The shapeshifter nodded and said, "Generally speaking, external titles are formed naturally. However, you are an exception. You can choose one yourself."
Yang Xuan nodded, but his gaze fell on an unknown place in the distance.
After a moment, he said faintly, "Then I'll call you Demon God."
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