Chapter 672: Chapter 672: True Strength
Although he matched well with Zhu Kanggong’s brothers, in reality, he hadn’t been in Li Xiujing Peak for long. Now, he cared more about the credit of Zhou Lie than Duke Zhu Jiang’s safety. Could he witness the true power of Yang Chuan?
Liu Hai’s cultivation didn’t recognize anyone else.
Seeing Zhu Kanggong, a Heavenly Horse level powerhouse, finally stretch out his hand, untouched by others in Xiujing Peak, the strong ones cheered one after another.
"Lord Zhu is moving his hand, haha! They’re absolutely not going to survive this.
"If he doesn’t die, who dies? Daring to come down from the mountain alone like a fool and even daring to kill people from Xiujing Peak, it’s courting death."
Someone below even started making a scene. "Come, come, let’s place some bets on Lord Zhu this time. Can he kill that boy?
"This is so exciting! I’ll bet one round."
Suddenly, someone echoed along.
Others also stepped forward one after another.
"I’ll bet two rounds!"
"I have faith in you! How dare you belittle our Master like this? Do you have a death wish? I’ll bet half of it."
"With one breath, Lord Zhu can easily turn that little beast into nothing but dust."
Looking at the flattering words from his subordinates, Zhou Xing laughed heartily in a brief moment of leisure, gazing at Yang Tian in the distance. "Like a little beast, with such a strange head. My Xiujing Peak seized this mountain, now prepare to die."
The protagonist raised the Ghost Blade in his hand, emitting an incomparably formidable aura of the Heavenly Demon Early Stage, heading straight toward Yang Tian and Tianchuan.
Previously, Yang Chuan had killed his subordinate’s berserk body, and now he intended to grasp Yang Chuan and fly away for revenge!
Otherwise, how could he uphold the dignity of Li Xiujing Peak’s Master?
Would Pure Chundu Town manage to suppress anyone thinking about Crystal Peak?
But Zhou Xing’s naive imagination was futile; what stood before him wasn’t just anyone—it was Yang Tian!
Upon seeing Yang Qian’s words, Zhu Kanggong, under the pressure of the Heavenly Horse level, displayed only a faint expression, standing motionless, other than reaching out with two fingers.
Crash—
At the instant the Ghost Blade descended, Zhou Shikong, who was intently watching the two fingertips, widened his eyes.
"You...!"
Zhu Kanggong’s face was filled with astonishment, as though about to say something.
But Yang Chuan interrupted him directly. "The choice has already been made!"
Made a choice?
Hearing these words, Zhu Kanggong instantly recalled Yang Chuan’s earlier statement:
"Leave or die."
Smack!
With one hand behind his back, Yang Chuan suddenly appeared before Zhu Kanggong. The Heavenly Horse level powerhouse and the Master of Xiujing Peak had no time to resist. He was struck aside by Yang Tian and dissolved into a pool of blood.
In mid-air, the protagonist wielded the murderous Ghost Blade, its deadly rhythm even sending chunks of the village and iron debris falling like rain.
Zhu Xing, holding his empty hands, didn’t dare doubt Yang Tian’s fate. The strong ones stared at him blankly one by one.
Even Liu Hai, another Heavenly Horse level powerhouse, was profoundly shocked and remained speechless for a long time.
Seeing Yang Tian’s unyielding coldness earlier as he killed three of Ma Qiang’s powerhouses, he had speculated about Yang Tian’s strength.
In any case, although his main forces weren’t in Yangtian Hall, at least he could repel Yang Chuan’s forces with his power.
At that moment, he was observing the situation.
Perhaps he could enjoy reaping the benefits as a fisherman. But now, Yang Chuan, who replaced Zhu Kanggong, directly ascended to become the Master of Xiujing Peak.
But now, what was happening?
Just a single face-off, without even launching an actual attack, and Zhu Xing was slapped to death by Yang Chuan’s palm?
Could this really not be forcing one to accept Yang Tian’s power—an extraordinary level, never witnessed before!
Moreover, before Yang Chuan, the three elites under Duke Zhu Jiang who perished at Yang Chuan’s hand were no different from mere puppies and ants.
Thinking of this, Liu Hai felt his entire body trembling as he crossed toward Yang Chuan, then gently knelt down.
Yang Tian glanced at the situation indifferently and no longer paid attention to him. He turned toward the cave formerly belonging to Duke Zhu Jiang.
The Ma Qiangzi members shrank at Yang Chuan’s fading figure in the crowd, whispering cautiously: "M-Mr. Liu, what level is that man’s strength really at?"
Liu Hai, raising his head with a face filled with fear, muttered, "Perhaps... he’s like an unparalleled powerhouse at the level of Heavenly Demon."
"Heaven..." Beyond the Heavenly Horse level?"
Everyone turned pale at those words, shivering in terror.
"Beyond Heavenly Horse? Could it be the Yuanma level?"
"Whether a horse is a horse, finding a hiding hole is just as brutal." Someone muttered.
Aside from Xiujing Peak, even in other places, Liu Hai feared because of his strength, estimated at 2000 Yuan.
But Yang Chuan didn’t acknowledge them further; he directly entered Xiujing Peak’s cave, kneeling on one knee.
Ji Gang’s Mao Maoyu couldn’t help but jump out at this moment, finding Yang Chuan’s actions trivial.
Yang Chuan, while achieving satisfaction within his newly inherited cave, smiled faintly without saying much and gazed silently at Mao Maoyu. "While aboard a ship, what happens if the Immortals want the benefits someone else holds? Go directly to theory?"
"This..."
Hearing Yang Tian’s words, Mao Maoyu couldn’t respond for a moment.
For a long time, having navigated the world inside Zen, Maoyu had experienced moments of fighting for rewards and vitality in Shan Altars. The process was never direct; finding honorable excuses and reasons was necessary.
But ultimately, the decision of treasure ownership relied wholly on competing combat power!
In the world of cultivators, disputes over resources, be they Zen, or businesses, were incredibly harsh.
Years ago, when Qingshui wasn’t thriving, how many martyrs supported its rise?
If that Far Sea Immortal Monarch hadn’t intervened, he would have snatched away his daughter as well. Now, it was Yang Tian’s ghostly soul on Universe Peak. Such killings would have left no end!
Deeply knowing Mao Maoyu’s stubbornness, and her tight lips, Yang Qian didn’t bother to argue, using one hand to grab the True Sky Song.
Maoyu, seeing this, suddenly curiously asked, "What are you up to now? Are you going to recompile the lineage?"
Crash!
The moment her voice fell, the rough sound of a tiger suddenly resonated through the Tao, clearly reflecting the grievances of Ji Ling’s demonic presence over Maoyu daring to defy the heavens!
"Hah—unconvinced still?" Mao Maoyu sneered defiantly. "I’m the clever Maoyu. You’re nothing but an ordinary Magic Treasure. I call you a lowly child—so what? What now?"
Her petite fingers arrogantly pointed heavenward, tapping sky-bound characters of defiance.
Yang Chuan, watching this small figure full of spunk, suddenly laughed.
Little Maoyu was a pitifully small force against Destiny’s Tao, which revered sacred pearls and magic rings as ultimate treasures, sought fervently by humans.
But now, in the realm of demons, no such matters concerned him. Previously, under Yang Chuan’s palm, even the Ghost God Avenue was shattered—an existence leagues above Qian Dadao.
Thus, Yang Chuan flipped his hand, revealing an intricately-crafted ring.
"This... Universe System? Where did it come from?" Maoyu, stunned, asked abruptly upon seeing the ring.
But then instantly pieced it together with realization: "Ah, that man you killed earlier gave it to me. He was in charge of this peak. Is this ring his?"
"Correct!"
Yang Chuan nodded.
He chose to transcend merely by identifying captivating places brimming with fierce challenges.
Shuiqing Tianze!
Coming to this realm of cruel survival, Yang Tian had already mentally prepared himself.
The first step was utilizing materials qualified as Heavenly Horse!
This protagonist established dominance over the Blackstone Star, eliminating adversaries. Among the peaks of 13 in Luoyue Mountain, where resources were abundant, Yang Tian’s future achievements were boundless.
Whether Zhu Kanggong’s contributions could satisfy the path to ascension—Yang Tian didn’t concern himself with such trivialities.