Xuan Mountain.
The Xiang family.
Yang Chen stood at the foot of Xuan Mountain, cold light shimring in his eyes.
Indeed, the mountain gate is closed.
The gate was tightly shut.
No one was around.
Moreover, Yang Chen felt a chilling aura on the mountain.
The Xiang family must be up to sothing big!
Yang Chen took a deep breath and said to ng Po, "Let's go up the mountain!"
The two of them hiked up the mountain.
The mountain gate of Xuan Mountain was large, making the two seem insignificant.
Climbing on foot.
The further they went, the more desolate Yang Chen felt.
It was as if all the Xiang family had vanished.
On the mountain, the Xiang family's residence was still an ancient and elegant large mansion, with wooden houses, even the windows were made of paper.
"Is anyone there?" Yang Chen shouted.
He wasn't afraid of being discovered; he was here to find people.
No one responded.
The silence was terrifying; even the chirping of insects and birds was absent, only the wind howling eerily now and then.
ng Po glanced at Yang Chen, stepped forward, and pushed open a door.
It was a bedroom.
Yet, no one was inside.
As if it was truly empty here.
Yang Chen frowned slightly.
Continued to walk inside.
Arriving at the Xiang family hall, still no one was there.
The two searched around again but still found no one.
Yang Chen snorted coldly, "Hiding like a turtle? Blow them out for !"
ng Po nodded, gathered materials, took a gas tank and diesel, crafted sothing, and threw it out.
Boom!
Flas shot up high.
The violent explosion was deafening, causing the earth to tremble.
Yang Chen believed the Xiang family couldn't ignore such a commotion.
Once the flas subsided, Yang Chen shouted, "Listen well, if you don't co out, I'll blow up the entire mountain! I have rockets ready at the foot of the mountain, consider yourselves warned!"
There were indeed explosives prepared at the foot, ready to bomb Xuan Mountain if the Xiang family didn't show themselves!
He refused to believe the Xiang family wouldn't co out!
Yet, there was still no movent.
Yang Chen coldly laughed, "It seems they won't shed tears until they see the coffin, ng Po!"
"Yes!" ng Po's face darkened, pressing the invisible earpiece in her ear, coldly said, "Fire one!"
As soon as the words fell, a whistling sound was heard.
A streak of fla flashed by.
Boom!
The ground shook.
Rocks scattered.
The mountain gate shattered.
The power of this strike was shocking, and the noise was considerable.
After all, this was a professional weapon, unlike the crude homade ones.
Instantly, a crowd erged from all around, surrounding Yang Chen and ng Po.
Among them was Xiang Xingyu and Elder Xiang Jixian.
"Yang Chen!" Xiang Xingyu shouted angrily, "Do you think my Xiang family is powerless? Daring to bomb our mountain gate and blast our Xuan Mountain!"
Yang Chen coldly snorted, "When you seized that half-piece of the Heart-Protecting Armor, why didn't you say this?"
Xiang Xingyu coldly said, "That Heart-Protecting Armor was borrowed, to be returned after use!"
"Ha!" Yang Chen sneered, dismissing Xiang Xingyu's words.
Borrowing? A re word can justify robbery?
Placing the Zhang family's lives in danger!
"I have no interest in your reasons now, I have one demand! Return the item to the Zhang family and lift their curse! If not, I'll flatten Xuan Mountain!" Yang Chen said calmly.
Upon hearing, the Xiang family was furious.
"Who is this?"
"Such arrogant words, courting death!"
"Kid, do you know where you are?"
"Do you really think our Xiang family is easy to provoke?"
"Believe I can kill you right now!"
The crowd was furious.
Xiang Xingyu showed a hint of anger on his face, "Are you threatening ?"
"Threatening?" Yang Chen thought for a mont, nodded slightly, "You could say so!"
"Ha! Truly overestimating yourself!" Xiang Xingyu snorted coldly, addressing Xiang Jixian, "Elder, it's yours!"
Xiang Jixian nodded slightly, looked at Yang Chen, "I heard your skills are sharp, causing havoc in the Wu family, let's see if you truly have the ability!"
With that, Xiang Jixian waved, thirty-six people surrounded Yang Chen.
Yang Chen chuckled, "Seems like I'll have to take it myself!"
"Beat our Xiang family's Thirty-Six Yaksas first!" Xiang Jixian coldly snorted, "Let it be known, our Xiang family is not easily bullied!"
The thirty-six individuals, known as the Thirty-Six Yaksas, practiced the Xiang family's sinister techniques, with ghostly claws on each hand; the ghost claws made of teorite iron, covered densely with needle-like barbs, if puncturing the body, would tear away chunks of flesh!
Most crucially, during the creation of the ghost claws, poison was fed continuously, and imrsed in toxic water daily, they were deadly poisonous, one scratch and death was certain!
Facing these thirty-six people, Yang Chen signaled ng Po to step back, feeling capable enough alone.
These thirty-six individuals all possessed Innate Cultivation, the Xiang family's pride.
Even so Martial Arts Realm experts were not their match!
They could even stand a chance against a Grandmaster!
The thirty-six arranged themselves in the Thirty-Six Celestial Spirits formation, glaring at Yang Chen, ready to attack at any mont.
Xiang Xingyu's eyes glimred with cold light.
From the mont of entering the tomb, Xiang Xingyu harbored resentnt towards Yang Chen, which escalated to murderous intent.
Now Yang Chen ca looking for trouble, he intended to kill for sure!
As for the people at the foot of the mountain, he refused to believe they would truly dare bomb the mountain!
"Attack!" Xiang Xingyu suddenly shouted.
Instantly, the thirty-six individuals' ghost claws lunged at Yang Chen.
Their speed was like lightning.
Their angles were crafty and deadly, every move aid to kill.
In an instant, the thirty-six nearly blocked all of Yang Chen's escape routes!
No matter Yang Chen's movent, injury seed inevitable.
Even a slight wound, if pierced by the poisonous barb, would risk infection!
Thus, those who battled with the Thirty-Six Yaksas never survived!
In this critical mont, Yang Chen narrowed his eyes, suddenly drawing a sword from his waist!
The sword glowed red!
Like a fla!
Like a firefly!
Swoosh!
A curve etched through the air!
Clink!
A clear, crisp sound.
Crash!
The ground was in uproar.
All thirty-six ghost claws were severed, falling to the ground.
Instantly, everyone was pale, fearfully staring at their hands with the broken ghost claws, sweat dripping from their foreheads.
If that sword had moved slightly further forward, their fingers might have been gone!
Moreover, their ghost claws were crafted from teorite iron, extraordinarily hard, even super alloys couldn't damage them, how could they be sliced so easily like tofu?
These were the Xiang family's inherited treasures!
Xiang Xingyu and Xiang Jixian were utterly shocked, staring unbelievably at Yang Chen's red sword.
"No wonder you dared to provoke us with only two people, you possess such a Divine Weapon!" Xiang Jixian gritted his teeth.
Yang Chen put away his weapon, coldly said, "I'll ask one last ti, are you returning the item or not!"
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