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Above the Royal Family Hall, all the masters gathered, the lowest among them being experts at the Divine Transformation Stage, while more than ten were Nascent Soul Experts. In their eyes, Zhao Yang was merely a rabbit that could jump well; no one took him seriously, and only a few young juniors dared to take action.
Several young people flew forward, their eyes filled with strong confidence. With their family uncles and the deeply knowledgeable family head present, they believed no one could harm them. The two young men they targeted were merely tools for practice. However, as they approached, they were horrified to discover that their cultivation had been sealed, rendering them completely unable to circulate True Qi!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The young men fell straight down as if they had crashed into an invisible wall of air.
"Perhaps I might mistakenly harm good people. So when I arrived, I randomly asked ten people about your Wang family, and not a single one spoke well of you. You bully the weak and oppress the helpless, having destroyed hundreds of families in Heavenly Harmony City, monopolizing resources and privately raising prices. Last year alone, you caused tens of thousands of commoners to starve. Today’s destruction of your Wang family is hardly a violation of heaven's will," Zhao Yang said calmly as he hovered in mid-air, stepping forward seriously.
"With just you, a mere Divine Transformation Stage cultivator, wanting to destroy my Wang family? Hahaha, what arrogance!" a White-Haired Middle-Aged Man exclaimed, producing a gleaming flying knife from his hand. The knife was half a foot long, radiating a blue glow with ancient and majestic runes inscribed on its blade.
"Dao Artifact?" Although Zhao Yang could not discern the grade of the White-Haired Middle-Aged Man's flying knife, he could confirm it was indeed a Dao Artifact because the Inch of Light within his Qi Sea was stirring restlessly, sensing a familiar aura!
As the Flying Knife's Glimmer was unleashed, the brilliance of heaven and earth dimmed before the Inch of Light.
Whoosh!
The flying knife of the White-Haired Middle-Aged Man was drawn toward the Inch of Light. Having been nurtured for a long time and enhanced by Heavenly Crystal's essence, it had transcended to become an exceptional Supreme Dao Artifact with strong self-evolution capabilities. At this moment, it actively sought out the same source aura. The middle-aged man's prideful flying knife instantly turned to rust as its essence and spirit were completely absorbed by the Inch of Light.
"You!" The White-Haired Middle-Aged Man was furious and charged at Zhao Yang.
"Everyone attack together and kill him! This boy is evil!" shouted the Wang Family Head. He finally felt fear because the Supreme Dao Artifact posed a lethal threat to him!
Countless treasures rained down upon Zhao Yang as he threw a punch that shattered them all without using an ounce of True Qi!
"What? He shattered treasures with his bare hands? His physical body—he is indeed the legendary body cultivator who can take on hundreds alone! Everyone attack together!" Someone recognized the power of Dao Body cultivation; it was extremely difficult to train but once mastered, it granted incredible abilities—invincible in close combat and capable of tearing apart treasures with bare hands.
Hundreds charged toward Zhao Yang. In that instant, the Flying Knife's Glimmer spun rapidly—whoosh—
A streak of light flashed by as it deftly turned. Under Zhao Yang's command, in just three breaths, it sliced through everyone's necks.
A chill swept through the group, and they exchanged bewildered glances, unable to comprehend what had just happened in the blink of an eye.
In the next moment, some found their heads severed from their necks with a single stroke, while others were plunged into darkness as a hole was pierced through their skulls. The sounds of chaos erupted around them, leaving only the Wang Family Head standing there in a daze.
"Why? How can this be so powerful?!" He was a cultivator at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul, and within five years of the Heavenly Dao's dissolution, he could have stepped into the Dao Fruit Stage. Yet here he was, facing such a formidable killer.
The Wang Family Head fell into a frenzy. To ensure he could kill the youth before him, he directly unleashed his Primordial Infant, causing the void to tremble as golden light shot towards Zhao Yang.
Boom!
Zhao Yang retaliated with a punch that collided fiercely with the might of the Primordial Infant. Golden liquid splattered everywhere as the Wang Family Head was sent reeling back. The golden form of his Primordial Infant flickered erratically, teetering on the brink of collapse.
With just one strike, this youth had rendered him unable to even use his techniques; it felt as if his cultivation and Divine Sense were being suppressed!
Zhao Yang extended his hand, radiating jade-like light as shadows danced around him, reminiscent of a dreamscape. The Wang Family Head's Primordial Infant shrank to the size of an egg in his grasp, its expression twisted and helpless. With Buddhist Supreme Divine Power in play, chaos swirled in his palm—a divine skill possessed only by Buddhas!
This was Zhao Yang's first time using it; he felt dizzy and nearly exhausted his true energy. He quickly halted the technique's operation, realizing that this divine art consumed too much True Qi for prolonged use.
"Don't kill him!" A sharp voice rang out, belonging to an irate woman.
Startled, Zhao Yang inadvertently crushed the Wang Family Head in his grip.
"You scared me!" Zhao Yang exclaimed, turning to glare at the newcomer.
The woman looked displeased, clad in a long red robe with a group of women following her. The air around them crackled with the sound of rushing wind as Zhao Yang noticed countless shadowy figures closing in from all directions, surrounding them completely.
"Friend truly possesses remarkable skills; with just one person’s strength, you have annihilated an entire Cultivation Family. I wonder which sect you hail from and how this Wang family has offended you to deserve such extermination," said the leading woman with a shadowy gaze and a slightly cold tone.
"It was merely a momentary impulse," Zhao Yang scratched his nose sheepishly.
"A momentary impulse leading to total annihilation? You certainly have exquisite tastes," the Red-Clad Woman couldn't help but chuckle behind her hand.
"Where, where? I'm just full and bored. Passing through this place, I saw so many people gathered together, so I thought I'd come in and have a little fun by killing a few people. I mean no other harm, so please don't misunderstand," the man greeted with a smile, and Zhao Yang naturally responded with a grin as well.
"Haha, so you're just bored after eating. What a coincidence! I just finished eating too, and happened to pass by when I saw you kill a few of my subordinates. Now, I want to kill you. What do you think we should do about that?" the Red-Clad Woman replied with another laugh, though her tone grew increasingly cold.
"Then you must not have eaten as much as I did," Zhao Yang said, his smile fading as he spoke seriously.
"How can you be so sure?" the Red-Clad Woman asked.
"Because I'm a man," Zhao Yang replied after a moment's thought.
The Red-Clad Woman's eyes shifted slightly. As she hesitated, one of her female disciples stepped forward and whispered something in her ear. Her expression changed subtly as she looked at Zhao Yang and asked, "What sect are you from? Whose disciple are you?"
Zhao Yang shrugged. "What does it matter who I am or whose disciple I am? I just killed a few people."
The Red-Clad Woman countered, "Does it not matter?"
Zhao Yang replied, "At least I think it doesn't matter. Because with just you few from the Heavenly Joy Sect and these shadowy figures who think they go unnoticed, you probably can't even hold me down."
The Red-Clad Woman's face darkened gradually as she snapped, "Who exactly are you? What is your purpose in Heavenly Harmony City? If you don't behave yourself, even if you're connected to Datong Zen Master or the Consort of Rain, you won't leave here today."
Zhao Yang spread his hands in a gesture of helplessness. "In the end, this still has nothing to do with who we are. Look at me; my wife may be very obedient, but I'm clearly not an honest person. Even if we have ties to Datong Zen Master or the Consort of Rain, you wouldn't let us go. And if we have no connections to them—being broke and powerless—you definitely wouldn't let us go either. So why even ask about our identities?"
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