A Momentary Itch to Fight

Yi Yun was well aware of the principle that possessing a treasure is a crime. With his own strength, he couldn't gain a foothold in the Tiannan Great World. If it weren't for the old snake as a powerful backer, Yi Yun would rather give up the Abyssal Red Lotus Seed than expose his wealth.

"You call us nobody? Fine! Very well! I'd like to see where you get the nerve!"

Hearing the old snake's words, Su Boyang was furious. Although he was very wary of the old man, he did not think that the three of them together were completely powerless. But this old guy did not take them seriously at all, which was too arrogant.

"Interesting. In Wang Chongming entire life, whether in my youth or after becoming a Divine Lord, I have never been looked down upon like this. You think you can defeat me just because you broke my formation?"

As the dark-faced middle-aged man spoke, he tore his shirt open, revealing a layer of black scales covering his body. With a roar, his muscles bulged, and the black scales began to spread slowly toward his face. At the same time, the veins on his body bulged like earthworms, making him look like a wild beast.

"Oh? It's actually Half-Demon Physique, with its physical body fused with the Ancient Demon Bloodline?"

Seeing the change in the dark-faced middle-aged man, the old snake was a little surprised. The blood and bones of the ancient demon were not only for eating and refining, but could also be directly fused with one's own flesh to allow the martial artist to obtain a portion of the ancient demon's power.

This secret technique is ancient and rare, but the old snake, as a descendant of the Viper clan, has some knowledge of it.

Meanwhile, beside the dark-faced middle-aged man, the beautiful woman with Ghost Markings on her face was also busy. She quickly opened a tattered bag, from which a sinister, black ghost flew out.

Instead of rushing towards the old snake, the vengeful ghost roared and charged directly into the beautiful woman's body.

"Waaaaah--"

A series of ghostly wails emanated from the beautiful woman's body. The vengeful ghost slowly merged with her, turning her once beautiful face deathly pale, like wax paper. At the same time, her hair became disheveled and began to grow wildly like weeds! Her fingernails grew longer, and her voice became hoarse. In just a few breaths, she seemed to have transformed into a vengeful ghost.

"Million-Year Ghost King?"

The old snake recognized the vengeful ghost that flew out of the tattered bag. Ghost Cultivator were rare in the martial arts world, and this path was destined to lead to evil, because cultivating the ghost path required constantly capturing and raising ghosts. The souls of those killed by Ghost Cultivator would be collected into the Ghost Banner and could not find peace.

This is why martial artists who cultivate the Ghost Path are hated, but cultivating the Ghost Path can rapidly increase one's strength, especially if one can tame a powerful enough Ghost King, which will cause a significant leap in strength.

Some ancient powerful beings, due to the special environment of the land of death, may have their souls linger in these yin and evil places for hundreds of millions of years. If one of these ghost Million-Year Ghost King can be captured and tamed, the strength of the ghost king may be several times that of the ghost tamer!

"Hehehehe! Not bad! You old codger, you have a good eye. I have indeed tamed a Million-Year Ghost King. No matter how powerful you are, you can't possibly stop the three of us working together!"

The beautiful woman laughed wildly, her voice no longer as melodious as before, but rather as piercing as an owl's.

Just as the beautiful woman, the dark-faced middle-aged man, Su Boyang formed a triangular shape, about to attack the old snake, suddenly—

"Boom!"

A muffled thud came from behind the old snake, startling the three of them, who looked behind the snake.

There, Yi Yun held the spear upside down, as if swinging a hammer, and smashed Su Muyan, who was impaled on the spear shaft, directly onto a boulder.

The giant rocks in the canyon could not withstand Yi Yun's power. They shattered instantly upon impact, and fragments of rock rained down, landing on Su Muyan's face.

Su Muyan's mouth was full of blood and foam, and his voice was broken and intermittent.

"Master... Uncle-Master, save... save me..."

"What are you doing?!"

Su Boyang's eyes widened in anger. Su Muyan was a junior member of his Su family, and he was exceptionally talented in both martial arts and alchemy. Otherwise, Su Boyang would not have brought Su Muyan to this Tiannan Peak Summit.

However, now, a brilliant genius that the Su family has spent countless resources to cultivate is being used like a hammer by Yi Yun. How could Su Boyang not be furious!

"I just got an itch to smash things. You guys go ahead and do your thing, don't worry about me."

As Yi Yun spoke, he lifted Su Muyan up again, this time by the tip of his spear.

Su Boyang's face turned pale with anger. "Put him down!"

Yi Yun seemed to pause for a moment, then nodded. "Alright..."

As he spoke, Yi Yun waved his hand downwards.

"Boom!"

Another loud crash, and another boulder was smashed to pieces by Su Muyan. Su Muyan was covered in blood and sweating profusely; he wished he could die right then and there.

"You!! Good! Good!"

Seeing his nephews and nieces being tortured like this, Su Boyang was so angry that his voice trembled. However, the old snake separated him from Yi Yun, making him dare not make any rash moves.

"At such a young age, your mind is so vicious. You even tormented someone who was unable to fight back. If you were to grow up, what would become of you!"

"Torture?" Upon hearing Su Boyang's words, Yi Yun laughed. "What, you mean I should release him, let him recover, sever my limbs, cripple my meridians, take away all my possessions, and then Soul Extraction and Marrow Refining?"

"Perhaps only in this way can you meet your standard of not having malicious intentions."

As Yi Yun spoke, he suddenly pulled out the spear from his hand.

Su Muyan felt a powerful force coming from him. His body was pulled by the spear and rushed directly towards Yi Yun. Then, Yi Yun struck out with a palm, which hit Su Muyan's dantian.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Su Muyan trembled violently, his face turning deathly pale.

The feeling he had just experienced was like falling into hell. He knew very well that his dantian had been shattered by Yi Yun's palm strike!

His martial arts cultivation was crippled by Yi Yun!

Yi Yun casually flicked his spear, and the spear, carrying the half-dead Su Muyan, flew out like a sharp arrow, whistling as it shot towards the distant mountain wall!

"Bang!"

The rocks crumbled, the spear shaft was embedded in the mountain, and the spear tip still trembled!

As for Su Muyan, he was pinned to the cliff edge, his fate unknown.

"Fine! You little beast, you've crippled my Su family's scion! I'll tear you to pieces!"

Su Boyang's eyes were bloodshot; he had reached his limit. He roared and leaped up like a giant vulture, charging towards Yi Yun.

But just as he leaped into the air, he suddenly turned around. His target was not Yi Yun at all, but the old snake!