Volume Three: The Ten Directions of the Dao Will Chapter 91: The Small One Was Beaten, and Now the Elder Has Come

A heavy fist came crashing in like a leopard, like a furious lion, like a raging dragon. Qin Yang had not expected the strikingly alluring man before him to possess such a fierce and masculine side, and it surprised him more than a little.

Qin Yang did not move an inch. He only raised a palm and wrapped the other man’s enormous fist completely within it.

Bang.

That blow was nothing like the ferocity one might have imagined; it was smothered in Qin Yang’s grip instead.

"Ying Zhen Tian?" Qin Yang shook his head and said again, "Your fist looks a lot like your face. Too soft."

The people around them wanted to laugh when they heard this, but none dared. One by one, they held it in until their faces turned red.

"Mr. Demon, you really shouldn’t talk about people like that. Even if he does look rather delicate."

That was a finishing blow delivered with perfect timing. When Qin Yang heard Leng Qianyou’s words, his eyes lit up, while Ying Zhen Tian felt an urge to vomit blood.

Watching the struggling Ying Zhen Tian, Qin Yang released his palm. The other staggered backward several steps, lost his footing at once, and fell to the ground.

"Courting death."

A trace of murderous intent rose in Ying Zhen Tian’s eyes. After all, he had reached the Mystic Realm at such a young age; such talent could rank among the best in the entire ancient martial world. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? With a burst of boxing technique, he suddenly struck out.

Around his body flickered a sharp metal true intent. No, it was not merely that he had comprehended the metal true intent; he was already gradually approaching the signs of a domain.

Perhaps he had just broken through, and his domain had not yet fully taken shape.

Qin Yang’s face was full of cold disdain. Using the Nine-Step Shattering Heaven movement, he seemed like an immortal lord descending from the heavens, and in an instant he threw out a punch.

That punch contained five kinds of true intent. The opponent’s domain shattered like paper, and the fist struck solidly against his chest.

Pffft.

Everyone stared dumbly at what had just happened. They had guessed Ying Zhen Tian might lose, but they had never imagined such a miserable defeat—he had been instantly knocked out with a single punch.

At that moment, no one could say a word. Their faces were filled with shock. In particular, Earth Dragon shrank his neck back, thinking to himself that he had been fortunate not to rush forward just now; otherwise the one humiliated now would surely have been him.

"Let’s go."

Qin Yang smiled at Leng Qianyou beside him.

A flash of red light passed through Ying Zhen Tian’s eyes, and the killing intent in his heart grew even stronger. He quickly charged forward, preparing to launch a sneak attack.

A streak of silver light flashed through the air, so bright that it made people squint.

Swish.

At Ying Zhen Tian’s throat, a blade stood upright. To be precise, it was a broken blade.

The people around them changed countenance drastically, because with even the slightest movement of the wrist at this moment, his head could be severed.

"Overestimating yourself."

While everyone stood there wide-eyed and dazed, about to urge restraint, countless vines suddenly streaked through the air and attacked Qin Yang.

At this point Qin Yang gave up making things difficult for Ying Zhen Tian. He withdrew the Meteor Blade in his hand and retreated repeatedly. But he had not expected that even after yielding, the person hidden in the dark would still press forward step by step.

"You're really asking for trouble, aren't you?"

Qin Yang flew into a rage. True qi inside his body surged wildly into the Meteor Blade, and the Thunder Blade Scripture was unleashed in a sweeping strike.

Boom.

Countless vines were cut down. He stood with blade in hand and looked at the old man appearing in midair, his eyes flashing with intense fighting spirit.

This man’s strength should be about the same as Battle Dragon’s. For a master of that level, Qin Yang longed even more for a fight.

"Shit, Elder Ying has shown himself."

"This is going to be huge."

"Yeah. Elder Ying hasn’t appeared in public for many years. I heard he’s currently trying to break through to the peak of the Mystic Realm, and no one knows whether he’s succeeded."

Qin Yang tilted his head and looked at the old man in the air with a cold smile. "What, here to avenge him?"

"Heh, not quite. The young men’s matters should be settled by the young men themselves. I only want to test your methods. After all, Battle Dragon told me your martial arts are profound, and I have to be responsible to the Dragon Group."

"Oh? And now?"

Ying Xiong gave him a contemptuous look. "Time was too short. I haven’t tested them out yet."

Qin Yang had seen shameless people before, but never one so shameless. He plainly wanted to avenge Ying Zhen Tian, yet made it sound so lofty and righteous. To be honest, he looked down on a person like that. It would be better to say plainly: I’m here to avenge my son. So what?

"If that’s the case, then let’s test it again."

Qin Yang shot into the air. He had fought many Mystic Realm experts before, but never a warrior of the advanced Mystic Realm.

His speed suddenly increased, and he cleaved out with a thunderous blade strike.

The entire sky trembled.

Ying Xiong’s pupils shrank, and he retreated. At the same time, terrifying vines filled the surrounding space, trying to block the blade’s edge.

Break for me!

That strike was unstoppable, slashing straight downward. When the vines met the Meteor Blade, they were like tofu and were instantly shredded.

Ying Xiong’s expression changed slightly, and once more vines lashed out from his hands.

Caught off guard, Qin Yang was sent flying. He only bared his teeth, and the second layer of the Mad Demon Overlord Body instantly activated.

Is this for real? That wasn’t even his final battle strength just now?

Watching Qin Yang employ one method after another, Ying Zhen Tian was likewise deeply shaken. He had originally thought Qin Yang’s strength was nothing but boastful exaggeration. Now it seemed he had been the one who misunderstood him.

This bastard really does have genuine skill.

Ying Xiong was greatly shaken as well. He had been in seclusion these past days and had never heard the rumors circulating in the martial world; otherwise he would not have been so stunned.

"Y-you’ve increased so much in strength?"

"What kind of technique is this?"

"Heh, want to know?" Seeing the greedy look in the other man’s eyes, Qin Yang snorted. "Too bad. I’m not telling you."

With his strength surging dramatically, Qin Yang swung the Meteor Blade again and battled Ying Xiong.

A high-level Mystic Realm warrior possessed astonishing combat power and battle sense alike.

The two fought for a full half hour before Qin Yang was outmatched by a single move and sent flying, blood spouting from his mouth.

Just as Ying Xiong was about to strike again, Ying Zhen Tian hurried forward to stop him. "Father, that’s enough."

Only then did Ying Xiong look around and remember that this was a base. He nodded with a smile. "Heh, not bad at all. He’s qualified to be their instructor."

Having said that, he vanished from where he stood, leaving the others exchanging bewildered glances.

Qin Yang’s heart tightened. Before leaving just now, the other man had looked into his eyes, and within them was a dense, corrosive greed.

This was definitely not a good sign. He was probably eyeing my Mad Demon Overlord Body.

The more Qin Yang thought about it, the more he felt he had been trapped by Battle Dragon. After coming here, he still had to remain on guard against poisonous snakes lurking in the dark.

The more he thought, the more irritated he became, and a sense of urgency grew within him.

First there was the White-Clad Sword Saint, Ao Tian. Now there was Ying Xiong as well. It seemed he would have to speed up and increase his strength; otherwise, the moment he stepped out, he might be blocked by them, and that would be no fun at all.

The tremendous pressure made his blood surge as if it were boiling.

A slight curve rose at the corner of his mouth as he thought to himself, Whoever dies is still not certain.