Chapter 575: Green Water

Three people ran out of the mine tunnel, their skin dark, hair disheveled, appearing flawless.

Unfortunately, when Xu Yang had achieved minor success in Marrow Cleansing, he comprehended the martial intent and began cultivating his mind and spirit; his five senses were extraordinarily sharp, so no matter how well these three hid their killing intent, as long as it was directed at him, it could not escape his perception.

"Where are the others?" Gao Lin shouted.

He seemed not yet to have noticed anything wrong with these people and strode forward intending to help them up.

"They are all hiding in the mine tunnel," the person running in front said with a trembling voice; beneath the hair covering his face, a flash of ferocity crossed his eyes and vanished instantly.

The next moment, as if tripped by something, he stumbled, his feet faltering, and both hands reached out to grab Gao Lin.

At the same time, the two following behind him accelerated, one of them throwing himself toward Xu Yang.

"Brother, be careful!"

Xu Yang cried out in surprise, and the next moment he moved as well!

What looked like a simple step forward was actually a launch like an arrow leaving the bow; soil splashed beneath his feet, and his flesh tore through the air with a roaring boom.

Huang Jin's Jin Gang Qi roared like a river bursting its banks, pouring crazily into his fist.

"Crack, crack..."

The tendons and bones throughout his body emitted crisp sounds, like a string of firecrackers going off, shaking out a vast surge of energy.

In an instant, he crossed the distance to stand before Gao Lin, his golden fist shrouded in fist-Jin Gang striking fiercely at the foremost man.

Wind-Breaking Fist!

This punch was fast and accurate; the golden fist dragged along waves of sharp, shrill whistles, as if a blade were slicing the air, stabbing painfully at the eardrums.

The vast pressure weighed down on the several men like a massive mountain crashing onto them, forcing their bodies to sink; the Jin Gang Qi they had secretly condensed stalled completely, having never expected Xu Yang to strike before them.

"Not good!"

The three roared inwardly, their expressions changing drastically; their charging forms halted abruptly, and though they wanted to retreat quickly, it was already too late—Xu Yang's fist, sharp as a knife, had already smashed into their bodies.

Xu Yang's eyes were mocking as his force erupted explosively.

The man opposite, with disheveled hair covering his face, wore an expression of utter shock.

"Bang!"

Like a heavy hammer striking a leather drum, the foremost man had no time to raise his protective Jin Gang before the fist, covered in golden fist-Jin Gang, tore through his body; the Jin Gang, sharp as a blade, crushed everything in its path and blasted inside.

With a single crisp crack, this man spewed a mouthful of blood, his legs lifting off the ground as he flew backward, smashing into the person following behind him and knocking that one away as well.

"Puchi!"

Clothes shredded, revealing a bloody hole in the exposed chest; he had been punched straight through.

"Damn it!"

The remaining ones were furious and flustered, having never expected that despite their excellent disguise, Xu Yang had still seen through them.

This beast had even turned their scheme against them, launching a heavy sneak attack that severely injured one of their own.

Black Jin Gang Qi surged out from his body, a fierce energy rolling up dust and smoke.

He tapped the ground with his toes, his whole body leaping forward like a hunting pounce, five fingers flashing with black light as they clawed toward Xu Yang.

People from the Demonic Sects!

"It's you beasts!" Gao Lin finally reacted, shock and rage mingling in his heart.

If not for Xu Yang exposing these people's identities, he would now be dead or heavily even in death.

He had never expected the Xuelian Sect members to be so audacious; after killing the disciples of the Tuofeng Ziyang Sect, they had not left but instead disguised themselves as miners here, waiting for their arrival, setting trap after trap.

Given their previous encounters, who could have thought there were still Xuelian Sect people here?

"You damned beasts!" Gao Lin was incensed beyond measure.

Harmed by people from the Demonic Sects into losing his potential to break through to Heavenly Origin, and having burned over ten years of his life span, he had long hated these people to the bone; amidst a buzzing ring of crisp sounds, he yanked out his personal blade and roared as he lunged forward.

But someone was faster than him!

Facing the claws tearing through the air, Xu Yang's face showed no expression; he stepped forward and smashed out a fist, simple and crude.

Against opponents weaker than himself, there was no need for any flashy tricks; simply pushing forward horizontally was enough.

"Boom!"

The golden fist-Jin Gang condensed until it seemed substantial, tearing through the air with a muffled sound; its unstoppable momentum made the ground on all sides tremble, cracked by the energy, rolling up billowing dust and covering itself in fissures.

The next moment, fist and claw collided.

"Bang!"

The sound was like thunder; this person clearly cultivated the Zhao Gong technique, his five fingers lean and dry like refined steel, curving with the flow to try to lock onto Xu Yang's fist.

But before he could grab hold, he felt a fierce power transmitting from the opposing fist, overwhelming and impossible to resist.

"Crack!"