Han Zhongli Was Enraged by Yang Jian and Lost His Reason

"Haha, you're no match for me. With your cultivation level, you're no match for me at all. If you know what's good for you, leave obediently, or don't blame me for being impolite!" Seeing Yang Jian injured by him, Han Zhongli laughed triumphantly, a victor's proud expression on his face.

"Heh, save those words for Yang Jian! You're not qualified! Who do you think you are? Just a piece of trash at the Golden Immortal Realm!" Yang Jian sneered. "Your swordsmanship is not bad, but it's far too weak!"

"What!!" Han Zhongli's face instantly turned red. "You bastard, how dare you insult me? You're asking for death!"

"Looking for death? Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror? How dare you be so arrogant in front of me!" Yang Jian said disdainfully.

"Damn it, die!" Han Zhongli was furious when he saw Yang Jian treat him with such contempt. His aura suddenly increased, and he exuded a terrifying pressure. His eyes turned completely crimson, like bloodthirsty pythons, which made people tremble. His aura became stronger and stronger.

"Boom!"

With a roar from Han Zhongli, a terrifying power was released from his body, and a terrifying wave spread out instantly. Everything around him collapsed in an instant, and everything within a radius of a thousand meters was annihilated into nothingness.

Upon witnessing this scene, Yang Jian's pupils constricted, and his expression became much more serious.

Yang Jian knew that Han Zhongli's strength was truly formidable; he was an absolutely powerful being, worthy of being a top genius who had dominated the Immortal Realm for tens of thousands of years.

"Hmph! A mere trick! Break it!"

"Buzz!"

With a low roar, Han Zhongli burst forth once more, slashing his sword at Yang Jian. This sword strike contained terrifying power, like a blazing sun, carrying an overbearing aura that could burn everything, directly crushing towards Yang Jian.

"Well done!" Upon seeing Han Zhongli's attack, a fierce glint appeared in Yang Jian's eyes.

"Boom!"

The next moment, Yang Jian once again unleashed the "Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, I Am the Only One" technique, instantly unleashing the power of the seventh level and slashing out with his sword.

"Snap!"

The two swords collided violently, producing a deafening roar. Yang Jian's Xuanyuan Jian shattered into countless fragments.

"What!?"

Upon seeing this, Yang Jian's face immediately showed immense surprise. He had originally thought that his strength was greater than Han Zhongli's, so Yang Jian was not worried. After all, Yang Jian possessed the power of the seventh level of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Supreme, and even if he encountered Middle Daluo Golden Immortal, he would have the strength to fight back.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jian's strength was far inferior to Han Zhongli's. Han Zhongli was only at the Golden Immortal Realm, while Yang Jian had reached the Middle Daluo Golden Immortal realm. The difference between them was like an insurmountable chasm.

"Haha, how about that? You're convinced now!" Han Zhongli laughed arrogantly upon seeing Yang Jian's reaction.

"Hmph!" Seeing Han Zhongli's arrogant demeanor, Yang Jian felt a surge of resentment. He let out a cold snort, and his figure vanished instantly. When he reappeared, he was already behind Han Zhongli, kicking him.

Yang Jian's speed was incredibly fast, and Han Zhongli had no way to dodge it. His expression changed drastically, and he was shocked. He hadn't expected Yang Jian to be so fast. He turned around, trying to avoid Yang Jian's foot.

But was it so easy for Yang Jian to avoid it?

"Call out!"

A whooshing sound rang out, and a dazzling blade of light flashed past him, severing Han Zhongli's shoulder and splattering blood everywhere.

Yang Jian's kick landed squarely on Han Zhongli's back.

"Puff!"

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, Han Zhongli's body slammed to the ground, crashing heavily to the floor. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face pale, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

"Yang Jian! You... you despicable and shameless! You actually ambushed me! You..." Han Zhongli's gaze towards Yang Jian was filled with resentment and venom, and his eyes blazed with intense anger.

"A sneak attack? Hmph! I told you, your strength is too weak, you're not worthy to be my opponent! But today, I don't want to kill you, I just want to cripple your cultivation. You'd better surrender obediently! Otherwise, I guarantee I'll make you wish you were dead!" Yang Jian coldly stared at Han Zhongli lying on the ground and said in an icy tone.

"Yang Jian! I, Han Zhongli, will remember this grudge. I will never forgive you. The day I regain my strength will be your death day!" Han Zhongli glared at Yang Jian with a sinister expression, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"You better pray you never have the chance to get revenge on me! Because I don't need your revenge anymore!" Yang Jian said with a sneer.

"Fine, very well! Yang Jian, we'll see. You better not let me find you, or you'll regret it!" Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, Han Zhongli's face suddenly turned murderous, and he said viciously.

"Heh! I hope you're alive to come find me, otherwise, I'm afraid I don't have that much time to wait for you!" Yang Jian said coldly, looking at Han Zhongli with disdain.

"Fine, very well, we'll see!" Upon hearing Yang Jian's words, a chilling killing intent flashed across Han Zhongli's face, and he flew away into the distance.

After watching Han Zhongli's figure gradually disappear, Yang Jian 'Yang Jian expression finally darkened completely, and a deep sense of resentment and frustration flashed in his eyes.

"Damn bastard, he really deserves to die! I should have known better than to agree to this battle, what a waste of time! But you can't blame me, blame Han Zhongli for being too weak!" Yang Jian said somewhat angrily.

Regardless, Yang Jian had the upper hand in this battle. Unfortunately, because Han Zhongli's strength was too weak, Yang Jian was unable to fully unleash his power, which led to the current situation.

"How hateful, how utterly hateful!"

Yang Jian cursed inwardly.

"Forget about that, let's go back first! Once we find the Black Tortoise, we can refine a spirit medicine to help Master recover his cultivation! But there's no rush now! Let's focus on improving our own strength first!"

Yang Jian thought for a while, then composed himself and continued on his way to Azure Dragon City. Along the way, Yang Jian also took the opportunity to observe the situation of the Black Tortoise. As Yang Jian expected, the Black Tortoise's strength was much weaker than he had estimated. At most, it could barely reach the Peak Early Daluo Golden Immortal realm, and it couldn't even reach the middle stage. It was no match for Yang Jian all.