"You... you actually caught my Original Beast Fire?!"
Yuan Ming's pupils shrank, his face turned extrely unpleasant, and his voice carried a hint of disbelief.
In the next mont, as Yuan Ming regained his senses, his face twisted into a murderously ferocious expression, but it was only superficial. There was even a trace of fear hidden within.
"Give it back to !"
Yuan Ming let out a harsh shout, his figure shooting towards Qin Yang.
"Heh, shatter."
Looking at the oncoming Yuan Ming, Qin Yang sneered, holding the Original Beast Fire in his right hand. Instantly, a squeeze followed, and Ice Spiritual Power wrapped around the Beast Fire of the Purple Ming Yan Beast.
Bang~!
A not-so-loud explosion sounded in the sky above the Death Battle Arena.
This explosion seed to echo in everyone's hearts, causing all the cultivators present to feel a jolt, and then their eyes turned a bit dazed.
The Original Beast Fire of the Purple Ming Yan Beast was crushed in the hands of the young man in white and then reduced to nothingness.
"Crushed it?!"
Many cultivators present couldn't help but gulp, their faces stupefied.
"That little brat!"
Watching the Original Beast Fire reduced to nothingness by Qin Yang, Yuan Ba's rugged face turned cold, and murderous intent surged in his eyes, unable to suppress the powerful aura of the Immortal Venerable Realm from leaking out.
Grand Elder Yuan Bo's old face also beca grim and extrely unpleasant.
It must be known that obtaining a Demon Beast's Original Beast Fire is extrely difficult. It must be extracted from a living Demon Beast, and once the beast dies, the Original Beast Fire also vanishes.
Back then, the Yuan Family exerted imnse effort to forcibly extract the Original Beast Fire from the body of a severely injured Purple Ming Yan Beast for Young Master Yuan Ming.
As the Original Beast Fire of the Purple Ming Yan Beast shattered, the figure of Yuan Ming, who was shooting towards Qin Yang, suddenly paused in mid-air.
"Puff!!!"
It was as if Yuan Ming suffered a huge backlash, spurting a large mouthful of blood, his face turning extrely pale, and his aura becoming weak.
Take advantage when your opponent is down!
Swish!
Ice lights flashed in Qin Yang's eyes, his figure transford into a shadow in the air, and the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword in his hand shot directly towards Yuan Ming.
The sharp Sword Aura pointed directly at the center of Yuan Ming's eyebrows!
"Stop! Our Yuan Family surrenders!"
Just as the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword was about to pierce Qin Yang's eyebrows, a voice imbued with the oppressive power of the Immortal Venerable Realm suddenly resounded throughout the Death Battle Arena, causing the eardrums of the Cultivators in the stands to ache.
Yuan Ba shouted angrily from the stands, his figure standing mid-air, with eyes fixed on Qin Yang, murderous intentions undisguised.
Swish!
At this mont, Qin Yang's eyes turned slightly cold as he halted the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword an inch before Yuan Ming's eyebrows, the sharp Sword Aura flickering, pressed against Yuan Ming's brows.
Just a little more push, and it would claim Yuan Ming's life!
Qin Yang shot a sidelong glance at Yuan Ba standing mid-air, his eyes gleaming.
Though killing Yuan Ming on this Death Battle Platform would be justified, given that without a surrender, life and death don't matter here.
However, as the Yuan Family had voiced their surrender, killing Yuan Ming would likely drive his family to madness, and he was certain that Yuan Ba and others would take action.
Hovering mid-air, Qin Yang's eyes glimred for a mont before he suppressed his murderous intent, deciding to spare Yuan Ming for now.
"Yuan Patriarch, your words carry no weight here."
Qin Yang fixed a cold gaze on Yuan Ming, without the slightest intention of pulling back the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.
With everyone watching, as he was pointed at by Qin Yang with the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, Yuan Ming's handso face twisted in humiliation. Flickering lights played in his eyes, filled with deep-seated sha.
"I admit defeat!"
Yuan Ming's fists clenched tightly within his sleeves, his voice utterly parched as he squeezed out these three words with great difficulty, but his lowered eyes sparkled with malicious and venomous intentions.
Upon hearing these three words, most cultivators in the stands put on an unpleasant expression.
"The outco of the match is decided!"
"Yuan Ming actually lost!"
"Damn it, I wagered two thousand spirit stones on Yuan Ming, that damned Yuan Ming, return my spirit stones."
"Sa here, I bet five thousand. What Celestial Cyan City's number one? Lost so thoroughly."
"..."
Under the stands, murmurs arose as the cultivators who bet on Yuan Ming felt sowhat displeased.
"Sister Bai Shuang, Brother Qin Yang won! You don't have to marry that scoundrel Yuan Ming."
On the Bai Family's stand, Bai Ruoxi's face lit with joy, tugging at Bai Shuang's sleeve, she cheered.
"Mm."
Bai Shuang nodded as well, a bright gleam flickering in her beautiful eyes.
Honestly, she felt sowhat worried before Qin Yang entered the battle. Never expected this guy to be so powerful, suppressing Yuan Ming in every way, even shattering his hard-earned Lifebound Beast Fire.
"Hehe, actually, Brother Qin hasn't gone all out, you see, battled so long and Yuan Ming didn't even touch so much as a thread of Qin Yang's garnt."
The chubby guy from the Bai Family chuckled, speaking smugly.
Hearing this, Bai Qingtian and the others' eyes also brightened, with nods soon following.
"Friend Qin Yang indeed an exceptional genius."
Elder Bai Hanfeng couldn't help but sigh. To have astonishing alchemical talent is one thing, but unexpectedly he's formidable in cultivation and combat as well.
The expressions of the Celestial Cyan Marquis, Tao Family, and others unknowingly carried a peculiar brightness, turning towards the Bai Family one after another.
"The Bai Family is indeed fortunate, to have found such an individual. Judging by the aura he exudes, it won't be long before he reaches the Immortal Venerable Realm. This young man matches well with Yu'Er, if possible..."
The authoritative eyes of the Celestial Cyan Marquis glittered as he mused silently.
At this mont, above the Death Battle Platform, the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword in Qin Yang's hand was still pressed against Yuan Ming's brows, but indeed it was unwise to kill Yuan Ming in front of everyone.
"Hmph, consider this interest for sparing your life."
Qin Yang fixed his chilling gaze on Yuan Ming, let out a snort, extending his left hand as a stream of Spiritual Power surged forth, directly grabbing Yuan Ming's Storage Bag from his waist.
As Qin Yang seized his Storage Bag, Yuan Ming instinctively wanted to resist, but the chill lingering at his brow kept him motionless.
"Yuan Ming, Yuan Patriarch, don't forget the wager we made that day. Hope the Yuan Family won't breach it; within five years, do not lay a finger against the Bai Family."
Qin Yang shot a glance at Yuan Ba, then retracted the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword, heading towards the Bai Family stand.
Yet, just as Qin Yang passed Yuan Ming and proceeded towards the Bai Family stand.
Mid-air, Yuan Ming, who had kept his head down all along, suddenly lifted it, his eyes flashing crazily with venom and humiliation.
Swish!
From the sleeve of Yuan Ming's garnt, a pair of black tal-like gloves slipped out, a ruthless light flashed in Yuan Ming's eyes.
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