"Qin Feng, since you've already obtained the opportunity, we're willing to give up competing for it." Sang Yan's voice trembled slightly.
Li Yang laughed at that.
"You think you can just give up because you say so? Weren't you all having a grand time hunting me down earlier?"
He tore off his tattered clothes and pointed out each wound.
"You burned me in these places. I can still smell my own charred flesh."
"You blasted this hole through me with your secret treasure. If I hadn't tempered my body to this level over the past year, you would have killed me."
"And here-forget it. Why am I wasting words on a bunch of dead men walking? Just accept your deaths!"
Li Yang surged forward with his sword, crossing the void and reaching Sang Yan in an instant.
He raised the Phoenix Sword high. Killing intent and baleful energy coiled around it, empowering a sword cry that made souls tremble.
"I didn't utter a word while you attacked me. I hope you'll do the same!"
Mu Zangfeng and Holy Son Qianyang had fled. These four would bear all of Li Yang's fury and humiliation.
"Weren't you acting so arrogant when you harassed me outside? But my senior brother is nothing like that useless human shield. Accept your death!" Like a fox borrowing a tiger's might, Ning Xi spoke arrogantly, imitating Li Yang's threatening tone.
"I am..."
Sang Yan tried to say more, but Li Yang had already brought his sword down.
Sang Yan drove the Fusang Tree sapling inside him with all his might, even spending his life force to force its growth.
A blazing golden phantom of the Fusang Divine Tree appeared behind him. Ten thousand branches cascaded down, and searing Solar True Fire erupted to block Li Yang's sword.