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Just when Jiang Yang was about to kick Jiang Yu away, a dagger suddenly shot out from Jiang Yu's hand and instantly stabbed towards Jiang Yang's chest. Jiang Yang already possessed demonic powers and his perception far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators. Moreover, with the support of the Great Mysterious Scripture, his sensitivity had become even stronger. From the moment Jiang Yu wanted to kill him, Jiang Yang had noticed that something was off about Jiang Yu.

When the dagger was about to touch Jiang Yang's body, Jiang Yang immediately dodged and used his fingers to catch Jiang Yu's dagger. However, in the process, Jiang Yang's finger was accidentally cut by the dagger. Although it was very small, it still bled.

"Fuck you!"

Jiang Yang kicked Jiang Yu, who was below him, seventy to eighty feet away. The strength of this kick was enough to carry four thousand pounds of weight. If Jiang Yu hadn't practiced a body tempering cultivation technique, this kick would have taken his life.

"I was going to spare your lives. It seems like you two will choose to die here!"

A whirlpool condensed in Jiang Yang's hand. The demonic and spiritual powers collided, producing a sound as if the air was being torn apart. The power of this Dao technique caused Jiang Yun and Jiang Yu, who were already at the peak of the seventh level of Qi Condensation, to stare at it with wide eyes and expressions of disbelief.

"Is this the Dao technique of someone at the seventh level of Qi Condensation?" Why do I feel like this is even stronger than someone at the eighth level of Qi Condensation!? "

A few sixth level Qi Condensation disciples that were hiding at the side whispered.

"It is said that Jiang Yang used this move to defeat Chen Tong. There were at least dozens of people who saw it on the street that day.

"Indeed, it's as the Grand Elder said. This Jiang Yang is a fiend." "He's already so bloodthirsty not long after he regained his ability to cultivate. Once Jiang Yang grows up, who else in our Jiang family can stop him? We'll just let him kill as he pleases."

Although there was hatred in their words for Jiang Yang, no one dared to stop him because of his power.

Just as Jiang Yang was about to release the spinning wave, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder. Jiang Yang immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He was completely unaware of this person's appearance.

"Stop!"

A dignified voice rang out. Jiang Yang turned around and saw that the person who had appeared was his father, the head of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhaoyang.

When Jiang Zhaoyang placed his large hand on Jiang Yang's shoulder, a surge of power immediately came from Jiang Yang's body. This power quickly dissolved the cyclone in Jiang Yang's hand. Jiang Zhaoyang furrowed his brows. He had just neutralized Jiang Yang's power, but now he felt a trace of resistance. Jiang Yang was only at the seventh level of Qi Condensation. His strength was already comparable to that of a Grand Elder, and even a Spirit Condensation expert would not be able to make him feel this way.

"Why did you stop me!"

When Jiang Yang saw Jiang Zhaoyang's appearance, he didn't have the slightest fear. Instead, he wanted to continue killing Jiang Yun and Jiang Yu here.

"There's no reason why. This is what my Patriarch should do." Jiang Zhaoyang pointed at the back of Jiang Yang and he immediately felt that all the strength in his body had been sealed by Jiang Yang's finger. In front of Jiang Zhaoyang, he was just like a child. He had no way to fight against him.

Jiang Zhaoyang gestured to the other disciples, who immediately helped Jiang Yun and Jiang Yu up. He then took Jiang Yun and Jiang Yu and retreated in the direction of the clan.

Only Jiang Yang and Jiang Zhaoyang were left under the bamboo mountain.

"In your eyes, only they can be counted as part of the Jiang family, and I'm not even comparable to an outsider, am I?"

Jiang Yang looked straight at Jiang Zhaoyang. Even though Jiang Zhaoyang was his father, Jiang Yang's memories never let him experience the warmth of his father. On the contrary, even if someone mocked or bullied Jiang Yang, he would only watch coldly from the sidelines.

"There are some things you just haven't seen. As the Patriarch, there are a lot of things to worry about, and what I have done is not wrong. I've done my best for you. "If you had just killed Jiang Yun and Jiang Yu, even I might not have been able to save you."

Jiang Zhaoyang sighed and slowly walked away. Although he watched every step he took, he didn't take a single step. It was as if he had crossed hundreds of feet. Within a few breaths, Jiang Zhaoyang's figure slowly shrunk until he disappeared from Jiang Yang's sight.

"Protect me? If you want to protect me, why can't I see you? "

Jiang Yang lowered his head and clenched his fists. At the end of the day, his strength was still insufficient. If he had enough strength, then how could the people from the Jiang family dare say that he was a fiend? How could those two supreme elders have the opportunity to go against him? It was obviously just a prophecy, but it was only because they were afraid of how strong Jiang Yang's killing intent source was.

Less than a quarter of an hour after Jiang Zhaoyang had left, Jiang Yang's body seemed to have suddenly become at ease. The restriction that Jiang Zhaoyang had placed on him had already disappeared.

Jiang Yang picked up a huge boulder weighing 6000 pounds and walked towards the top of the bamboo mountain. This scene was akin to that of a small person carrying a large mountain. No matter how heavy this mountain was, Jiang Yang would still push him up. He wanted to carry this mountain and straighten his body so that no one could crush him.

In a pavilion in the Jiang family, Jiang Quan Yang was quietly sitting on a stone chair. His eyes looked into the distance as he held a cup of hot tea in his hand. He exhaled a breath of fresh air and lightly pursed his lips onto the teacup.

"Chu Zhaoyang, the investigation on that day is almost done."

A stream of smoke floated in front of Jiang Zhaoyang and a figure stepped out from the smoke. It was the hall master of the elders, Jiang Mukong. He had appeared in the pavilion.

"The elder who tried to assassinate Jiang Yang that day was one of the people under the Grand Elder. However, due to the existence of the Grand Elder, we are temporarily unable to make a move against him. "

Jiang Mukong sat down across from Jiang Zhaoyang, lit up his pipe and took a deep breath.

"It seems like they are not going to stop with the agreement they made with the Supreme Elder." "I had originally thought that if they crippled Jiang Yang, he would be safe from them all. Unfortunately, another storm will arise."

Jiang Zhaoyang's eyes were filled with worry.

"Chao Yang, you only need to keep an eye on the Supreme Elder. As for the other experts in the clan, I naturally have ways to restrict them. "As for the younger generation of the clan, I reckon that only Spring Tiger can threaten Jiang Yang now."

"They were originally brothers, but Quanhu was refined by two Utmost Exalted Elders with their strength since he was young. Now, even I, his father, do not want to believe that."

Jiang Zhaoyang sighed. Although he was the clan leader, there were many things which he was unable to control.