"Puh!"
In the deep pit, Wu Erming spat out a mouthful of blood, unsure how many bones on his chest were shattered.
"Tch, you little bastard, you're courting death!"
Struggling to stand, Wu Erming spat out blood foam, his face turning terrifyingly grim as he picked up the Wolf Fang Club in his hand.
"Hmph, for dogs that stand in the way and don't know their place, this cultivator always chooses to slap them dead."
Qin Yang glanced at Wu Erming, then coldly snorted, and slapped towards the figure in the pit through the air.
Boom!
A gigantic Fla Palm Seal ford in mid-air, and before Wu Erming could react, it had already slapped down on him.
Bang~!!
The Fla Palm Seal landed on Wu Erming's head, directly leaving a five-fingered imprint in the pit. Wu Erming's body turned charcoal black, falling to the depth of the pit, life or death uncertain.
"Second brother!!!"
Originally smiling at how that one-eyed was smashed by Wu Erming's Wolf Fang Club, Wu Yiming's face drastically changed, no longer as composed as before.
"You... you are... a Late Stage Immortal Spirit Realm expert?!"
Wu Yiming's face turned incredibly grave, exclaiming in shock.
This one-eyed rely raised a hand and blocked Erming's attack, then casually slapped, leaving Erming life or death uncertain.
"Second brother."
The forrly lewd-looking Wu Sanming changed his expression drastically as well, the lascivious glint in his eyes vanishing, replaced by fear. Second brother's strength was greater than his, yet he was so effortlessly defeated.
"Late Stage Immortal Spirit Realm expert!"
"Tsk tsk, the Wu brothers hit a hard wall this ti."
"These young n must be disciples from so major sect or an esteed Immortal Cultivation family, otherwise they wouldn't have reached Late Stage Immortal Spirit Realm at such a young age."
"They might be from the Royal Capital."
"..."
Most of those watching looked at Wu Erming in the pit with schadenfreude.
The Wu brothers were ordinarily tyrannical, having hard many female cultivators, finally hitting a wall today.
"You are no exception."
Qin Yang coldly snorted, eyeing Wu Yiming, then raised a hand and slapped towards Wu Yiming through the air.
Boom!
Another crimson Fla Palm Seal ford in the void and went towards Wu Yiming.
With the descent of that crimson Fla Palm Seal, Wu Yiming's aura seed locked, making him unable to evade.
Glaring at the crimson palm seal falling down, Wu Yiming's eyes flashed fiercely.
"So what if it's Late Stage Immortal Spirit Realm, don't be arrogant!"
Wu Yiming shouted angrily, waving his right hand, the White Feather Fan in his hand emitted shimring white light, rapidly enlarging to et the crimson palm seal.
Boom!
The two clashed, and the white light on the White Jade Fan instantly scattered, then flew out.
At this mont, the Fla Palm Seal remained powerful, quickly enlarging in Wu Yiming's fearful eyes, descending upon him.
"Puh!!!"
Wu Yiming spat blood madly as the Fla Palm Seal struck him, blasted tens of ters away, crashing heavily to the ground, bones shattered, breath faintly detectable.
"You... you...!"
Seeing both Wu Yiming and Wu Erming slapped into uncertain life or death, Wu Sanming's lewd face was filled with terror.
Shua!
Wu Sanming turned without thinking, spiritual power surged beneath his feet, fleeing to the distance.
Seeing Wu Sanming flee, Qin Yang's brow furrowed.
"Qin Yang brother, let handle this guy!"
Zilan said eagerly, then raised her little hand, slapping towards the fleeing Wu Sanming through the air. A slender fiery palm imprint slapped onto Wu Sanming.
Bang!
Wu Sanming spat out a mouthful of blood, crashing heavily to the ground, although not dead, heavily injured.
"So strong!"
"This girl's strength is also formidable."
"..."
Seeing Qin Yang and Zilan slap the Wu brothers into grievous conditions within breaths.
The cultivators watching revealed cautious expressions, silently marking Qin Yang and Zilan as unprovokable.
"Let's go."
For these lackeys, Qin Yang didn't care much, addressing Zilan.
"Sure, Qin Yang brother."
Zilan nodded.
Just as they left, the Wu brothers were surrounded.
"Wu Sanming, where are you running, you severed my arm last ti, today you pay with your life!"
A middle-aged man with a severed arm shouted harshly.
"Humph, Wu Sanming, you violated last ti, now you pay with your life."
"..."
Qin Yang glanced back, seeing Wu Sanming, who Zilan heavily injured, trying to escape but surrounded by an armless male and a pretty female cultivator.
Apart from the trio, several others stepped out, directly attacking Wu Yiming and Wu Erming in the pit.
"It's really everyone pushing against a falling wall, Wu brothers clearly didn't do good things regularly."
Qin Yang glanced and ignored them.
"Qin Yang brother, these are weak, let's check over there."
Zilan suggested, looking ahead.
In front of them, several groups emitted strong auras.
"Mm."
Qin Yang nodded, bringing Zilan to the Celestial Cyan Mountain Range for training, joining early and middle stage Immortal Spirit Realm groups was pointless.
However, Qin Yang and Zilan had just stepped forward.
A transmission suddenly echoed in their minds: "Amitabha, two donors, interested in Jade-Horned Dragon Leopard?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing the voice in their minds, Qin Yang slightly raised his brows, then turned, looking left.
Beside him, Zilan's beautiful eyes turned in that direction.
To their left, under a large tree about hundred ters away, stood seven individuals with formidable auras.
Among the seven, one was bald, around thirty, wearing a Moon White Monk Robe, a string of Jade Buddha Beads around his neck, eyes on Qin Yang and Zilan.
"Buddhist Cultivator?"
Qin Yang focused on the young monk, his eyes slightly concentrating.
Buddhist Cultivators were a type among various cultivators, though not abundant, not rare either, unlike Earth's monks advocating non-killing, they did kill, Buddhist Divine Techniques were powerful too.
"Are two donors interested in the Jade-Horned Dragon Leopard?"
The gentle voice again sounded in Qin Yang's and Zilan's minds as they looked over.
"Qin Yang brother?"
Zilan's beautiful eyes blinked, looking at Qin Yang, evidently seeking his opinion.
"Let's go, Zilan, let's take a look."
Qin Yang's eyes flashed, then he nodded.
Truthfully, if it were other Demon Beasts, Qin Yang wouldn't care, but the Jade-Horned Dragon Leopard intrigued him.
The Jade-Horned Dragon Leopard was a Spirit Beast with relatively high bloodline, containing traces of dragon blood, reaching Commander Tier when mature, capable of speech.
So regal Jade-Horned Dragon Leopards reached Demon King Realm, equivalent to human Immortal King Realm strength.
The Jade-Horned Dragon Leopard was entirely valuable, Essence Blood, Inner Core, flesh, fur, four hooves, however, the most appealing to Qin Yang was its Jade Horn and Essence Blood.
The Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword Qin Yang held was top-tier Spiritual Treasure, though decent, not exceptionally powerful given Qin Yang's growing strength.
Qin Yang hoped to refine it into a supre Spiritual Treasure to greatly enhance his power, the Jade Horned Dragon Leopard's Jade Horn was ideal material.
Additionally, Jade-Horned Dragon Leopards were cleanliness-obsessed, residing near cold pools, often with Moon Cold Stone at their cold pool's bottom, another excellent material for Artifact Refining.
At this, Qin Yang and Zilan flashed towards the large tree's base.
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