Chapter 491: Xianggang's First?

In the reception room, Yang Shaocheng looked at the two Fusang people and smiled slightly.

You two have come a long way; you must have worked hard.

The two exchanged a glance, and the square-faced one said to Yang Shaocheng.

We are Fusang Yin-Yang Masters.

I heard you are Xianggang's First Master, and we have come especially to challenge you; we hope you won't disappoint us!

Saying that, they handed over the battle plan.

Yang Shaocheng looked at the battle plan, smiled slightly, and did not take it.

Seeing Yang Shaocheng not take it, the two frowned simultaneously and asked.

Master Yang, are you refusing to fight us?

Yang Shaocheng shook his head, gave a hehe laugh, and said.

Actually, my title as Xianggang's First Master is not deserved.

The true First Person of Xianggang is someone else.

If you can defeat him, I am willing to announce to all of Xianggang that you are the First Person!

Upon hearing this, the two raised their eyebrows and immediately asked.

Who exactly is the First Person you speak of?

Yang Shaocheng gave a hehe laugh and said to the two.

His name is Lin Yang; although young, his swordsmanship is such that no one dares to challenge its edge.

Hearing this, the two asked.

How do you compare to him?

Far inferior; he calls himself second, and I absolutely dare not call myself first.

The two Fusang people, upon hearing this, immediately asked.

Where is he now?

Seeing the two excited, Yang Shaocheng laughed.

His own scheme of diverting trouble eastward had succeeded.

If Lin Yang cannot defeat these two, then he can later say that Lin Yang is a sinner of Xianggang cultivators.

If he can defeat them, then he will have offended the Fusang Yin-Yang Masters.

As for why he himself does not intervene?

With so many watching him get beaten, who could say he is in the wrong?

Then, only Lin Yang will be blamed.

After he gave the two Lin Yang's address, they departed.

After they left, Gu Yuan came forward.

He asked Yang Shaocheng.

Master, letting that kid make a move isn't to increase his prestige?

Increase prestige?

Yang Shaocheng snorted coldly: "I just don't know whether he can withstand this prestige."

Let's wait and watch the show.

Or perhaps the master is formidable, with superb cultivation and first-rate wisdom, leaving no strategy unconsidered.

Hearing his disciple flatter him, Yang Shaocheng nodded satisfactorily.

Then, thinking of his heart's blood still with Lin Yang, his heart gave a sudden thump.

If Lin Yang were killed, he himself might also be finished.

Tonight, I will go observe!

Night fell, and Lin Yang was absorbing and digesting the spiritual energy within his body.

He was now only a step away from breaking through.

However, that layer of window paper could not yet be pierced.

Just then, he suddenly opened his eyes.

A chilling, yin aura appeared in the room.

Lin Yang curled the corner of his mouth and said.

That old coot, really isn't afraid I'll kill him?

He thought it was Yang Shaocheng playing dirty tricks there.

Bang bang bang

The knocking sound rang out.

With a thought from Lin Yang, the door opened.

After the door opened, two people stood outside.

Seeing the two wearing kimonos and hats on their heads, Lin Yang frowned and asked.

Fusang people?

The two entered the house and nodded to Lin Yang, saying.

Not bad, we are indeed Fusang people.

I heard you are Xianggang's First, and we have come especially to challenge you.

Xianggang's First?

Could it be that these two also went to watch the battle?

He smiled and asked, "What if I don't accept your challenge?"

"We'll also make a move."

Lin Yang chuckled and said to the two.

"Meaning, no matter what, you'll definitely make a move, right?"

The two nodded in unison and said to Lin Yang.

"That's right, we will definitely make a move no matter what!"

"We came to Xianggang this time to promote and glorify our Yin-Yang Masters."

"Then, the next stop is the inland."

"We want the people of Da Xia to know how formidable our Fusang Yin-Yang Masters are!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yang nodded and said.

"So that's how it is; you want us to know just how strong you are."

"Sigh."

Seeing Lin Yang sigh, the two said.

"Why are you sighing? Are you scared?"

Lin Yang shook his head and said, "You Fusang people just love to throw eggs at stones."

"Or let me smother your dreams in their cradle."

The man who gripped Lin Yang's sword, with a square face, stepped forward.

"Nakamura, I'll take care of this person!"

"Hattori, I'll trouble you with this."

Lin Yang, however, shook his head and said to the two.

"You're all too weak; you might as well come at me together."

Hearing Lin Yang's words, the two exchanged a glance.

"Alright, then let's see just how strong this so-called number one of Xianggang really is!"

As they spoke, the two moved their fingers and summoned their spirit familiars inside the house.

A terrifying ghost bird appeared inside the house.

Lin Yang shook his head and said, "I almost forgot—this is where I live; messing it up wouldn't be good."

After saying that, he put away his long sword.

Seeing this, the two were about to speak when Lin Yang pressed their faces and lifted them up into the air.

By the time they came to their senses, they were already standing on the rooftop.

They looked at Lin Yang with shocked expressions.

If Lin Yang had wanted to kill them just now, they would already be two corpses.

Now the two became even more solemn.

"As expected of Xianggang's number one, you're indeed formidable."

"Then we'll use our strongest spirit familiars to fight you!"

After saying that, they formed hand seals, and black mist began to appear above the rooftop.

When the black mist appeared, ghostly wails followed.

Lin Yang gave a faint smile and said, "Is this your Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts?"

At that moment, on the other side, a huge white tiger spirit familiar appeared.

As soon as the spirit familiar appeared, it looked down upon Lin Yang.

Seeing this, Lin Yang burst out laughing.

"Fusang spirit familiars are just taking our things and using them."

"What Yin-Yang Masters? I see they're nothing special."

At that moment, a crackling sound came from the black mist of the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts.

It began to corrode everything on the rooftop.

Also, Ibaraki Boy appeared, wielding a Demon Cutter, and charged straight at Lin Yang.

At the same time, the white tiger spirit familiar also charged straight at Lin Yang.

Lin Yang, seeing this, gripped his long sword in hand and gave a cold snort.

"Just that!"

He let out a Great Shout and swept his sword horizontally.

Where the sword light passed, Ibaraki Boy was instantly cut in half at the waist, and the white tiger spirit familiar was also slain.

But soon, they turned into a wisp of black energy and flew into the black mist.

Not long after, Ibaraki Boy appeared again.

Besides him, a hundred ghosts followed behind,

On the other side, a spell appeared.

The Vermilion Bird and White Tiger appeared together, looking down upon Lin Yang.

"As expected of Xianggang's number one, even if you lose to us, it's still an honorable defeat."

"Our sorcerers have fully activated; as long as the black mist doesn't disperse, our spirit familiars won't die!"

"We have established an invincible position, while you can only be killed by us!"

"Now, I give you a choice: be killed, or submit to us!"

"As long as you kneel and submit, we guarantee you won't die!"