Refusing a Toast Only to Drink a Forfeit

After figuring this out, the old Daoist cursed inwardly, his heart filled with resentment. He hadn't expected Yang Jian's strength to be so formidable; that move just now had indeed surpassed the old Daoist's comprehension.

"Hmph! Old ghost, since you're so stubborn, I'm too lazy to waste words with you. Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!" Yang Jian snorted coldly after hearing Gonggong's words, his tone filled with indifference.

Upon seeing Yang Jian's appearance, Gonggong's anger burned even brighter.

"Hmph! Since you refuse to listen to reason and insist on drinking the penalty cup, then I'll have no choice but to let you taste my power!" Gonggong said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly rose from Gonggong 'Gonggong body, followed by an immense killing intent that enveloped Yang Jian.

Sensing the intense murderous intent emanating from Gonggong, Yang Jian frowned slightly.

"You old fool, I don't have time to waste with your nonsense right now. I'll give you three seconds to think it over. Quickly kneel down and kowtow to Laozi a few times, then obediently submit to Laozi and leave the treasure behind, otherwise... hmph, I guarantee you'll die a horrible death!" Yang Jian said coldly after seeing Gonggong's appearance.

"Hmph! Don't even think about it!" Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, Gonggong was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape. The veins on his face bulged instantly, and his eyes shot out an extremely ferocious light as he stared intently at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with icy killing intent.

"Since you're so stubborn, don't blame Laozi for being impolite!" Upon hearing Gonggong's words, Yang Jian snorted coldly, his eyes flashing, and then he raised the Soul-Slaying Spear high in his hand and hurled it at Gonggong.

"Boom!"

"Not good!"

Upon seeing the Soul-Slaying Spear that Yang Jian had thrown, Gonggong changed drastically, and a deep sense of panic appeared on his face. He inwardly cried out in alarm, and his face turned deathly pale.

In Gonggong's eyes, the Soul-Slaying Spear that Yang Jian threw was an absolutely terrifying weapon, capable of easily piercing through his body.

"Call out!"

Almost immediately, Gonggong realized something was wrong and turned to run away.

"Trying to run? Too late!" Upon seeing Gonggong's appearance, Yang Jian sneered, and his spear shot out like a silver lightning bolt. In the blink of an eye, the tip of the Soul-Slaying Spear had already reached Gonggong.

Seeing Gonggong's reaction, Yang Jian revealed a mocking sneer. With a thought, he directly controlled the Soul-Slaying Spear to sweep out horizontally.

Gonggong's figure was then sent flying backwards.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning ashen, his aura weakened considerably, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

"Snort!"

Upon seeing Gonggong's reaction, Yang Jian snorted coldly and instantly swept his spear out horizontally.

A mocking smirk appeared on his lips, and he threw the gun in another flourish.

Then a heavy gunshot rang out instantly.

"Ah!!!"

With a scream from Gonggong, flames erupted from Gonggong body, and then his entire body seemed to turn into ashes, disappearing completely. Only a fist-sized black pill remained, floating in the air, emitting a terrifying energy fluctuation—the very essence of Gonggong's soul.

Upon seeing Gonggong's appearance, Yang Jian's face showed a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected Gonggong to perish so quickly. He had originally intended to use Gonggong to test the power of his trump card, but he hadn't expected the opponent to be so cowardly and afraid of death, being defeated in a single move. He was truly too weak.

"Not bad, I didn't expect Gonggong to be able to hold on. He really has some skill!" After seeing that Gonggong was still alive, Yang Jian couldn't help but praise him. His eyes were fixed on the pill floating in mid-air, and his heart was filled with excitement.

Although Gonggong's physical body had only condensed less than three levels of cultivation, he was still a Nine-Star Immortal King level expert. The pure soul power contained within him would be an enormous treasure for anyone. If Yang Jian could collect some of that pure soul power, it would be a tremendous benefit.

A burning glint flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. He then reached out and picked up the Storage Ring that Gonggong had left on the ground. At the same time, with a wave of his hand, a terrifying devouring power instantly spread from his arm, transforming into a large net that directly sucked the Storage Ring towards him.

The next moment, Yang Jian waved his hand and swallowed Gonggong's corpse completely before falling downwards.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Just then, twelve men in black robes suddenly appeared in the air.

As soon as the twelve men in black robes appeared, their eyes were fixed on Yang Jian with greedy expressions, clearly coveting the treasures on his body.

"Yang Jian, you are our Demon Sect's enemy. No matter what, you will not leave here alive today!" The leader of the black-robed men said directly upon seeing Yang Jian.

After he finished speaking, the twelve men in black robes dispersed and enveloped Yang Jian.

"Hmph, what a bunch of ants! Since that's how it is, then let me show you what real strength is!" Yang Jian sneered, a look of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Die!

Upon seeing Yang Jian's appearance, the black-robed leader's face darkened, and he hurled the Soul-Slaying Spear at Yang Jian.

"Call out!"

After a sharp whistling sound, the Soul-Slaying Spear, carrying boundless ferocity, instantly arrived in front of Yang Jian.

"Um?"

Upon sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the Soul-Slaying Spear, Yang Jian's eyes immediately revealed a look of surprise.

Yang Jian sensed a faint sense of danger emanating from the Soul-Slaying Spear in Gonggong's hand. Although the danger wasn't very strong, it was still quite clear and clearly terrifying.

"What a terrifying aura! It seems that Gonggong's Soul-Slaying Spear is of extraordinary quality!" Yang Jian couldn't help but think to himself.

However, Yang Jian showed no fear whatsoever. He simply swung his spear and stood directly in front of Gonggong.