"Sect Master, please accept my condolences. What we must do now is avenge Ling Tian!" At this moment, Nalan Yu stepped forward and sighed softly.
Upon hearing this, Yan Longzhi abruptly raised his head, his sorrowful eyes instantly transforming into murderous intent as he stared at the young man slowly emerging from the clouds.
All eyes were on him, and the scene became very tense.
He has arrived, the owner of the defensive artifact, the enemy who killed their Senior Brother Lingtian.
However, when they saw Yang Feng's face, their expressions instantly became somewhat shocked.
So young, with an ethereal beauty, a delicate face, around twenty years old, yet her deep eyes held a hint of bloodlust…
revenge!
Yan Longzhi slowly laid down Yang Lingtian's cold body, stood up, and stared intently at the man.
He is the one who killed his own disciple!
He had originally planned to recruit this person into their Flame Dragon Sect, given his strength, and then give him more resources to make up for all the previous unpleasantness.
But now...
He must die today! And he must die without a proper burial!!
The disciples and elders exchanged glances for a second, noticing that there was indeed an aura surging around Yang Feng, but they couldn't discern his strength at all.
They naturally didn't believe there could be such a young Earth-rank Grandmaster, unless he came from that place!
Even people from that place might not be that powerful!
They naturally didn't believe it, but the facts were right in front of them...
Until Yang Feng approached them, standing about fifty meters away, his deep eyes brazenly surveying them, a slight smile playing on his lips, he murmured softly:
"The blood of these people should be enough to repair your damaged essence."
"Not enough...not enough...far from enough..."
Hearing the deep, beast-like voice in his mind, Yang Feng's lips twitched. Not enough my ass! There are probably over a thousand people here, and you're telling me it's not enough? Do you expect me to kill everyone in the world myself?
If it weren't for the fact that it had once saved his life, and that it was inside his body, he really wouldn't have bothered with this beast...
"Are you the murderer who killed Ling Tian?" At this moment, the white-haired but young elder stepped forward and questioned Yang Feng.
"nonsense……"
Yang Feng almost rolled his eyes at Lotus Flower before replying.
"Go to hell!!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Longzhi could no longer bear it. His eyes flashed with terrifying killing intent, and his inner strength instantly condensed in his arms, all the way to his fist.
A small tornado formed at the point of the fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound as it struck fiercely towards Yang Feng's head.
Without any hesitation, Yang Feng took a small step back, a cold smile playing on his lips, and simply swung his fist.
Instead of colliding with it…
"boom!"
A tremendous explosion suddenly rang out, and instantly, from the area centered on them, towering turbulent air currents rippled outwards, rolling like waves crashing against the shore.
In an instant, all the martial arts disciples around were blasted away, frantically retreating backward and backward.
It wasn't until they had traveled over a hundred meters that they finally staggered to a stop and regained their footing.
The punches exchanged between Earth-rank experts were already so terrifying; what happened just now was like a missile exploding!
Yang Feng and Yan Longzhi stood rooted to the spot, their fists clashing, as the fierce hurricane raged on them.
All the Yanlong Sect disciples and elders behind them gasped in astonishment. Their doubts about Yang Feng's strength vanished instantly...
He is truly strong!
To actually possess the strength to fight their sect leader—that's terrifying talent!
"So this is the strength of the Flame Dragon Sect Master? How disappointing." Yang Feng, disheveled in the hurricane with his black hair flying wildly, scoffed.
Because he didn't use his full strength in that punch; he just wanted to test his strength.
However, it is clear that his strength is that of a mid-stage Earth Rank expert, and he is far inferior to Ye Aotian.
It can be said that he is about the same as the old ancestor of the Yang family, only slightly stronger; the two are evenly matched.
"You're asking for it! Die!!"
Yan Long unleashed all the internal energy within his body, sparing no expense, burning every last drop of his essence and blood to suddenly suppress it.
"Hehe, now that's more interesting."
After speaking, Yang Feng's gaze became somewhat solemn, and the spiritual power within his body began to surge violently, transforming into a fist and palm, which he then pushed out with great force.
Yan Longzhi staggered back a few steps, then inexplicably felt a strange force that pushed him away, like a piston.
This left him completely baffled.
However, at this moment he would not waste any words, he only wanted to kill this person to avenge his disciple Yang Lingtian and use his blood to pay tribute to him!
"Raging Fire Fist!!"