"Haha, how can it be unrelated to my Celestial Sword Pavilion? I also ate the Fire Blood Vermilion Fruit."

Qin Yang shook his head beside him and held up the Fire Blood Vermilion Fruit he had bitten twice, chuckling lightly.

The Celestial Sword Pavilion, Dark Palace, and Sea Dragon Sect all belong to the third-rate ancient martial arts factions of Jiangbei Province but are not on good terms with each other. Therefore, Qin Yang didn't need to give the Dark Palace any good face.

"You...!"

An Xingchen's expression changed; his tone had softened enough, yet this youngster dared to provoke. The disciples of the Celestial Sword Pavilion truly have audacity.

Seeing that Qin Yang was young, An Xingchen naturally assumed he was a disciple of the Celestial Sword Pavilion. However, with his status, he naturally disdained competing with a pavilion disciple.

"Pavilion Master Bi, is your Celestial Sword Pavilion determined to interfere in tonight's affairs?"

An Xingchen shifted his gaze towards Bi Luoyue.

The Fire Blood Vermilion Fruit is a third-grade spirit medicine, quite precious; otherwise, they wouldn't have pursued it so relentlessly.

"Indeed."

Bi Luoyue lightly nodded her head, her cold and beautiful eyes looking at An Xingchen.

"Thank you, sister."

The purple-clad girl giggled and said crisply, sitting beside them while munching on the Fire Blood Vermilion Fruit and nibbling on roasted rabbit leg.

"Good, good!"

An Xingchen laughed out of extreme anger, clenching his fists slowly. However, he and his men weren't opponents for Bi Luoyue.

"Pavilion Master Bi, my father is currently in Danfeng City. The matter of these three Fire Blood Vermilion Fruits, I will note it down against Celestial Sword Pavilion. By then, my father will personally come to settle it with you!"

The coldness in An Xingchen's voice carried a hint of threat.

The strength of the Dark Palace exceeds that of the Celestial Sword Pavilion significantly. His father, the Palace Master An Yuan of the Dark Palace, is now at the late stage Profound Tier pinnacle level, just a step away from entering the Earth Tier realm.

This time, they have come to Danfeng City to search for spirit medicine or spirit pills to aid his breakthrough. Once his father steps into the Earth Tier, he could obliterate Celestial Sword Pavilion with a flip of his hand.

"Let's go."

An Xingchen cast a cold, sweeping glance at the three, then waved his hand immediately.

"Yes, Young Palace Master."

The three tributors and the three men in black behind them replied.

"Wait."

Seeing An Xingchen leaving after his harsh words, a glimmer flashed in Qin Yang's eyes as he spoke.

"Why? Do you have any advice?"

An Xingchen paused his steps and looked up at Qin Yang, feeling that even talking to this youngster was lowering himself.

"Hand over all the treasures you have."

Qin Yang said with a smile, focusing on the bulging backpack behind one of the men in black.

"What do you mean?"

An Xingchen frowned.

"Very simple, robbery!"

Qin Yang drew the Purple Blood Soft Sword from his waist and pointed it at An Xingchen.

Compared to looking for spirit medicine himself, Qin Yang felt that robbing once yielded more, and robbing this Young Palace Master of the Dark Palace brought him no psychological burden.

"Robbery?"

An Xingchen's expression changed, protecting the thief girl who stole our Fire Blood Vermilion Fruits was one thing, but actually wanting to rob us of more?!

"Humph, is the Celestial Sword Pavilion just a mere disciple daring to spout such arrogance? Pavilion Master Bi, we may not be your match today, but I ask Pavilion Master Bi not to push us too far. If we truly fight, we may perish, but Pavilion Master Bi will also be severely injured."

The white-haired elder tributor beside him snorted coldly, speaking.

"Then try it."

Qin Yang said with a smile, raising his finger, and a piercing Wind Blade shot towards the three tributors.

"Dark Elemental Shield!"

The three tributors' expressions changed slightly, surprised that this youngster attacked just as he spoke. Immediately, they waved their palms, unleashing inner power to form a black shield, blocking the incoming Wind Blade.

Swish!

Qin Yang cast a Wind Manipulation Technique upon himself and darted forward, holding the Purple Blood Soft Sword as he charged towards the three tributors.

"Humph, seeking death!"

The three tributors' expressions turned ice-cold; under the agitation of inner power, two dark rings shot from his sleeves, attacking Qin Yang.

Clang! Clang!

Qin Yang's sword tip flicked, repelling the two dark rings.

The three tributors flashed explosively, and their hands passed through the repelled dark rings. Even more dark rings lined his arms, which he used as weapons to smash toward Qin Yang.

Clang~!

Qin Yang slashed his sword onto the dark ring on the tributor's arm, and the sword clashing against the ring emitted a crisp sound.

At this moment, they had already passed each other.

"Taste my ring!"

The three tributors turned, shouted fiercely, and simultaneously shot four dark rings.

A smirk tugged at Qin Yang's mouth; he tapped his toe on the ground, avoiding the four dark rings, then suddenly vanished like a phantom, slashing toward An Xingchen, who was watching the fight.

An Xingchen's expression changed completely; he never expected Qin Yang to suddenly attack him, the inner power equivalent to the peak of early stage Profound Tier erupted, and he retreated backward.

"You won't escape, Ice Seal Technique, Ice Seal!"

Qin Yang had anticipated this long ago, pinching a technique seal with his fingers, executing the Ice Seal Technique.

Crack! Crack!

The hard ice layers began to spread from An Xingchen's legs, causing his movements to stiffen.

"Damn it."

An Xingchen's expression changed drastically, inner power circulating, stamping both feet on the ground hard and shattering part of the ice layer.

Just then, a chilly sword edge reached around An Xingchen's neck, making his body stiffen completely.

"Release the Young Palace Master!"

The three tributors' eyes widened, shouting angrily, and surged toward Qin Yang.

"It seems you haven't seen the situation clearly."

Qin Yang's gaze turned slightly cold; the fingers holding the sword twitched, and a thread of fresh blood trickled down An Xingchen's neck along the sword blade.

"Stop!"

The three tributors' faces changed drastically; they paused in their tracks.

"You... you're not an ordinary disciple of the Celestial Sword Pavilion."

Though held by the sword, An Xingchen wasn't particularly frightened, maintaining a trace of composure, staring at Qin Yang.

To hold him captive during a fierce battle with the three tributors, this level of skill matched a master of the late stage Profound Tier. But when did Celestial Sword Pavilion have a young expert like him?

"I understand now, you're the honorary chief of the Celestial Sword Pavilion."

An Xingchen's eyes suddenly showed a moment of realization as he spoke.

"That's right, you're not completely stupid."

Qin Yang nodded and said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the three tributors' expressions changed, realizing this young man wasn't an ordinary figure.

"Pavilion Master Bi, and this honorary chief, your Celestial Sword Pavilion holding our Dark Palace's Young Palace Master hostage, is it a declaration of war against us?"

The three tributors' expressions darkened, glancing at Bi Luoyue before fixing their gaze on Qin Yang, threatening.

"I say, you talk too much. Are you handing over the goods, or should I end his life?"

Qin Yang stared at the three tributors, expressionless as he spoke.

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