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"Wait!" Zhao Yang suddenly said.
"What’s wrong? Are you scared? Too bad, it’s too late!"
"I'm not scared. I just think that since it's a fair match, there should be some stakes involved."
"Alright, what do you want to wager?"
"What I want to bet is something you don't have, and I doubt you have the right to agree to it."
"He may not have the right to agree, but I do. So go ahead, tell me what you want," Elder Five said with a dark expression.
Zhao Yang chuckled and said, "I don't want anything for myself; I just want my family to leave safely. Additionally, I want to take one person with me—this person—"
As Zhao Yang spoke, he pointed into the void, summoning a phantom of a young boy. This boy was the same one who had appeared in the crowd earlier and had urged him to leave quickly!
Zhao Yang's Divine Sense was powerful enough to cover the entire Zhao Clan Imperial Family and he knew every detail of its structure. In the back mountains of the Zhao Clan Imperial Family, there was a Dark and Bottomless Dungeon with eighteen levels. At the bottom of the eighteenth level was a prisoner whose appearance was identical to that of the boy. His body was pierced by nails exuding a swirling black aura, and his Pipa Bone was locked with two exquisitely crafted chains. Despite this, the boy's expression remained resolute; blood occasionally trickled from the corners of his mouth, yet he seemed indifferent. He radiated an immense aura of resentment, which allowed Zhao Yang to easily pinpoint his location. The boy he had seen in the crowd was merely a manifestation of the Divine Sense emanating from the imprisoned boy—only he could see it!
"That slave! How do you know he's down there?" Elder Five exclaimed in shock. The imprisoned person was in the Zhao Clan Imperial Family's dungeon, surrounded by countless restrictions; even someone in the Tribulation Period wouldn't be able to sense it!
"Well, he's just a slave of my Zhao family. If you can win against him, you can take this trash away. But if you lose, what will you wager?" The leader of the Yinshan Five Elders spoke up.
Zhao Yang had already thought about what he would put on the line. With a flick of his wrist, sixteen Supreme Killing Swords flew out from his Cosmic Bag, each gleaming coldly and exuding an unparalleled killing intent that was dazzling and imposing!
"What a bold wager! If you can defeat those eight people, then you can take that trash with you! He’s been locked up for so long without dying; he must have some luck."
"Elder Five seems to be talking nonsense. Didn’t you say seven people would fight my son? How did it suddenly become eight?" Zhao Tianlang scoffed at the Yinshan Five Elders' contradictory behavior.
"It was your son who first issued the challenge and set the stakes. Are we not allowed to establish rules on our own territory? Should only outsiders dictate terms while we can't protect our own interests?" The four elders replied amicably but firmly.
"Hmph, still calling him a genius," Zhao Tianlang muttered, falling silent afterward.
Meanwhile, the Yellow-Clad Youth, who had been sidelined and was supposed to defeat Zhao Yang in one move, was furious to the extreme. His expression was grim; he had always been the genius of the Zhao Clan Imperial Family, attracting envious glances wherever he went. Except for Zhao Min'er, who had cultivated a dark art and gone mad, no one dared to be so arrogant and reckless in front of the talents of the Zhao Clan Imperial Family.
"Why does your face look so bad? Did you eat something disgusting?" Zhao Yang couldn't help but mock the Yellow-Clad Youth.
"Go die!" In response, the Yellow-Clad Youth unleashed a furious punch that seemed to unleash a wave of heat, raising the temperature to several thousand degrees, capable of turning everything to ash.
Smack!
Zhao Yang stood his ground without moving. He delivered two slaps; one sent the Yellow-Clad Youth crashing to the ground, while the other drove him into a pit, leaving behind a hole.
Inside the pit, the Yellow-Clad Youth lay motionless.
"Fifth Brother!" A Blue-Robed Youth stepped forward, exuding an extraordinary presence. He was broad-chested and somewhat unruly in behavior. Suppressing his anger, he glared at Zhao Yang before vanishing from sight.
"It’s our Zhao Clan's assassination technique; it allows one to blend into the air and kill enemies invisibly," someone explained this miraculous Cultivation Method.
Smack!
The crowd watched as Zhao Yang slapped towards a certain direction again. Amidst a scream, another pit appeared, revealing two clear footprints within. Zhao Yang looked up and delivered another slap towards a high point in the sky.
Boom!
In the distance, a tall pillar beside the palace collapsed with a crash. The Blue-Robed Youth's figure emerged, blood streaming from his mouth and nose, filled with shock and fear. He collapsed without uttering a word.
"What! The fourth-ranked Blue Phantom, Zhao Kun, couldn't withstand even one exchange? Two slaps left him without any ability to fight back?!" The onlookers finally showed signs of panic, regarding this boy named Zhao Yang with newfound respect while feeling even more enraged.
"Let's all attack together; there's no time to waste," Zhao Yang said casually.
A few geniuses from the Zhao Clan Imperial Family exchanged glances and nodded simultaneously. Even they could not see through Zhao Kun's assassination techniques, and even if they did, they would not dare to deliver such a ruthless blow. They could not afford to be careless; this young man before them was undoubtedly an anomaly!
The remaining five positioned themselves in a pentagonal formation, exerting all their strength and employing their most powerful Cultivation Methods. For a moment, they fought evenly against Zhao Yang. Their daily lives were monotonous, filled only with training and little interaction with others. They held a sense of pride and were reluctant to gang up on someone who appeared younger than them. Yet, the young man before them fought as if it were effortless, seemingly not taking them seriously at all.
"Alright, I'm done playing with you!" Zhao Yang shouted, his palms spinning. In an instant, countless blades of void energy spread out from around him. The five youths were taken aback and stumbled backward, while the onlookers were thrown into chaos. Even those at the Dao Fruit Stage could not withstand the attack; the scene was one of devastation.
Elder Five watched this scene with eyes wide in fury and immediately raised his hand to suppress Zhao Yang. His move was executed so stealthily that those with insufficient Divine Sense could not detect it.
Not far away, Zhao Yang suddenly felt as if he bore an immense weight; his feet sank into the ground by more than a foot. He turned to glare at Elder Five, anger boiling within him. "Old man, are you trying to force me to kill them?"
Upon hearing this, everyone realized that Elder Five had acted behind the scenes. Zhao Tianlang reacted swiftly, throwing a punch at Elder Five. Elder Five met the attack with his own fist; their punches collided with a clash of True Qi, causing both to stagger back five steps. The other four elders held back their anger and refrained from attacking because Yu Tianzun's expression was extremely grim. His pupils were entirely white and somewhat terrifying, appearing even more ferocious at that moment.
They dared not act rashly; they had witnessed Yu Tianzun's power before—he had once crushed a peak Great Ascension expert with a single eyebrow!
With Elder Five's underhanded tactics momentarily immobilizing Zhao Yang, the five youths took advantage of the situation, forming a star formation to trap Zhao Yang like fish in a barrel.
At that moment, a strange flying needle appeared—entirely black and exuding an incredibly potent poison. It pierced through their formation, breaking their True Qi and embedding itself in Zhao Yang's shoulder!
The attacker was none other than the Red-Clad Demon Man, Zhao Min'er, who had been standing still without making a move until now.
The poisoned needle pierced through Zhao Yang's protective aura and his low-grade defensive armor, burrowing into his skin. Zhao Yang felt an excruciating pain that penetrated deep into his heart!
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