The title of Yang Yuan was a second-level Yang God Realm powerhouse from Seven Luminaries Starfall Mountain, and his combat strength was beyond reproach—powerful to an extreme.
Ye Fenghuo stood below. He did not rush to attack, merely fixing his cold gaze on the battle raging in the sky!
After a quarter of an hour, the guards accompanying Seven Luminaries Starfall Mountain had been almost completely slaughtered by Wolf Pack Merchant Guild. Four of the five Yang God Realm powerhouses had fallen as well, leaving only Yang Yuan struggling bitterly to hold on.
"Big Brother Yang Yuan, all the Yang God Realm experts who came with you have fallen. Do you still refuse to bow your head and submit?" White-Faced Scholar asked coldly after fighting Yang Yuan for a while.
Yang Yuan's expression was grave. He swept his gaze around and saw that the guards and powerhouses of Seven Luminaries Starfall Mountain had been almost completely wiped out. Fury immediately surfaced in his eyes.
"Wolf Pack Merchant Guild, you'll pay a terrible price!"
Yang Yuan spoke harshly.
"Perhaps we will pay a price, but I'm afraid you won't live to see it." White-Faced Scholar's expression turned cold. With a flick of the folding fan in his hand, it transformed into Three-Foot Azure Edge and stabbed toward Yang Yuan's chest.
The sword shadow came fiercely, like a raging dragon, unstoppable.
"Even if this old man dies, I won't let you off easily! You little bastards!" Yang Yuan gritted his teeth, murderous light blazing in his eyes. He flipped one hand, revealing a bracelet around his wrist!
As spiritual power circulated, the bracelet in Yang Yuan's hand rose into the air, and a mass of crimson flame power rumbled outward from it!
The bracelet, originally as white as jade, had been scorched