C143

The spirit energy gathering point in Jiang Yang's palm exploded and a spinning wave flew out from it. A Dao technique that combined demonic and spiritual energy was even more terrifying than the Explosive Flame Fist and the Ice Breaking Fist. There was also dark demonic energy mixed in, which made the situation even stranger.

"Senior Martial Brother, get out of the way!"

The pock faced youth wanted to rush over and stop them, but the moment he came into contact with the violent spiritual energy surrounding the spinning wave, his entire body was blasted away. The current Lie Haoyang was no longer as tough as he was before. As the cyclone struck him, he was unable to evade it with his own speed.

His hands faced the spinning wave and his muscles bulged. He was using all his strength to unleash the power in his body.

"Break for me!"

The azure-red light enveloped his body, creating a thunderous sound. Lie Haoyang's body nearly broke a huge tree that was over a hundred meters tall.

Waves of white smoke came out from the deep depression in the tree trunk while Lie Haoyang spurted out large mouthfuls of blood.

"You ? Just who are you ? You can't possibly only be a field cultivator! "

After he finished speaking, his eyelids fluttered and he fainted.

"Senior-apprentice Brother Haoyang!"

The other five disciples of the Tyrant Yuan Sect all ran to Lie Haoyang's side. After checking if he still had any breath left, they immediately turned their eyes towards him.

"Do the three of you know who was injured today?"

"Who?"

Jiang Yang asked in an indifferent tone.

"The one you guys injured today is the son of the five Palace Masters of our Tyrant Yuan Sect, Feng Luan. Now that you're here to die, you can leave your corpses intact!"

One of the women said coldly to Jiang Yang.

A smile appeared on Jiang Yang's face under the mask.

"Really?" Do you really think that the few of you will have the chance to return to the Tyrant Yuan Sect? "

Jiang Yang walked towards the remaining five disciples of the Tyrant Yuan Sect one step at a time. He seemed to be walking slowly, but in reality, he was walking a few meters forward with each step.

A rich infernal energy burst out from Jiang Yang's body. When paired with the drooping blood that flowed from his back, he wore a scarlet ghost face mask. In the eyes of those people, Jiang Yang was just like an Asura who was about to take his life.

Jiang Yang could use his Dao arts to injure himself in exchange for dodging the final move of the Power Yuan Tian. Such a ruthless person could kill a few disciples of the Tyrant Yuan Sect without any worries.

Watching Jiang Yang walk over step by step with an ice-cold expression on his face, the remaining five disciples finally started to panic. The woman who had caused Jiang Yang death was now biting his thin lips and his legs were trembling nonstop.

The remaining four men didn't get much better either. Every time Jiang Yang took a step forward, their hearts would beat even more fiercely.

As an inner disciple of the Tyrant Yuan Sect, he originally had the qualifications to look down on the cultivators of Great Yan Nation and even the Da Qi Kingdom. But in front of a rogue cultivator like Jiang Yang, they didn't dare to be as arrogant as before.

"Wait, brother, we have something to talk about. We were all wrong. "However, if you continue to act so aggressively, the elders or deacons of our sect will find out. It will be difficult for you to leave the ruins of the Danchen Sect safely."

One of the disciples began to speak to ease the tension, hoping to calm the conflict with Jiang Yang. But in the depths of his eyes, the killing intent towards Jiang Yang still existed.

"Hahahaha ?" When the time comes? If I hadn't used my Tao technique in the face of danger to seriously injure myself in exchange for dodging your senior brother's attack, I would already be a corpse. Now that your senior has lost his fighting strength, you actually dared to speak to me like this, you are truly laughable! "

Jiang Yang waved his right arm as a violent flame ignited. Even though he was more than ten meters away from these disciples of the Tyrant Yuan Sect, those disciples could still feel the terrifying might of his Explosive River Fist. When such a punch landed, even if the five of them combined their powers to block it, they might not be able to completely block it. What's more, there were two wild cultivators behind Jiang Yang who were slightly stronger than them.

As Wang Yan watched Jiang Yang's posture, he couldn't help but ponder about the consequences. The other party was the son of one of the five great hall masters. If he were to really kill him here, it was likely that he would draw the anger of the entire Tyrant Yuan Sect. Even as a member of the Da Qi Kingdom, Jiang Yang could not escape the pursuit of the Ba Yuan Sect.

"Brother Jiang, you can't!"

Just as Wang Yan was shouting at Jiang Yang, Jiang Yang threw out a punch. Although his body was quite injured, Jiang Yang's strength hadn't been greatly reduced.

These five people in front of him had the strength of heaven's pride experts, but they were merely the heaven's pride experts of the Tyrant Yuan Sect. They were not considered powerful experts in the entire Great Yan and Da Qi Kingdom. For normal cultivators, it was fine. However, in the face of Jiang Yang and Lu Mingshan, who were peak Qi Condensation cultivators, they were no match for them.

The punch exploded in flames and a huge flaming fist blocked the view of the five people from the Ba Yuan Sect. At this moment, they felt for the first time what was called the fear of death. Under the Explosive Flames Fist, it was even difficult for them to dodge. The suppressive feeling of this Spiritual Energy was too terrifying.

BOOM!

A bloody light flashed outside of the pockmarked man's body. At this moment, he had actually burned the spirit root in his body in exchange for an instant of explosive power.

After the loud sound, the power of Jiang Yang's Explosive Flame Fist disappeared. The pockmarked man laid on the ground, his legs still twitching slightly.

"Five inner court disciples, is this the only one with a bit of backbone?"

Suddenly, a voice drifted through the air. Jiang Yang's gaze swept across the area and saw a young man in embroidered clothes standing on the giant tree branch. He should be around twenty years old. He seemed very calm as he stood there, but the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to slightly revolve, rustling the leaves.

Behind this man, there was another person staring at Jiang Yang. This was a woman with skin as thick as cinnabar and lips like cinnabar. Liu Mei's almond eyes, white teeth eyes. Every frown and smile could not be dealt with in any way. Jiang Yang was very familiar with this woman. He was the owner of the spirit beast that Jiang Yang had come here to kill a few days ago ? Ruan Qingxuan.

"Looks like the people from the Tyrant Yuan Sect are only mediocre."

She said coldly.

"Junior Sister, you can't say that. The kid in front of him who was wearing a ghost mask did indeed have a bit of strength. "In the end, he is only a wild cultivator. If Gu Ao of the Tyrant Yuan Sect were here, he would have already taken care of him."