Elder Chen looked at the defiant Yang Qi, the rage in his heart burning even fiercer. The Tang Sect, one of the top ten sects in the world—who would dare not show them respect? The King of Hidden Weapons, one of the Eight Kings of the World—who would dare to offend him? Yet, this young man had managed to offend both, and what’s more, he seed not to care in the slightest.
Elder Chen took a deep breath and glanced at Tang Zhetian’s corpse, his expression turning increasingly ferocious. "Young man, you are full of youthful arrogance!" he said coldly. "You simply don’t understand how big this world is or how many powerful people there are! I will ask you one last ti: will you co with us to the Tang Sect to atone for your actions?"
Yang Qi looked indifferently at Elder Chen and popped a piece of chewing gum into his mouth. "Sorry, I just don’t have the nasty habit of walking into traps. If the King of Hidden Weapons wants to kill , he can co to Thunder City, as long as he isn’t afraid of the world’s ridicule. Oh, right, it’s not that I’m completely without backing. It’s just that there’s no need for them to appear yet. But the Tang Sect just insists on ddling in this business! In that case, I can call upon my own backer as well."
Yang Qi’s backer was Uncle Jian. In fact, Yang Qi had always known Uncle Jian was protecting him from the shadows. He just didn’t want his uncle to intervene unnecessarily. There were many things one could only grasp, and many victories one could only savor, by handling them personally. It was the only way to truly temper oneself.
"Backing, eh?" Elder Chen sneered. "I highly doubt there’s anyone in this world who would dare to be an enemy of the Tang Sect! Since you refuse to go to the Tang Sect to atone, then don’t bla for being impolite. Attack! Don’t kill him yet. I want to bring him before the Sect Leader and have him kneel and atone!"
"Yes, sir!"
With Elder Chen’s command, over a dozen figures rushed toward Yang Qi. Their auras exploded, forming powerful gusts of wind. The display was staggering.
There were eighteen n in total, each with noteworthy combat power and each a First Rank Overlord. Curiously, when they stood together, their combined combat power far exceeded that of a First Rank Overlord, making them even more terrifying than Tang Zhetian had been.
A Battle Formation?
Yang Qi had heard of such things. Once a formation was established, it could pool everyone’s combat power, making each individual incredibly strong. He rely smiled, unconcerned. Formations were the domain of Cultivators. By the ti they were passed down to Martial Artists, they were just neutered versions. This particular formation they were using, the Eighteen Copper n Formation, actually had a more elegant na among Cultivators—the Eighteen Flying Immortals Formation. Unfortunately, these people couldn’t even unleash the full power of the Eighteen Copper n Formation, let alone the Eighteen Flying Immortals Formation.
Yang Qi spotted the weakness of the Battle Formation at a glance.
With a cold smirk, he flicked his fingers. A tiny fla shot out and instantly struck one of the n, setting his clothes ablaze and sending him rolling on the ground in agony. With that, the formation was mostly broken.
The most important thing is to identify the formation’s focal point.
The next mont, Yang Qi executed his Wind Step and charged into the crowd. He unleashed his Cold Ice Chains, instantly trapping eight n. These eight were the key figures. With them, the formation could be maintained, but now that they were immobilized, it fell into complete disarray. It devolved into a chaotic lee between a group of First Rank Overlords.
For Yang Qi, dealing with First Rank Overlords was child’s play. He stomped fiercely on the ground, sending out several arcs of electricity that sent the remaining n flying.
All this happened in a re mont. The Eighteen Copper n Formation, sothing the Tang Sect had learned from others, was broken just like that. It was truly embarrassing, especially since its mbers barely had a chance to do anything.
Watching this, Elder Chen’s expression turned extrely ugly, a new sense of vigilance in his eyes.
Yang Qi was indeed extraordinary. Not only could he defeat Tang Zhetian, but he also dared to attack n from the Tang Sect. He was completely fearless.
He truly couldn’t fathom what Yang Qi was relying on.
"The Tang Sect should focus on their hidden weapons instead of learning the Shaolin’s Eighteen Copper n Formation. How shaful," Yang Qi said with a laugh. "Ah, but I almost forgot, it seems you people have no sha to begin with."
Zhao Haishan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Is Yang Qi really not afraid of the trouble he’s inviting by offending the Tang Sect so thoroughly?
Elder Chen’s face was livid. He took a step forward, staring coldly at Yang Qi. "Boy, I was reluctant to act personally, but you’ve pushed things too far. In that case, I’ll dispense with the courtesy. When I make a move, you will die! Frankly, soone of your status isn’t even worthy of my attention."
"Cut the crap, old fool. If you’re going to make a move, then do it. Don’t just stand there posturing. I’ve t plenty of people who are all talk," Yang Qi said impatiently. "Let see what the reputation of the Tang Sect is truly worth, daring to send people to cause trouble in Thunder City. This isn’t Sanxing Prefecture!"
"Insolence! Today, I will make you kneel and atone! Even if I am the only one left, I will drag you to the Tang Sect!"
Elder Chen roared furiously, taking a sudden step forward. The ground trembled as if a prehistoric beast had appeared. The next mont, a Poison Dart flew from his hand. What seed like an ordinary hidden weapon was actually a specialty of the Tang Sect. The sect was famous for its hidden weapons, many of which, like the renowned Rain Pear Blossom Needle, were its unique creations. Although the Poison Dart unleashed by Elder Chen couldn’t compare to the most famous hidden weapons of the Tang Sect, his technique was still extrely exquisite. Moreover, this was likely no ordinary Poison Dart. When facing a master from the Tang Sect, a single careless move could lead to disastrous consequences.
"What a hidden weapon!" Yang Qi remarked, making no move as he watched quietly.
When the Poison Dart was about a ter away from him, it suddenly exploded, transforming into ten streaks of cold light that shot toward all of Yang Qi’s vital points.
As expected, it wasn’t that simple. The seemingly ordinary hidden weapon concealed a profound trick.
"Boy, it’s not that I want to kill you, it’s that you are far too arrogant. Once I unleash this hidden weapon, my opponent is guaranteed to die!" Elder Chen said coldly.
He could already see Yang Qi poisoned, bleeding from his seven orifices as he died. After all, this hidden weapon of his had never failed. This ti would be no exception.
"Brother Qi!" Ye Qianqian shouted anxiously. This was a turn of events that no one had anticipated. Who could have known that Elder Chen possessed such a marvelous hidden weapon?
"A pity! Your hidden weapon isn’t bad, but your technique is sorely lacking. I may not have hidden weapons, but my technique is far superior to yours," Yang Qi scoffed, casually flicking his hand.
In an instant, dozens of ice blossoms flew out.
CLINK! CLANG!
The Poison Darts were all deflected, clattering onto the ground. "Now, it’s my turn! I’ve heard your Tang Sect has the Rain Pear Blossom Needle. I wonder how this move of mine compares?"
The next mont, countless Ice Needles shot out from Yang Qi’s body, completely sealing off all of Elder Chen’s escape routes.
Elder Chen’s face drained of all color.
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