Yang Tian looked at the fan, thinking that the Xuantian Sect might make him wary. Suddenly, a faint smile appeared in his heart.
When he was at the peak of the Golden Core stage, he could exert pressure on the gods.
Now that he had advanced to the early stage of the Yuan Baobao realm, how could he feel fear?
Therefore, Yang said nothing and simply raised a hand.
In an instant, starting from the model tree, Fan Jiaren collapsed to the ground as if completely ignoring her existence—it seed impossible for her to survive.
"You... you dare! Aren’t you afraid of the Xuantian Sect?"
Swish!
The fan’s words weren’t finished before a black streak of light slashed across his neck, abruptly silencing him.
Yang Tian said casually, "This day and this place—does a so-called Xuantian Sect Zone deserve to invoke my fear?"
Kill?
The entire Fan Family, including Wang Wei, were they slaughtered along with all their warriors?
Utterly ignoring the Fan Family’s connection with the Xuantian Sect? Unafraid of the gods in the Heavenly Heaven realm?
Watching Yang Tian annihilate the entire Fan Family, Han Qingqiu stood frozen on the spot, layers of cold sweat breaking out as she couldn’t believe that this man was the sa fool her sister Jiang Lan had called yesterday!
As for Jiang Lan, she was trembling with fear. She felt absurd and ignorant recalling how she once looked down on Yang Tian in arrogant pride.
But clearly, Yang Tian didn’t care about their reactions; his expression only grew colder.
Before killing the fan, Yang Tian’s mind had directly infiltrated his mories.
With Yang Tianyuan’s early-stage power, even without deliberate effort, he could glimpse the depths of Fan Xian’s thoughts.
In an instant, a brand-new list appeared before Yang Tian.
Anshan’s One-Eyed, Pei Zhou Lin Yuan, Wu Chuan Hongjin, Tongzhou’s Yan Hongfang...
These were the nas of Su Province’s city leaders. Among 13 nas on this list, nine were part of it!
"Haha, although it’s not entirely unexpected, I didn’t expect that not only would they sit idly by, but they had also intertwined themselves in Su Tian Group’s underground dealings at Shiguazi Gorge Building—taking a share from the Yang Group’s wealth! And even more..."
Thinking of this, Yang Tian chuckled faintly, yet it was not a smile. With his tea-dipped finger, he sketched the na "Guo" on the table.
"Oh, he really thinks his arrogance has erased the stain of his past actions? Or did he think that the shadow he cast on had already been forgotten? Perhaps, today is the day."
And so, Yang Tian incinerated all the corpses in the hall into ashes. Then, he took a step towards the door.
Watching Yang Tian leave, Han Qingqiu and Jiang Lan’s minds froze in icy unease at that mont.
This night was far from over...
Upon leaving the Fan family, Yang Tian’s sword shot forth swiftly. In re monts, he had reached the border of Su Province.
Single-Eyed of Anshan, killed!
Pei Lin Yuan, killed!
Wu Chuan Hongjin, killed!
Tongzhou Yan Hongfang, killed...
In just two short hours, these eight figures were struck down, unable to comprehend how swiftly disaster had arrived.
United Kingdom, Guo Manor.
Elder Guo wasn’t eting with high-ranking officials or leaders, nor was Guo Wenyu out enjoying late-night entertainnt or spending ti with so secret lover unknown to his family.
Instead, he stood by the living room window, gazing into the distance. Who knew how many nights like this he had endured?
For reasons he could not na, he felt a gnawing unease in his heart tonight.
"What a dark night!"
Guo Wenyu murmured, staring at the nightscape shrouded in shadows outside the window.
Since receiving that earth-shattering news half a year ago and making a subsequent decision, Guo Wenyu had lived every day in fear.
Thus, every night he would stand here, looking out into the distance.
From this direction, he could see the tallest and busiest Purple Mist Building in Yingtian. Only when gazing upon that towering structure did he find so comfort.
Unconsciously, Guo Wenyu clenched his fists, as though reassuring himself. It was as if he were telling himself: "You... you’re dead, so don’t bla ! After all, one must live for oneself. With the Yang Family buried alongside you, can you deny they were also made vulnerable? Without you, the Yang Family is rely a treasure trove awaiting others, even if not plundered by , then certainly by soone else!"
"Yes, exactly!"
Speaking to himself, Guo Wenyu nodded firmly, as though justifying his actions and soothing the unease that plagued him night after night.
Rumble!
Just as Guo Wenyu was trying to convince himself, a sudden bolt of lightning split the sky wide open. Several strikes intersected above the Purple Mist Building, sending his heart into disarray.
At that mont, he unexpectedly saw a figure hovering above the not-so-distant Purple Mist Building.
A figure?
Guo Wenyu entertained the thought briefly and then shook his head.
How could anyone fly that high?
Yet as he rubbed his eyes and looked once more, the figure remained visible.
Strangely enough, although the Purple Mist Building wasn’t far from Guo’s residence, it seed improbable to discern a person above the building on such a dark night.
Yet sohow, not only did he see it, but the image beca increasingly vivid.
He saw a man with black hair and a blade strapped to his back.
Hovering in the air, the man held a long blade that grew more familiar the longer Guo Wenyu stared. It felt as if he had seen it sowhere before, but he could not recall where.
As Guo Wenyu strained to rember, the man suddenly raised the blade and slashed downward vertically.
In an instant, the earth shook.
Rumble!
The deafening sound startled Guo Wenyu, causing his unsteady legs to collapse beneath him.
At that mont, the man’s figure beca clearer in his eyes. Slowly, the man turned around, his pitch-black yet strikingly luminous eyes locking onto Guo Wenyu.
"It’s... it’s him!"
Guo Wenyu trembled violently, thoroughly recognizing the man who once hung above the Purple Mist Building.
Yang Tian!
The one who should have been dead!
The man who wielded unparalleled dominance over Su Province in a single year.
At this mont, the fear Guo Wenyu had buried deep within his heart erupted like a storm, engulfing him entirely.
"Uncle! Uncle! What’s wrong?!"
A loud shout snapped him back to awareness, shaking Guo Wenyu out of his terrified stupor.
Before him stood the confused faces of Guo Ru and her brother Guo Wenhao’s daughter, asking about his odd behavior.
Seeing them, Guo Wenyu jumped to his feet, pointing outside with trembling hands and shouting, "Xiao Ru? Did... did you see? It’s him... he’s..."
"Him? Who?" Guo Ru looked puzzled, shook her head, and replied, "There’s no one there!"
No one?
Hearing this, Guo Wenyu paused in disbelief before becoming dazed.
For, atop the Purple Mist Building where Yang Tian’s figure had stood vividly monts before, there was nothing now—it was as if it had all been a dream!
"Was it... just a dream?"
Guo Wenyu took a long breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and forced a self-mocking smile, as though ridiculing his own cowardice for being terrified by a ghost of the past.
Rumble!
Just as Guo Wenyu began to relax, the earth quaked again with an echoing roar.
And then, Guo Wenyu froze in place.
Because before his very eyes, the Purple Mist Building crumbled to the ground.
"Miss Jia, your kind heart is appreciated. Do forgive how rundown this place is!"
Binjiang, amidst the dust of a dilapidated building.
Su Lingyun apologized, bowing slightly to soone dressed in regal, elegant attire.
The other mbers of the Yang family looked flustered and humbled, smiling awkwardly within the cramped ten-square-ter living room towards Jia Qing.
Nowadays, the Yang family had fallen irreparably from grace.
Having moved from their ancestral ho to this crowded, tubular housing, they lived lives more wretched than most commoners.
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