Chapter 629: Chapter 629: The Sky of Youth
What does this signify?
It signifies that the power of the heavens seems to completely transcend their imagination!
But in the end, they managed to occupy a high position within the courtyard gate, feeling tense inside, yet unable to show it on their faces for a long time. Especially Mayor Lu.
Previously, Mayor Lu and Du Jinxiu were tangled in a half-hearted connection, lacking proper recognition.
Do you intend to take that slap and Xin Atu to humiliate your memory?
How could this not make his face scrunch up? Especially in front of the younger generation in the main hall.
So he said, "If one follows Quan Zhang’s steps, one’s eyes will open, leaving in place a person of rank. Let all things be brought forth in a grand manner—this doesn’t reflect actual strength. What’s considered superior?"
"Mayor, Senior Yang... He saved us..."
The two disciples of Jin Zhen immediately rebutted Elder Qin’s remark.
Before he could finish speaking, Mayor Lu interrupted, "It’s not about avenging us; it’s just killing a cultivator from Xin Atu.
Unleashing a surge of discontent.
After hearing these words, many suddenly awakened from their astonishment.
Indeed.
In the past, without death, the situation was still salvageable!
But now Yang Chuan has killed someone. Perhaps the leader would bring his men to kill Yang Chuan, eventually venting their anger on him.
Could this not harm them?
Such thoughts quickly replaced the fear they initially felt for Yang Chuan, transforming into an even stronger resentment than before.
During this period, Yang Chuan’s actions deeply unsettled the hearts of their elders from Xin Atu.
No matter the ordinary villagers—however they may think—even the leading figures saw it as insignificant and hardly gave it a second thought.
Watching as the leader clumsily clutched at his subordinate’s incapacitated form, wrinkles furrowed his brow.
The reason being, he hadn’t been able to lift Yang Tianhe’s hand!
Clearly, his movements were slow. Obviously lacking power, not even carrying vigor when killing.
Despite this, Yang Chuan still killed his subordinate.
This made it truly hard for him to believe.
However, disbelief swiftly transformed into fury that burned bright!
He considered himself a genuine deity, looking down on others as though they were frogs or ants in his gaze.
Everyone must follow the commands of a god. If a divine being saves him, he cannot die; if a god orders his death, he cannot live!
Xiu Yangqian sighed heavily now, witnessing one of his subordinates slain, sending chills through his body—the kind of chilling terror elicited by a person deadly enough to send shivers up your spine and slice through your dignity!
Thus, he looked at Yang Chuan, an icy expression plastered on his face, saying chillingly, "How dare you—killing my lion! Is this an attempt at challenging the great god?"
"God? In my eyes, neither little dogs nor ants have a place," Yang Tian scoffed defiantly.
Arrogance.
Everyone marveled at the audacity, leaving only three Xin Atu disciples scribbling out Liu Danzi’s name on paper.
recognizers within a force of 150 tons possessed intense energy—a haunting Heavenly Dao that judged the impurities of Xin Atu.
Through the ages, the trio of Xin Atu disciples transformed ranks, uniting their powers as two balanced forces, leaving nothing spared while composing a combined force against the enemy.
Absurd.
The assault targeting Yang Qianbao rendered the efforts of three men laughable—a single casual swing mocked their laziness, unleashing a blow of elegant brutality.
If coupled with an unmatched energy, it could be clasped firmly in their hands.
"Impossible!"
Observing their combined frontal attack, placated by no one, the trio of Xin Atu disciples shocked everyone with their lengthened techniques!
Yet their coordinated acts left everything as an open plan to Yang Chuan, who approached the skies with measured punches that felt purposeful.
Suddenly, a stream of turbulent energy surged upward, shocking and grinding the trio of Xin Atu disciples to dust.
It was the moment when a subsiding Xin Atu disciple sought refuge under Liu Danzi, crushed by the water-bind winds, halting their movements entirely beneath a fearsome terror, silently reducing the grandeur of heaven to ashes!
"Are they all dead?"
Against the backdrop of the sky, Yang Chuan’s singular punch turned the trio into mere remnants of dust, leaving the leading man dumbfounded.
He realized these three were his subordinates, each possessing strength equivalent to half a cultivator’s realm. He knew they were among the competent few.
Even now, without resistance, they were doomed.
Moreover, this time, he still struggled to comprehend.
No oppressive dominance, no powerful aura, just a gentle, methodical punch—and the three fell.
But in his realization, unreasonable as it appeared, the leading man wasn’t foolish; he knew there was but one explanation.
That Yang had ascended to an incomprehensible level beyond human understanding.
This wasn’t Yang Chuan’s weakness; it was so immense he couldn’t even fathom Poplar Tree’s stratagem.
Could he remain here, facing Yang Chuan?
Compared to the fallen subordinates, his strength was only marginally more robust. Yang Chuan effortlessly killed others; how could his fate differ?
Thinking this, the leading man hesitated no further, refraining from uttering poison-filled curses, fleeing desperately!
That’s right.
Escape was the option.
In this instant, thoughts of divine dignity vanished entirely. His sole concern was getting as far away as possible.
Because, in this martial configuration, amidst the frightening power of Yang Chuan, what even was divinity? As Yang Chuan had stated, neither little dogs nor ants seek favor.
Whirl—
A brisk wind swirled, watching with alarmed eyes as the leading man fled in unbridled haste.
Mayor Lu, the main hall’s status quo, the small mountains, and bystanders sipping spirits shook their heads, utterly disbelieving their eyes.
What is this situation?
By their understanding, against the invincible Xin Atu disciples, how could such a mighty force retreat in utter clamor?
Unthinkable.
Yet before they could react, Yang Chuan slowly extended his palm, saying lightly, "Return!"
Whirl—
At that moment, everything transformed. Though the naked eye couldn’t perceive the fleeing figure of the lead man, suddenly, his entire body trembled as if bound by an irresistible force. Crushed with shocking terror comparable to magnetic pull, the once-proud man crumbled, knees hitting earth before Yang Chuan.
"Master..."
Unable to fight, unable to run—nothing remained of his former arrogance or disdain. He now sought cautiously to speak.
But Yang Chuan ignored him entirely, pressing a single hand against his heavenly ridge, initiating a soul-searching technique.
Soul-search does not merely snare thought.
It entirely erases another’s memory post-search, unleashing unparalleled malice and running chaos over the depths of their mind until all is reduced to dust beneath its glorious presence!
Yet clutching Yang Tianhe’s grip, the leading man’s entire body trembled incessantly. His eyes rolled white, foam bubbling from his mouth as he collapsed.
When Yang Chuan gently released his palm, the man’s mind shattered completely, leaving him drooling and laughing like an imbecile.
Speechless gazes fell upon Senior Chen and others as they sighed and turned toward Liang Chuan, hearts overflowing with awe.
What kind of monster is this!
This level of power, these methods—they were the embodiment of unparalleled demonic force.
Even worse, staring at Yang Tianchuan’s youthful face, none could imagine Yang Chuan as anything other than an ancient monster borrowing the facade of a young vessel.
Yet Yang Chuan didn’t spare their wary glances even a shred of interest.
With a mere motion of his hand—
"Stinking brat."
Instantly, a thunderous sound erupted. Around his hand alone, the space fragmented completely, forming vast voids. Yang Chuan consequently reached forth.
A young lady froze in place, yanked out with teary eyes, stunned as she sat weakly upon the floor.
"Senior Su Sister!"