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"The person I said I was going to kill?" After clearly seeing Qingyang's appearance, he was certain that he didn't know this person. The black cloaked man was also confused by Qingyang's words.

"Lo, Lord! "He's the new pharmacist from the Shangguan family!" While the black-robed man was still confused, the middle-aged man beside him shouted.

"That's right, I'm the new alchemist of the Shangguan family, Taiyi." Smiling at the two in front of him, Qingyang did not seem to be worried at all.

After all, the consciousness of a medicinal master was indeed stronger than that of an ordinary cultivator. Otherwise, how would it be possible to refine a medicinal pill for a long time to control the primordial flames?

Moreover, the Foundation Establishment stage killing a Pre-Sky Realm martial artist was only a matter of flipping one's hand over. Thus, all of this could explain why, without him noticing, he had killed the shop assistant and then entered the secret room.

"You killed my man. I didn't think you would dare to come here. You truly have some guts." Since he had already thought it through, there was no need to be afraid. Looking disdainfully at Qingyang, the black cloaked man coldly snorted and said, "However, don't think about returning today."

Qingyang naturally understood what the black-cloaked man was thinking as he spoke so arrogantly, but he didn't mind. After all, what was the point of arguing with a dead man?

"If you want to kill me, why can't I make myself understand it better?" With a chuckle, Qingyang found a wooden chair to the side and sat down under the unfriendly gaze of the two.

Staring at the calm face of Qingyang, it seemed that Qingyang was not here to die, but was instead as calm as old friends who had not seen each other for many years. The two of them could not make heads or tails of it.

Could this kid have some tricks up his sleeves? Or was it because of the help outside that he was so fearless?

Did he really hide his aura? However, if it was an expert above the Spirit Refinement realm, how could his master not know about it?

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't find an answer. He felt that Qingyang was confident in his own abilities, but he couldn't find an answer. However, the black-robed man was completely confident in his strength.

"Then how can I let you die so easily?" Looking up and down at Qingyang, he realized that apart from the fact that his clothes were not bad and his temperament was very special, so he no longer cared about the black cloaked man as he coldly asked.

"I want to know who you are, and why did you attack the people from the Shangguan family?" Qingyang softly asked as he lightly glanced at the black cloaked man.

"You only need to know that we are the people who want your life. As for why we attacked the Shangguan family, hmph, you, a small alchemist are not worthy of knowing." With a cold snort, the black-robed man appeared to be extremely disdainful.

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" The man in black didn't say anything. He didn't give Qingyang any useful information. Qing Yang's face was displeased as he said, "If you don't want to say it, then I'll have to do it myself."

Since you don't want to say it, then I will fight until you say it. There aren't many people who are so stubborn these days.

As the sound of his voice faded, Qingyang's silhouette instantly vanished from the wooden chair. That black-robed figure was stunned for a moment before he involuntarily took a step back, his aura soaring as he went on guard.

Surprisingly, Qingyang didn't attack him. Instead, he attacked the dazed middle-aged man.

Without any fancy tricks, a simple palm landed right on the middle-aged man's stomach. The middle-aged man didn't have any time to react and could only watch as the calm face of Qingyang became further and further away from him.

The middle-aged man, who was sent flying, fiercely smashed into the wall of the secret chamber. The star power that was mixed with Qingyang's casual palm strike naturally rushed into his meridian channels and shattered them. However, Qingyang couldn't help but take a few more glances as the power only caused cracks to appear on the wall and didn't collapse.

In just one breath of time, all of the Xiantian realm experts' cultivations had been destroyed and their golden cores shattered. The black-robed man knew that even if he were to fight against that middle-aged man, he might be able to shatter his meridians and golden cores. However, it was impossible to accomplish this feat in the span of a single breath, let alone with such a casual palm strike.

"Your wall is pretty good. It's just that there are some cracks on it." Glancing at the dead man, Qingyang turned his head to look at the terrified black robed man, "Now, are you willing to answer those two questions?"

The black robed man's pupils constricted. He could clearly see the flash of silver flames in Qingyang's eyes and felt even more terrified. Not only was this person's mental cultivation higher than his, his physical body was probably stronger than his by more than a sliver.

The walls of this secret chamber were forged from mixed thousand years of iron essence and had layers upon layers of restrictions placed on them. However, even if one were to slap them with his own palm, it would only create some cracks.

"It seems like you still don't want to talk about it." "Fortunately, this secret chamber is indeed very secretive. Even if I were to use all my strength, I'm afraid that no one in the outside world would know of it." Qingyang knew in his heart that this sort of person was a death warrior trained by their own forces. They did not fear life and death at all. Since they could not get any results from his words, why bother wasting time? Furthermore, the one lying on the ground might not be so courageous.

"Who exactly are you?" The black-robed man finally spoke in a cold voice. However, he only received a single palm as well as a mocking chuckle.

"The person who took your life."

With a chuckle, Qingyang no longer hesitated. The silver flame in his hand flared up and the flickering flame illuminated the entire room with a silvery glow.

Seeing that Qingyang was about to charge at him, the man in black robe hurriedly used his inner qi to protect his body. As soon as his inner qi was formed, Qingyang's palms shot forward.

This black robed man was a spirit refining expert that cultivated the body. To him, Azure Yang's head-on clash was his favorite. However, even though it was Azure Sun's Silver Flame Palm, the black robed man's heart was filled with unspeakable bitterness.

The star power was a silver flame. It surged and bombarded the protective aura. In an instant, it seemed like an endless sea of silver flames had wrapped around the black-cloaked man. Naturally, the person who felt it the most was the black-cloaked man.

The scorching hot star power that was mixed with the power of thunder and lightning was not something that the Grand Sun Primordial Flame could compare to. As the fiercely leaping lightning broke the defensive qi barrier bit by bit, the black-robed man immediately felt that his defensive qi barrier could not withstand the impact of the silver flame and was about to break.

Once this protective astral energy broke, the silver flames that followed would naturally burn him into ashes. He didn't think that his body of a Spirit Refinement realm cultivator would be able to withstand such a terrifying and strange flame.

Qingyang was also extremely astonished in his heart. Just now, he did not use the 'Green Wood Pupil' because he wanted to test the might of this star force. Now, it seemed that the word 'terrifying' could be used to describe it.

According to the current situation, the fierce lightning power within the star power had broken through the black-robed man's defense without any effort. After all, the power of lightning had always represented destruction and punishment, so its destructive power should be the head of all kinds of energy.

When the power of thunder broke through his opponent's defenses, his own Grand Sun Primordial Flame would burn him to ashes. Without defense, even a god or immortal would find it hard to escape death when facing the Grand Sun Primordial Flame.

Isn't this abnormal enough? In the current phrase, this was too much of a cheat. But after some thought, Qingyang understood that this was limited to opponents with similar cultivation bases. If the opponent's cultivation was slightly higher than his, then this power of thunder might not be able to break through his protective true energy.

Moreover, the opponent had to fight him while standing. If the opponent's body kept changing, the effect would not be great.

All of these thoughts flashed through Qingyang's mind in the span of a breath. Seeing that his protective barrier was about to break, how could the black-robed man just stand there and wait for his death? With a loud shout, a powerful force came from his arm and pushed back the green sun.

After flying backwards two steps, Qingyang stopped. Although he was somewhat surprised at how strong the black-robed man was, he didn't mind. After all, he was just like a turtle in a jar. Was he afraid that he would run away?

"I didn't expect your cultivation to be so tyrannical!" The black cloaked person spoke hatefully as he stared at Qing Yang, who was standing a short distance away.

Qing Yang shrugged. His mood was also great after he had tested the true might of that star force. He answered indifferently, "Are you willing to give up now?"

"Tell you the question?" The black robed person suddenly shattered the black robe on his body, revealing a majestic body that was as tough as steel. A faint earthen yellow energy circulated on his skin. The black robed person, whose aura had soared, was currently as majestic as a mountain.

"So he's a body cultivator." Qing Yang glanced at the bulging muscles of his body in surprise. He naturally sensed the rich strength contained within them. From the looks of it, he was definitely prepared to die.

Since he had given Qingyang three chances to live, how could Qingyang ever feel pity for him again? When dealing with an enemy, one must eliminate the root of the problem.

A pair of silver-grey eyes suddenly lit up as the silver flame in his hand churned violently. Qingyang's cold voice was filled with a bone-piercing killing intent, as though it was from the underworld.

"A Spirit Refiner? "In my eyes, you are just an ant."