Chapter 2093: The White Donkey Must Die!

Yang Tianming stepped on the azure void, utterly arrogant.

The fist is hegemony!

His aura became like mountain ranges, like stars, like a vast domain—majestic and boundless.

Each punch he threw was as if his body contained endless stars.

Yang Tianming began to sweep aside everything in his path.

Whoever he struck, he killed!

Now they were in the Reincarnation Field, and they had seized the power of the Heaven's Mandate Origin, empowering the field.

This was entirely their turf.

On the other side.

Xiao Liang also made a move.

The bamboo hat on his head suddenly flew off, turning into countless sword feathers.

"Sisi—!"

The nearby Gu Clan hadn't even had time to summon their Gu creatures before they were all hit.

Then Xiao Liang drew his Spirit Sword.

"Si—!"

"Spirit Sword, Wine Devotee!"

Instantly, the vast obsession and will of humanity trembled within the Spirit Sword.

His straw sandals took a step.

All killing sword intent surged out wildly.

One after another, Spirit Sword phantoms were planted in the sky like tombstones.

The next instant.

A huge number of Spirit Sword phantoms rained down from the heavens like a sword river!

The Gu Clan within a thousand li radius was outright exterminated!

In another direction, Yang Xuan and Yang Ling'er exchanged a smile.

The two each made a move.

"One sword buries life and death!"

Yang Xuan drew his sword and charged toward the Dao Extinction Realm.

His entire sword momentum was activated.

The Qingxuan Sword again unsealed a layer.

Dao Extinction Stage!

The Blood Slaughter Sect elder coming straight at him was dumbfounded.

"Is he crazy?"

"A mere Dao Birth Realm cultivator dares to send a sword at him?"

But as Ling Han's sword qi shot over, he finally realized how terrifying this sword intent was.

"Is this really Lu Xuan's disciple?"

"Life-and-death sword intent!"

He could only go berserk and attack.

And Yang Xuan's sword qi kept slashing over.

The two actually ended up evenly matched.

"Do you take me for a whetstone?"

Yang Xuan said nothing, just kept thrusting his sword.

"Sisi—!"

Sword qi crisscrossed, intertwining like a great net.

Soon.

The Blood Slaughter Sect and Gu Clan people were instantly dumbfounded.

"Damn, they can fight like this? What the hell were they doing earlier?"

"Did they have to keep hiding from us before?"

"Lu Xuan's few disciples are too heaven-defying!"

"What kind of freaks are these!"

"……"

Within the same realm, there simply is no opponent!

With the aid of this Reincarnation Grand Formation, could these people kill them?

"Is this even reasonable?"

Yang Tianming's aura was the strongest; he punched again and again at a gray-robed elder of the Blood Slaughter Sect.

This elder was the strongest present, and he likewise cultivated fist techniques.

The two collided madly.

Fist marks like stars wildly bombarded each other, mutually annihilating.

"Boom—!"

"Boom—!"

Heaven and earth were shaking.

The gray-robed old man felt incredulous.

Yang Tianming's fist intent is incredibly fierce, as if he doesn't value his life at all.

Moreover, his strength seems inexhaustible.

It's simply heaven-defying.

His power comes from the Blood Sea Grand Formation, but now that formation has been reversed, and he can no longer draw any power from it.

Although his cultivation surpasses Yang Tianming's, Yang Tianming's power is far too vast.

Logically, after throwing so many punches, his astral power should be depleted by now, right?

But it seems Yang Tianming gets more excited the more he fights.

We need to end this quickly.

The gray-robed old man resolved himself.

He can no longer draw on qi and blood power, so he must borrow the power of the Blood Sun.

Power, come!

The gray-robed old man pointed at the Blood Sun from afar.

The Blood Sun began to tremble, and the writhing lines gave off a scarlet light.

A surge of divine power surged down onto the gray-robed old man.

His aura surged once more.

Yang Tianming snorted, "Old man, you have no martial ethics—you were doing fine fighting, why borrow power?"

The gray-robed old man shouted, "You impudent brat! Die!"

Yang Tianming shook his head, "Then I'll borrow power as well."

The gray-robed old man laughed, "This is our sect's Blood Sun—you want to borrow its power too? Then die!"

He launched a punch at Yang Tianming.

Great Sun Fist!

Boom!

In an instant, a red sun rose, fully condensed from fist intent, shaking heaven and earth.

Yang Tianming's head turned crimson instantly.

With one punch, the great sun sank, crushing everything.

This punch is aimed at taking Yang Tianming's life.

Yang Tianming smiled silently and pointed at the Blood Sun from afar.

The next moment.

An immeasurably surging power turned into a stream, rushing in from afar.

It is precisely the power of the Heavenly Mandate's origin.

It is purer and more surging than the gray-robed old man's power.

Yang Tianming bathed directly in a river of light.

The gray-robed old man stood frozen in place.

How is that possible?

How could you steal our sect's supreme treasure power?

Yang Tianming remained silent.

He threw a punch.

The fierce power was like heaven-splitting, earth-opening; myriad dao patterns unfolded in succession, and behind Yang Tianming appeared the silhouette of an ancient powerhouse bearing the heavens, sovereign over all ages—truly terrifying.

With the Heavenly Mandate's origin bolstering him, this punch's power surpassed that of the gray-robed old man.

Boom!

The two great fist imprints collided, producing a mushroom cloud.

Terrifying surges poured out in all directions.

Even the reincarnation domain trembled.

Pfft!

The gray-robed old man spat out a mouthful of blood.

The power you stole is stronger than mine!

Yang Tianming smirked, "Steal? I can also borrow power, but I borrow the masculine while you borrow the feminine—and the feminine fears the masculine, so it's only natural."

The gray-robed old man was so angry his liver ached.

You damn...

He looked around, and his vision went dark.

Despite their numbers and their alliance with the Gu clan, they were actually routed by Lu Xuan's disciples leading a band of fighters?

It's simply unacceptable.

Even more terrifying, Lu Xuan's disciples can also steal the Blood Sun's power.

Is this right?

This isn't right.

Moreover, that white donkey is now wildly provocative.

No one can handle him.

If they keep fighting like this, they'll be wiped out completely.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that Yang Tianming and the others were getting stronger.

Fighting and getting stronger!

This is still hammering!

After the chaotic battle, Mo Diao Mao also relied on the power of Heaven's Mandate Origin, riding on a Bloodfiend Sect disciple's face and dealing damage.

"Am I not awesome?"

The beaten disciple gritted their teeth.

"You little Mao!"

Li Liang, Xiaoyao Zi, and the others couldn't hold back any longer.

Mo Diao Mao insisted on being acknowledged by others.

The beaten disciple clenched their teeth, "Compared to Lu Xuan's disciple, you're far behind."

Mo Diao Mao snorted coldly, "I will also be a disciple of Lord Lu in the future."

The beaten disciple laughed outright.

"Hahaha! You're too weak; Lu Xuan would take me as a disciple, but he wouldn't take you."

Mo Diao Mao flew into a rage, "You damn it!"

Boom!

A punch slammed onto that disciple's head.

That disciple still provoked, "You can't do it, Mao."

Mo Diao Mao shouted, "Fuck!"

Several hours later.

Only dozens of Dao Extinction Realm elders remained from the Gu Clan and the Bloodfiend Sect.

They were all injured.

But now Yang Tianming, Yang Ling'er, and the others are still vigorous and lively.

They have already lost!

This is really frustrating!

The White Donkey added fuel to the fire from the side, saying, "Let me rest a bit, I'll drink some of your ancient old blood, then continue fighting."

Then he opened his mouth wide.

Under the Reincarnation Domain, the essence of the Sea of Blood was frantically sucked into his mouth.

Refreshing!

His cultivation directly broke through a level.

This qi and blood is too hard to drink.

Numerous Gu Clan and Bloodfiend Sect elders couldn't bear it any longer, "Damn! We can afford to lose! This donkey must die!"

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