One Against Four

The two of them steadied themselves, their eyes both flashing with solemnity.

Yang Lingtian's clothes billowed in the wind, while faint radiance flowed through his Chaos Dao Body.

Although his aura was still only at the Early Human God Realm, the strength he had displayed had already far surpassed the limits of that realm.

Old Ancestor Ping Tian Sect looked rather disheveled. He had never expected that, as a Peak Human God Realm expert, he would actually suffer at the hands of a brat who seemed to have only just entered the Human God Realm.

His expression shifted between dark and light as unwillingness and fury surged within him. At the same time, he felt a trace of wariness toward Yang Lingtian's true strength.

"Brat, just who are you? How can you possess such ability?" Old Ancestor Ping Tian Sect asked in a deep voice.

His voice carried a slight tremor. Clearly, their earlier clash had shaken him.

The corners of Yang Lingtian's mouth curled into a faint smile, but he did not answer directly.

Instead, he slowly raised his hand and lightly tapped the air with his fingertip.

Ripples seemed to spread through the air as a surge of Spiritual Power condensed.

"I'm nothing more than a Rogue Cultivator. As for who I am, that isn't important."

"What matters is that today, you people must pay the price."

Before his voice had even faded, Yang Lingtian shot forward.

Like a ghost, he instantly closed the distance between himself and Old Ancestor Ping Tian Sect.

"Take another punch from me!"

With a low shout, Yang Lingtian's fist, wrapped in overwhelming Spiritual Power, crashed toward Old Ancestor Ping Tian Sect.

Seeing this, Old Ancestor Ping Tian Sect's pupils abruptly contracted.

He knew the power of this punch was not to be