"Holy Son!"
"Senior Brother Holy Son!"
" Senior Brother Ye!"
Upon seeing that figure, all the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land became excited.
Just when they were on the verge of despair, Holy Son Ye unexpectedly arrived, giving them hope.
"The Holy Son is the number one prodigy of our Ancient Desolate Holy Land, with unparalleled combat prowess. With the Holy Son here, we can definitely wipe out these scum from the Carefree Holy Land!"
"You scum from the Carefree Holy Land, you all deserve to die! Holy Son Ye will soon wipe you all out!"
Those disciples of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land were like drowning people grasping at the last straw, their voices trembling with excitement.
However, some clear-headed disciples felt uneasy.
Looking at Ye Xuan, who stood proudly in the void, they felt not excitement, but rather deep worry.
Senior Brother Luo, who was already seriously injured and lying on the ground, suddenly shouted:
" Holy Son Ye, what are you doing here? Get out of here!"
The other disciples also quickly spoke up:
"Yes, Holy Son, there are Nascent Soul Peak experts here in the Carefree Holy Land. You can't defeat them. You should leave quickly!"
"As long as the Holy Son Ye remain, there's always firewood to burn. As long as Ye Shengzi remembers to avenge us, that's enough!"
A series of sounds rang out and entered Ye Xuan's ears.
Ye Xuan's gaze grew increasingly cold.
He stood in the void, looking at his fellow disciples, some familiar and some unfamiliar, and at their miserable and wretched state. His heart was filled with endless anger, his fury raging!
In particular, seeing his fellow disciples on the verge of death yet still urging him to escape, Ye Xuan felt both deeply moved and furious!
Even in this Ancient Desolate Holy Land, there are feelings; it's a home.
Although he was not familiar with these fellow disciples, most of them were still warm-hearted and still had feelings for him.
"Hahaha, Ye Xuan, you still dare to come here?"
Just then, a loud laugh suddenly rang out; it was Zang Xingtian's voice.
Zang Xingtian's gaze fell on Ye Xuan, showing not a trace of fear, but rather excitement and exhilaration.
His eyes were fixed on Ye Xuan, his fighting spirit erupting, and he sneered, "So you really are choosing the path to hell when there's a way to heaven."
"I've been looking for you for so long, but unfortunately I haven't been able to find you. I never expected that you would actually come to me on your own initiative."
Ye Xuan slowly turned his head to look at Zang Xingtian, his eyes filled with nothing but endless coldness.
" Senior Brother Ye, be careful. This Zang Xingtian is one of the top geniuses of the Carefree Holy Land, and his strength is extremely formidable."
"Of our twenty-three disciples from the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, four died at his hands, and Senior Brother Luo and his two companions were also injured by him!"
Just then, another voice rang out; it was the voice of a female disciple.
At this moment, the female disciple was also covered in blood, her clothes were torn, and even her exposed skin was covered in bloodstains.
Even though she was severely injured and looked extremely weak, her beautiful eyes were still fixed on Ye Xuan, anxiously reminding him.
Ye Xuan glanced at the female disciple, then turned his gaze back to Zang Xingtian.
He spoke in an icy voice, " Zang Xingtian? You killed four people from my Holy Land? And seriously injured three of them?"
As he spoke, the Spiritual Qi within his dantian began to surge wildly, circulating along the 108 meridians and flowing to his limbs and bones.
His physical strength began to rapidly condense, and surging power filled his entire body.
He is gathering strength; he is brewing a storm!
All seven disciples of the Carefree Holy Land, including Zang Xingtian, as well as that Nascent Soul Peak, are going to die!
He doesn't act unless absolutely necessary, but when he does, he's determined to kill his opponent with swift and decisive action!
"Haha, that's right, it was I, Zang Xingtian, who killed him. What, you have a problem with that?"
Zang Xingtian spoke coldly and arrogantly, his aura rising steadily, while his eyes became even more fiery and ferocious.
"On that day in Xuanyuan City, your Ancient Desolate Holy Land's ancestor actually used despicable means to ambush and kill my Eighth Ancestor of the Carefree Holy Land."
"You, Ye Xuan, even publicly humiliated my disciples of the Carefree Holy Land outside the city. Today is the day to settle accounts for these matters!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
With a loud bang!
Zang Xingtian's aura suddenly soared to the sky, and in the next moment, he pounced on Ye Xuan like an angry tiger released from its cage.
A domineering and fierce force instantly ignited the air, and the surging Spiritual Qi was like a sharp blade, cutting through the void.
In a short time, Zang Xingtian had become like a tiger or leopard, stirring up endless Gale, and arrived in front of Ye Xuan like a blur.
His eyes were ferocious as he unleashed a punch. " Heavenly Dipper Fist!"
As the sound faded, the fist shattered the void, and the entire space began to tremble.
A powerful and domineering fist gust of wind surged forth, seemingly shattering the very air. The Nine Heavens roared, and the wind and clouds changed color!
Seeing this scene, countless disciples of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land turned ashen-faced, filled with fear.
In particular, the three senior brothers, including Senior Brother Luo, who had previously fought with Zang Xingtian, turned pale and felt their legs trembling.
By now, they all knew that Zang Xingtian hadn't used his full strength when he fought them earlier.
If Zang Xingtian had used this move earlier, they would all be dead.
" Holy Son Ye, be careful!"
"Senior brother, dodge quickly! This is the Heavenly Dipper Fist, a high-grade Xuan- Black Grade martial skill from the Carefree Holy Land. It is known for its domineering and fierce nature, and its power is extremely strong!"
Senior Brother Luo and the others hysterically reminded Ye Xuan.
However, Ye Xuan seemed not to have heard their warnings at all, and did not make the slightest movement.
However, his gaze was growing increasingly cold.
Just as the Heavenly Dipper Fist of Zang Xingtian was about to strike Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan suddenly moved.
Ye Xuan stepped onto the void, as if he were standing on solid ground.
With a loud boom, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble.
The next second, a gust of Gale blew!
Ye Xuan, like a true dragon, shot out and fiercely met Zang Xingtian's punch!
Another loud bang rang out, and before anyone could even see Ye Xuan make a move, they only saw a blur.
The next moment, they saw that the storm unleashed by Zang Xingtian was as if it had been crushed and destroyed by a banished immortal god, instantly disintegrating and exploding into dust.
Then, accompanied by an extremely shrill scream, Zang Xingtian was shot backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground.
His entire right arm, along with a large portion of his body, had completely vanished, reduced to bits of flesh.
Even the rest of the body was constantly shattering and exploding, as if a fierce force was tearing it apart from the inside out, with blood splattering everywhere.
His face was now completely deathly pale, his whole body was trembling, and his eyes were filled with fear. Where was his previous arrogance and domineering attitude?
"Hiss--"
For a moment, the scene was filled with gasps of shock.
Both the disciples of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land and the disciples of the Carefree Holy Land were numb at this moment.
Their minds were reeling, as if struck by lightning; the thunder roared, and they could hardly believe it.
Zang Xingtian, a top Tianjiao of the Carefree Holy Land, who alone could overwhelm them, was actually crushed in a single move?