Chapter 232: Kill Yang Kang

Facing the methods Lin Yang displayed, Yang Kang's arrogant smile vanished instantly.

His previous arrogance was replaced by endless terror.

With him as the center, the air around his body seemed to be gripped by an invisible giant hand.

Every second it grew heavier.

In just an instant, a force of thousands of jin pressed down like Mount Tai.

Moreover, this pressure surged upward in geometric multiples, advancing toward a terrifying extent.

Not only Yang Kang, but the five masked men beside him also suffered terribly.

Although everyone exerted all their methods, circulating their full-body techniques to try to resist.

Yet it was like a mantis trying to stop a carriage; they could not break free from this terrifying pressure at all.

The five masked men's faces instantly turned pale; they anxiously looked at Yang Kang, speaking with trembling voices: "Young master, what should we do now?"

Their bodies swayed under the heavy pressure, on the verge of collapsing; each breath was extraordinarily difficult.

Yang Kang's expression was likewise twisted, in extreme anguish.

He knew this was some method Lin Yang had employed; to shake off this clinging pressure.

The only way was for the opponent to voluntarily withdraw.

Thus.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Stop!"

"I warn you, cease this immediately!"

However.

Lin Yang seemed not to hear; his expression was as calm as a bottomless cold pond, paying no heed to Yang Kang's shouts.

Seeing Lin Yang ignore him thus, Yang Kang, both startled and angry, continued to threaten: "Kid, I am the son of the Grand Elder of the Profound Ice Sect!"

"If you don't quickly withdraw this method, my father will certainly not spare you!"

In response, Lin Yang remained silent as before.

Without a word, Lin Yang grabbed Ye Xiao Liu and instantly turned into a brilliant stream of light that tore through the air.

En route.

Ye Xiao Liu couldn't help but turn his head with a curious expression.

He saw that where Yang Kang and the six were, a strong air burst suddenly exploded.

The six instantly exploded like shattered dolls, forming a shocking cloud of blood mist.

Ye Xiao Liu sucked in a breath of cold air, his heart shaken, and he thought to himself.

"Just what terrifying ability does this person before me possess?"

"He is merely the peak master of a local sect, yet he can so easily kill the son of the Profound Ice Sect's Grand Elder, without even blinking an eye!"

"This is truly ruthless, truly overbearing."

The more Ye Xiao Liu thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed.

At the same time, a blazing hope ignited in his heart.

The stronger Lin Yang's strength, the naturally greater the chance to rescue his master.

Lin Yang, however, paid no heed to these thoughts; his aura suddenly erupted.

Vast surging air currents, like a raging tide, churned wildly around him.

The air currents carried lightning, emitting rumbling thunder in the void, causing the winds and clouds to change color.

With one hand firmly holding Ye Xiao Liu, his posture like a meteor slicing the heavens, he sped toward the Azure Cloud Sect's temporary annex below.

As they neared the ground.

Lin Yang skillfully controlled the airflow, slowing their descent.

The two fell like two light feathers, landing steadily on the annex's wide bluestone square.

As soon as they landed, Ye Xiao Liu's whole body shuddered violently.

An extremely familiar aura, like a warm current, instantly permeated his entire body.

This aura carried the warmth of home.

It carried the liveliness unique to his sister.

It made his heart race suddenly.

His eyes were eager, even a glint of tears appearing in his sockets; he couldn't help but ask: "Senior Lin, is this place the temporary residence of the Azure Cloud Sect?"

"I... I actually sensed Xiao Zhi's aura here!"

Lin Yang nodded slightly, his gaze calm and deep, like a bottomless clear spring, and replied.

"Exactly."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiao Liu's eyes instantly welled with undisguisable delight.

His hands trembled slightly, as if he had already seen his sister's familiar smile.

At this moment, his heart had already flown, impatient, toward his sister.

Lin Yang looked at his appearance and couldn't help but smile faintly, his voice tinged with a touch of indulgence.

He led the way toward the annex, his steps steady, his robes fluttering, fully displaying the bearing of a master.

Ye Xiao Liu followed closely; after just two steps, two graceful figures appeared before them, like lively butterflies, bringing a fragrant breeze.

The woman walking ahead was none other than Li Yi Lan.

She wore a light purple gauze dress.

Embroidered on the hem were exquisite cloud patterns; in the breeze they resembled lively clouds, fluttering gracefully.

Her eyes shone bright as stars, exuding a cool, clear demeanor, like a high-hanging moon in a cold night, radiating a soft yet awe-inspiring light that made one unable to help but feel reverence.

And Ye Xiaozhi followed behind.

She wore a pink training uniform.

The training uniform was embroidered with lifelike peach blossoms, and an emerald green silk ribbon was tied around her waist, fluttering lightly in the breeze.

Her whole being exuded youthful vitality, like blossoming flowers in spring—warm and bright, as if able to dispel all gloom in the world.

The moment they saw Lin Yang, Li Yilan and Ye Xiaozhi's eyes lit up, as if brilliant stars were twinkling within them.

Both shouted in unison: "Master… Master!"

Their voices were clear and pleasant, like silver bells echoing across the square.

They rushed toward Lin Yang like fledgling swallows returning to their nest, without hesitation.

Their steps were hurried, even kicking up a small whirlwind.

The two were like uncontrolled fawns, extremely fast, almost knocking Lin Yang over.

The longing of many days apart burst forth at this moment like a flood breaking through a dam.

They clung tightly to Lin Yang's side, intimately close, as if wanting to pour out all the longing of this time at this moment.

Lin Yang was left laughing and crying by this sudden enthusiasm, his face showing a helpless expression.

He hurriedly whispered a reminder: "Alright, alright, you're not little anymore—mind your bounds."

However.

The two, immersed in the joy of reunion, seemed not to hear.

Li Yilan tightly embraced Lin Yang's left arm, her cheeks slightly flushed, like a lovely peach blossom.

Ye Xiaozhi embraced Lin Yang's right arm, burying her head deep within, a happy smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

They were like two spoiled kittens, eyes closed, unwilling to let go.

Lin Yang laughed and shook his head, turning his gaze to Ye Xiaoliu waiting aside, and said: "Xiaoliu, look who this is."

Ye Xiaozhi looked in the direction Lin Yang pointed.

In an instant.

A familiar face came into view.

Memories of past interactions surged like a tide.

In her childhood memories, her brother always protected her, played with her, and taught her to read.

Whenever she suffered injustice, her brother would appear immediately to give her warm comfort.

The person before her was none other than the brother she had longed for, separated from for two years!

Recalling the years since parting from her brother, Ye Xiaozhi felt a sourness in her nose, and her eye sockets instantly filled with tears.

Those days of solitary cultivation, those longings for her brother in the midnight hours, all turned into tears at this moment.

A voice full of longing uttered "Brother…"