The Ren family collapsed.
It happened overnight.
No one knew what had happened, and no one could guess what had happened.
However, there was a rumor that spread like wildfire.
That was, the Ren family had offended someone they couldn't afford to offend.
It was that big shot who had razed the Ren family to the ground.
However, this was just a rumor that couldn't be confirmed.
For a moment, the whole Pinghai City was in turmoil.
In Yang Xuan's villa on Mount Yunwu, Xiao Jing stared dumbfoundedly at the ball of flame in Yang Xuan's hand. After a moment of silence, she exclaimed, "So you're a magician."
Yang Xuan said angrily, "Have you ever seen such a powerful magician?"
Xiao Jing reached out to touch the flame, but she said, "What else can I be if I'm not a magician?"
Yang Xuan was afraid of hurting her, so he dispersed the flame and said seriously, "Xiao Jing, I want to tell you my secret."
Xiao Jing was stunned, and her face gradually became serious.
She had guessed that Yang Xuan might have a big secret, but she was smart enough not to ask.
If Yang Xuan could tell her, he would definitely tell her. If he didn't want to tell her, then there must be a reason why he couldn't tell her.
After thinking for a while, she asked softly, "Will you be hurt if I know this secret?"
Yang Xuan was a little taken aback, but his heart immediately became as tender as water. Rubbing her head, he said, "No!"
"Will it bring you trouble?" Xiao Jing asked again.
"No, don't think too much." Yang Xuan said gently, "I'm telling you my secret because I want to take you with me when I leave here."
Xiao Jing was relieved. She nodded like a chicken pecking rice and said, "Well, tell me. I'm listening."
Yang Xuan took a deep breath and exhaled. He said slowly, "This is a very long story …"
…
In Penglai, Ming Huaqing looked at Yang Xuan, who was standing quietly on the cliff. His clothes fluttered in the wind, but he didn't move. He had mixed feelings.
For some reason, he had a feeling in his heart that the man in front of him didn't seem to belong to this world.
She was clearly right in front of him, but there was always a kind of illusory feeling.
"The Asura Gate is located within the Asura Valley, less than a hundred li away from here. Sovereign, should we rest for a while, or …?" Ming Huaqing sighed and asked.
"No need, we'll head straight to Asura's Gate." Yang Xuan said indifferently, his eyes cold.
Ming Huaqing didn't say anything else, but his eyes were filled with worry.
The man in front of him wanted to unify Penglai. This kind of thing had been done before in the history of Penglai, but without exception, they all ended up very miserably.
Immortal cultivators were never willing to be bound by restrictions.
After hesitating for a long time, Ming Huaqing gritted his teeth and made a final effort. "Sect Master, if you want to unify Penglai, why don't you take charge of Seven Stars and slowly plan for it? With your cultivation, I'm sure you'll be able to fulfill your long-cherished wish …"
He wasn't worried about Yang Xuan, but about the Seven Star Dao Sect.
Yang Xuan's actions had undoubtedly pushed the Seven Star Dao Sect to the forefront of the storm. If they were the slightest bit careless, they would be smashed to pieces.
"I don't have that much time," Yang Xuan said indifferently and didn't explain further.
Ming Huaqing let out a long sigh. In fact, he had already expected this outcome.
From the moment Yang Xuan said that he wanted to unify Penglai, he knew that this bloody storm was unavoidable.
'Ancestral Master, please protect me.'
He prayed secretly.
A hundred li was only an instant for a Qi Refinement cultivator.
Yang Xuan didn't only bring Ming Huaqing and him on this trip. He also brought the elders and elite disciples of the Seven Star Dao Sect.
Even though he could wipe out the Shura Sect on his own, someone had to clean up the mess.
When they arrived at the Asura Gate, the disciples of the Asura Sect dressed in black were already waiting outside the Asura Valley.
"Ming Huaqing, why have you come to the Asura Gate?" In front of the valley, a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe looked at Ming Huaqing coldly with a cold expression.
A bitter smile appeared on Ming Huaqing's face. He stepped forward and said in a low voice, "He is the sect master of the Asura Gate, nicknamed Asura. No one knows his real name."
Asura looked at Yang Xuan.
He was not a fool. Ming Huaqing's every move showed that the young man in front of him was the main character.
Yang Xuan ignored him and raised his head to look at the sky.
The sky was dark and dark clouds were hanging low. A storm was coming.
He let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Asura.
A moment later, a cold voice sounded, "Submit or perish. I'll give you three breaths of time to consider."
"What?" Asura widened his eyes in shock. He almost suspected that he was hallucinating.
Submit or perish?
Lunatic?
Fool?
"Ignorant junior!" He sneered. A crescent moon descended from the sky and instantly descended on Yang Xuan's head.
Asura of the Moon.
This was an extremely powerful spell that only the sect master of the Asura Gate could cultivate. It could use one's own spiritual energy to deal great damage to the enemy.
Countless cultivators below the level of Asura had died under this spell.
His first move was a killing move.
Ming Huaqing's expression became serious. There was even a hint of hidden anticipation.
He did not expect Asura to use the ultimate move of the Asura Gate.
Asura was like the moon, killing like dust.
Asura had a rich experience in battles and had never underestimated anyone.
Although he looked disdainful on the surface, the vigilance in his heart was at its peak.
Ming Huaqing's attitude had already explained everything.
The young man in front of him was extremely terrifying.
Therefore, he attacked with all his strength. This was the ultimate move of the Asura Gate.
He was confident that he could succeed in one strike if he wanted to attack when he was unprepared.
However, the next moment, what happened in front of him stunned him.
Because in front of the crescent moon, there was only a finger as white as jade that touched the crescent moon.
Poof!
After a soft sound, the white crescent moon disappeared.
Asura's face was a little pale, and a bad feeling emerged in his heart.
To be able to become a sect master, he was not a fool.
Ming Huaqing smiled bitterly when the Seven Stars Sect attacked. The elders and disciples behind him lowered their heads and did not say anything. All of this pointed to a problem.
The young man in front of him had already suppressed the Seven Stars Sect.
He was not a fool. In the face of an unknown enemy, he would not let his guard down.
The Moon Strike just now was actually a full-strength attack that he had secretly prepared for a long time. Therefore, when Yang Xuan used only a finger to make his attack disappear, the waves in his heart were not as calm as he looked on the surface.
"Who exactly are you?" He enunciated each word with a serious expression.
Boom!
What answered him was a palm that fell from the sky.
It weighed more than 5,000 kilograms and occupied the entire sky.
An invisible force gathered in the palm, as if it wanted to turn everything into dust.
Asura's expression changed drastically.
He could not take this palm.
Not only could he not take it, even if all the elders and disciples of the Asura Sect attacked together, they would not be able to take it.
Furthermore, if this palm were to descend, the entire Asura Valley would likely become history.
How could there be such a terrifying person in this world? How could he have such a terrifying cultivation?
At this moment, Asura almost suspected that he was still in a dream.
He was not the only one. Even Ming Huaqing and the elders behind Yang Xuan had a drastic change in expression. Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
The power of this palm was beyond their imagination.
If Yang Xuan had used this palm on the Seven Stars Mountain, the Seven Stars Mountain would have ceased to exist.
Ming Huaqing knew that Yang Xuan's cultivation was high, but he never expected it to be so high.
At this moment, his entire body was trembling.
The giant palm fell and the mountain rocks began to crack. Asura's expression was ferocious.
A triangular piece of metal suddenly appeared in front of him, trembling slightly and constantly bobbing up and down.
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes.
In just an instant, the spiritual energy in Asura's body disappeared and all of it poured into the triangular piece of metal.
The next moment, he shouted crazily, "Disperse!"
Boom!
The giant palm fell and smashed heavily on the entire Asura Valley, then … it disappeared into thin air.
Looking at the intact Asura Valley, Yang Xuan suddenly smiled.
"What a treasure!" He said softly. Ripples rose under his feet and he stepped into it.
Asura's face was pale and his body was on the verge of collapse. Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
If it were not for this immortal treasure, the entire Asura Valley would probably have been turned into ashes.
The ripples appeared again and a white hand suddenly reached out from the ripples, gently grabbing at Asura's throat.
Crack!
The space shattered bit by bit, and countless cracks appeared.
Asura's face was full of fear and he could barely breathe.
The next moment, he knelt on one knee and raised the immortal treasure in his hand high above his head.
"I submit!"
These three words came out of his mouth with great difficulty.
The cracks instantly disappeared. The white hand gently reached out and took the immortal treasure from his hand.
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