"Is he dead?"
Mo Xian frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the vast blood mist. Although the blood mist was slowly engulfing everything, he still felt that something was wrong.
"It's good that he's dead, it's good that he's dead, it's like eliminating an extremely powerful threat."
A huge weight was lifted from Pan Wen's heart, and he said slowly.
"But our country still lost out, lost such a genius. If he hadn't been so... well, never mind, let's go back and report to the organization."
Tan Liu slowly stood up from the ground. He had recovered somewhat and could still move his limbs.
The stench of blood emanating from the surroundings was extremely unpleasant and agonizing.
"Someone, dispose of all the bodies here, and send all the injured to the hospital for treatment."
Yang Jingtian sighed softly, and after speaking, he walked towards the direction of the Yang family patriarch...
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Chapter 290 In the blink of an eye
The moment Yang Jingtian walked toward the Yang family patriarch, everyone thought Yang Feng was dead!
But in the next moment, a sudden change occurred, and a violent aura, like that of a wild beast, faintly emanated from the swirling blood mist!
"What?!"
The Yang family patriarch's pupils constricted slightly, and his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he could actually break through the Blood Mist artifact's absorption?
How is this possible?!
This magical artifact is a relic passed down from the disaster fifty years ago.
It can devour even thousands of martial artists, let alone just one.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over.
"No way! Could it be that the demon is still alive?!"
"Something must have happened. The ancestor has a divine artifact in his hand, how could he not even kill a martial artist?"
Just as the Yang family members were discussing this, a powerful force surged outwards from Yang Feng.
The blood mist gradually disappeared, being absorbed by Yang Feng bit by bit.
A scarlet figure appeared faintly in everyone's sight.
"die!"
Yang Feng's figure transformed into a streak of red light, appearing before the Yang family patriarch in an instant. He suddenly swung his hand, creating small tornadoes as his arm clashed with the attack.
A powerful force, unstoppable!
"out!"
The Yang family patriarch dared not be negligent in the slightest and was about to pick up the magic weapon again to continue using it.
The next moment, Yang Feng's fist shattered the magic artifact, passing right through it and striking the Yang family patriarch's chest once more.
An immense power! Even magical artifacts couldn't be activated!
"Impossible! Ah..."
Seeing the sudden scene before him, the Yang family patriarch barely had a chance to catch his breath before he saw his supposedly unparalleled divine weapon shattered.
Immediately, a surge of power, like a series of climaxes, shot him away, sending him flying hundreds of meters away like a kite with a broken string.
All the internal energy in his body was drained out, and he died instantly with his eyes rolled back.
One punch!
Everyone who witnessed this scene was completely dumbfounded.
The change in style was even faster than Sichuan opera. Everyone thought the person was dead, but unexpectedly, he suddenly broke free from the blood mist and rushed out like a god of war.
He instantly killed their family's ancestor!
Now, the Yang family really has no one to rely on!
There's even a possibility that one of the ten most powerful families in Yanjing might fall into their fold.
………
At this moment, Yang Feng felt as if the beast within him was about to awaken, its energy surging soaring so high that it was about to explode his body.
Yang Feng sat down cross-legged and began to refine the remaining energy in his body.
"Ah, what a pity about this blood-stained magic artifact. Otherwise, I could have repaired one-thousandth of the damage to my internal essence. And that blood mist just now... wouldn't even be enough to fill a gap between my teeth."
At that moment, a deep voice came from my mind, not so beastly as it seemed.
Yang Feng ignored his meaning and was silently shocked. He had just borrowed a trace of energy from the chaos, or rather, he hadn't borrowed any, yet it was still so terrifying.
So, just how powerful was Chaos at its peak?!
Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng focused on refining the trace of energy from the chaos within his body. The spiritual energy in his dantian intertwined like a colorful rainbow.
The primordial chaos.