Chapter 58

He is simply a freak, raising his hand he suppressed the disciples of the ancient aristocratic family!

Who is this person? How come I've never heard of him before?

Many people had gathered at Duan Mountain; after a brief silence, they exploded into heated discussion, chattering wildly.

He is definitely not a heavenly pride of our Quzhou generation; he must have come from elsewhere.

I remember now; not long ago, Situ Feng was severely injured by a single blow, nearly dying, and I heard that person had a black dog following him!

People speculated about Yang Zhu's identity, knowing he definitely did not belong to their Quzhou; later someone clapped their hands, recalling the recent major event that occurred in Chaoyang City.

What exactly is your identity? Dare to kill my ancient aristocratic family's disciple in front of so many people!

The Ji family disciples and the Yaoguang Holy Land disciples were angry; no matter how you say it, they had seen big scenes before; even if fearful, they wouldn't flee, they brought out their backing forces, attempting to suppress Yang Zhu.

Whether you know my identity or not doesn't matter much; as long as you leave here, I will not strike.

Yang Zhu spoke; he also did not want to kill without reason, and had already given the opposing side a chance.

If I do not suppress and kill you here today, it would disgrace my family's name!

The Ji family and Yaoguang people together numbered over ten; someone shouted loudly, unable to swallow this anger.

The next moment, they collectively attacked and killed; various treasures and Shen Gong were unleashed, their might shaking the nine heavens! Palm turned upside down, fingers flipped and pressed down, a blue wooden seal several dozen zhang in size formed, as large as a small mountain, pressing down with the momentum of the supreme pressing from above.

Someone spat out a burst of rosy light from their mouth, a verdant, glossy jade-green dagger that could even rend space, stabbing forward with a sound of tearing the void.

Another produced a bronze mirror, simple and unadorned, yet its might was terrifyingly great; today it bears some resemblance to the Void Realm, actually having been imitation-crafted!

Techniques and Shen Gong were all unleashed; the powerful tremors shook Duan Mountain, causing it to sway; cracks half a zhang thick crawled across the ground beneath Duan Mountain, revealing the interior of the mountain.

Under the fierce onslaught, the onlookers were horrified, dodging as fast as they could, fearing even the slightest contamination.

Although they were the outstanding youths of Quzhou's younger generation, such a level of battle was not something they could participate in; they could only be frightened into fleeing.

Over ten aristocratic family disciples attacked together, the formation immense; each unleashed tremendous Shen Gong, knowing Yang Zhu's strength, they dared not hold back in the slightest.

Right from the start, they all unleashed their ultimate killing moves, hoping to slay Yang Zhu with a single strike to eliminate future trouble.

No matter how strong this person is, facing the encirclement of so many aristocratic heirs, he surely cannot turn the tide, right?

The gathered youths of Quzhou still firmly believed in the strength of the ancient aristocratic family, after all, its inheritance lies there.

I think not necessarily; Ji Gongzi was suppressed and killed by him with a single hand, feeling he didn't even use any techniques.

But some firmly believed Yang Zhu had not exerted his full strength; perhaps he could single-handedly face over ten disciples.

Yang Zhu, do you need me to intervene?

Ye Fan inquired, saying that if it were him, facing so many people joining forces to attack, he might not be able to withstand it either; he must respond cautiously.

Woof! Don't worry about it, these few trash aren't even qualified to be his opponent!

The Black Emperor howled, his face full of spring breeze, his square head raised high.

No need.

Yang Zhu's yin and yang power circulated around him, chaotic qi hazy, as if returning to the primordial beginning, capable of evolving all things, capable of destroying everything, terrifying beyond compare! The hazy mist spread like a tide, surging in all directions, pulling at the power of the Dao, its momentum unmatched, sweeping away everything.

Hum— the several dozen incoming personal treasures, upon contacting the mist, had their radiance completely withdrawn, all being refined and melted, losing all luster.

"My Xuan Chi Blade, what's happening?" The jade-green dagger lost its divine splendor, turning into an ordinary plain metal blade, no longer possessing a sharp edge to cut.

The Wood Emperor Seal has lost its might!

The aura of the several-dozen-zhang blue seal completely dissipated, turning into a huge piece of wood hanging in the air, lacking any semblance of majesty.

What Shen Gong is this, actually so formidable?

In an instant, sending all the opponent's treasures back to their original form, truly terrifying!

This is a truly frightening scene, making everyone's hair stand on end.

Many cultivators, by coordinating their sacrificed-refined treasures, can erupt with an attack several times stronger than before, a major means against enemies.

If they lose their treasures, it's like breaking one of their wings; their combat power will be greatly reduced!

Without treasures, they can only rely on techniques and moves, or close-quarters combat, but not everyone possesses Yang Zhu's terrifying physique.

The Wuji Scripture! The bearing of a Great Emperor!

In the field, only the great black dog recognized this technique, eyes wide with fury, heart surging with excitement, immensely uplifted! Upon the emergence of the Wuji Scripture, no matter what treasures or divine weapons, they all return to simplicity and truth, revert to their original form, making it hard to emit any power at all.

Boom boom boom! Yang Zhu shook his arm, the hazy mist trembled slightly; after a soft sound, all the incoming treasures, as if struck heavily, exploded one after another.

The blue seal cracked, finally exploding into countless powder; this is a great treasure, difficult for cultivators below the Four Poles Secret Realm to withstand, yet today it shattered.

The Xuan Chi Blade was obtained by someone from ancient ruins; it is said to have been forged by an ancient mighty one, not to be underestimated, yet I never expected it to be equally unable to withstand a single blow.

Just after this first encounter, the treasures painstakingly sacrificed and refined over the years were destroyed like this; the hearts of the ancient aristocratic family's disciples bled, but they couldn't afford to feel the pain, now only wanting to escape with their lives!

This person is too terrifying; we cannot oppose him, run quickly!

They sensed the danger, not caring about face, turned and wanted to flee.

Yang Zhu stared at them, his gaze cold, his embroidered robe swaying as he thrust forth divine patterns from midair, capable of erasing even the traces of the Dao.

In an instant, heaven and earth trembled; the aftershock surged downward, Duan Mountain shook, many could not stand firm, nearly falling to the ground.

The fleeing ancient aristocratic family disciples were immobilized in place; no matter how they struggled, it was useless; when the aftershock struck, their flesh was shattered to pieces, blood spraying into the void! "Another blow, and over ten ancient aristocratic family disciples were suppressed and killed!"

The crowd erupted in alarm, their legs trembling from fear; Yang Zhu had slain multiple ancient aristocratic family disciples, and they hadn't even seen how he made his move—just two lifts of his hand, and he possessed such divine power.

Just what is this person's identity, actually even more formidable than the Sacred Body Ye Fan?

The youths of Quzhou's younger generation could not calm their hearts, knowing that in the near future this matter would surely spread quickly, impossible to conceal any longer.

By then, the entire Eastern Wasteland will tremble; Yang Zhu, under the gaze of all, will suppress and kill several ancient aristocratic family disciples; they will certainly not let it rest, and will surely dispatch strong ones to come kill him.

"You may leave."

Yang Zhu's words fell, the young cultivators of Bent Isle transformed into divine rainbows and departed, not daring to linger here.

They felt as if relieved of a heavy burden, each running faster than the other, afraid Yang Zhu would regret it, and with a raise of their hands they disposed of them all at once.

The disciples of the Ancient Aristocratic Clan had no power to fight back, let alone them; no matter how confident they were, they did not think they could match the clan's disciples.

(End of chapter)