"Stop!!" Wan Qingteng's eyes widened, his body still poised to rush out and intervene.
But in the end, he did not rush out, because he realized it was already too late.
"Come to think of it, who knows how many cycles older than me these three martial nephews of yours were?" Ling Tianya watched Mu Yi and the other two collapse, bleeding from all seven orifices, then lightly clapped his hands and smiled.
"Ling Tianya, you deserve to die!" Wan Qingteng's eyes reddened. He had never expected Mu Yi and the other two to die at Ling Tianya's hands in an instant. With them dead, he would probably never obtain the complete lower volume of the Medicine King Scripture.
Immediately afterward, Wan Qingteng charged at Ling Tianya.
However, Ling Tianya had no intention of fighting him. With a movement of his feet, he was already several zhang away.
"Old Wan, don't fail to appreciate a kindness. You alone still fall a little short," Ling Tianya said.
"Hmph, Ling Tianya, I know your Ten Thousand Demons Formless Art possesses formidable demonic might, but a junior like you has no right to act so arrogantly before this old man!" Murderous intent filled Wan Qingteng's face. He wished he could hack Ling Tianya into ten thousand pieces.
But that was merely a thought. Even he dared not claim he could defeat Ling Tianya. Though a junior, the power of his demonic art was simply too great.
"Is that so? Since you insist, I'd like to experience your Medicine King Hall's Everlasting Spring Youth-Restoring Art. I hear you've already broken through to the second realm, but to my eyes, it's nothing special. I really don't think much of your strength. If anyone in your Medicine King Hall gives me pause, it would probably only