Yang Jueding noticed that Li Yang was already at the end of his rope. He calculated the time; given that disciple's speed, he should have reached the sect by now.
He immediately spun around and charged at Li Yang. Guang Lantian and Zhang Songjing, already wounded, came at him again, and murderous light flared in his eyes.
"You're asking for death!"
Yang Jueding threw himself into a full-force palm strike. The Nine Heavens Divine Palm erupted, his Internal Energy surging like a flood. With a single palm, he blasted Guang Lantian and Zhang Songjing backward, coughing blood.
He used an exquisite footwork technique to reach Li Yang in a flash, grabbed the back of his robe, and took off toward Qingxiao Sect with Li Yang in tow. Along the way, his free hand kept striking out, sending one blocker after another flying.
Guang Lantian crashed into the snow. Another jet of blood burst from his mouth, and he turned to stare after Yang Jueding in shock.
"That guy..."
He couldn't understand how Yang Jueding had grown so strong. A few years ago, when Yang Jueding had gone to the Seven Peaks Alliance, his strength had still been mediocre. Now he could easily inflict serious wounds on Guang Lantian.
Could the divine arts of a Martial Arts Myth really be that powerful?
With Li Yang in tow, Yang Jueding quickly fought his way out of the encirclement. The experts from the three sects immediately pursued them, and after a moment's hesitation, the onlooking sects followed as well.
After a fierce battle, Yang Jueding had exhausted his Origin Energy. That palm strike against Guang Lantian and Zhang Songjing had consumed what little he had left; otherwise, it would have been difficult to seriously injure them.
But experts from the Azure Cult, Iron