"Elder Yan, Elder He, please capture this thief!"

Ximen Feng shouted sharply.

Hearing this, both Ximen Yan and Ximen He nodded. They were Middle Stage Earth Tier experts, with naturally keen eyesight. What Ximen Feng could discern, they too could see. They hadn't expected anyone in this world to actually master the legendary Daoist Skills.

"Little animal, surrender now!"

Ximen Yan coldly shouted, his figure flashing explosively. As he moved, crimson Inner Power surged wildly in his palms, transforming into a Flame Sword, its blade tip directly pointing at Qin Yang's throat.

Simultaneously, the Inner Power in Ximen He's palms transformed into a deep blue Water Sword, its blade tip also directly aiming at Qin Yang's throat.

"Earth Wall Barrier!"

Qin Yang glanced at the two attackers, his hands forming a spell seal, and shouted lowly.

Rumble!

The earth trembled, and a barrier like a small mountain emerged from the ground, blocking in front of Qin Yang.

"Break for me!"

Ximen Yan and Ximen He shouted in unison. The Flame Sword and Water Sword, both condensed with Inner Power and sharp beyond compare, pierced through the Earth Wall Barrier.

Boom~!

The Earth Wall Barrier shattered under their joint attack, breaking into pieces and scattering on the ground.

Ximen Yan and Ximen He maintained their speed, passing through the falling debris, with swords in hand still thrusting forward.

"Not good!"

Their expressions changed, secretly realizing something was wrong, for they noticed the person behind the Earth Wall Barrier had already vanished.

Swoosh!

A dusky yellow halo flashed, and Qin Yang's figure appeared behind the two.

"Wind Blade Technique!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Qin Yang unleashed two cyan Wind Blades from his fingertips, fiercely slashing towards Ximen Yan and Ximen He's necks.

Ximen Yan and Ximen He felt a chill at the back of their necks, and they paused, Inner Power surging at their toes, spinning on the spot and swiftly splitting to the sides, avoiding the two Wind Blades.

"Can you escape?"

Qin Yang sneered coldly, forming a spell seal with both hands.

The two Wind Blades curved slightly in mid-air, and like clinging shadows, they targeted Ximen Yan and Ximen He respectively.

Ximen Yan and Ximen He's faces were filled with shock, obviously not expecting that the Wind Blades could change direction under Qin Yang's control.

However, their combat experience was extremely rich. Immediately, the marks on their palms changed, clearly preparing to use Martial Skills.

"Flame Tyrant Fist!"

"Gloomy Water Soft Palm!"

Boom! Boom!

A fist infused with crimson flame Inner Power and a water-patterned hand seal filled with blue hues struck at the two Wind Blades.

The crimson flames evaporated the Wind Blades into nothingness, while the blue water-patterned hand seal scattered the Wind Blades. Subsequently, these two attacks continued towards Qin Yang.

Swoosh!

As the fist and palm attack neared, Qin Yang's figure disappeared again, reappearing behind Ximen He.

Qin Yang's eyes were icy, forming another Wind Blade at his fingertip, only a yard away from Ximen He, almost upon him in the blink of an eye, leaving Ximen He no time to react.

Splurt~!

Blood spurted out, and a large head rolled on the ground. A Middle Stage Earth Tier expert had fallen!

"Second brother!"

Ximen Yan's eyes turned blood red in an instant.

Everyone present was also shocked, staring dumbfounded at the scene before them, where two Middle Stage Earth Tier experts besieged this youth, yet one of them ended up dead.

"Ah...little animal, I will kill you!"

Ximen Yan roared, Inner Power howling out from within him, changing marks in his hand, with crimson flames dancing on each of his fingers.

Swish!

With a furious stomp on the ground, Ximen Yan's figure shot out, his fiery fingers reaching to grab Qin Yang's crown.

"Ice Cone Sky Fall!"

Qin Yang smirked coldly, raising his hand, and instantly hundreds of Ice Cones formed in mid-air, each refracting a cold gleam, their tips razor-sharp like daggers, daunting to behold.

Whizz, whizz, whizz!

A barrage of Ice Cones shot downwards swiftly from the sky, targeting Ximen Yan.

"Damn it!"

Ximen Yan's expression changed, halting his steps, and dodged to the side.

The Ice Cones followed closely, embedding into the ground just like sharp arrows, forcing the enraged Ximen Yan into a rather awkward situation.

"Elder Han, quickly help Elder Yan!"

Ximen Feihua's face was somewhat grim, not expecting the youth's strength to progress so rapidly.

"Great Ice Palm!"

Elder Han nodded, his figure flashing, appearing ten meters in front of Qin Yang. His whole body was enveloped in cold Inner Power; with a change in his hand seals, an icy Frost Palm flew towards Qin Yang.

"Fire Dragon Technique!"

Qin Yang glanced coldly at Elder Han, forming a spell seal with his fingers, creating a winding Fire Dragon in mid-air before him.

Boom!

The Fire Dragon howled past, instantly engulfing the Frost Palm Seal, and then, unchanged in course, pounced towards Elder Han.

Bam~!

The Fire Dragon crashed into Elder Han, making him spit out a mouthful of blood, his hair charred black, his body flying backward and colliding with the trunk of an Osmanthus Tree.

"Everyone, let's go together, capture this brat first, then force the Daoist Art Magic Technique out of him."

Seeing Elder Han injured, Ximen Feng's complexion changed, turning to An Yuan, Xiao Hailong, and others.

An Yuan, Leng Yi, and the four Yellow Tier Perfection Ancient Martial Artists behind him nodded in agreement, while hesitation flashed across Xiao Hailong's face. Faced with Qin Yang's mysterious techniques, he too felt a bit hesitant, but with circumstances as they were, they had no choice but to unite.

"Kill!"

An Yuan coldly shouted, everyone's figures flashed, all charging towards Qin Yang.

Facing the siege of so many Ancient Martial Artists, Li Xinyan, Wang Hu, and Zhao Hui all wore expressions of concern.

"Since you're all coming at once, let's just resolve you all together!"

Qin Yang's eyes turned cold, sweeping a glance at the oncoming attackers, hands forming spell seals, and a faint aura enveloped him entirely.

"Low Altitude Levitation!"

Just as those Ancient Martial Artists rushed towards Qin Yang, his body floated upward, leaving An Yuan and the others in shock below.

Suspended in mid-air, a youthful figure floated quietly, coldly gazing down at An Yuan and others beneath.

"Flying Sword Skill."

Qin Yang formed a complex Profound Seal with both hands, within which was a White Light Saber gleaming brightly.

Looking at the White Light Saber floating above his palm, Qin Yang appeared slightly pale, evidently, the White Light Saber had consumed a significant amount of his Spiritual Power.

"Go!"

Qin Yang shouted lowly, the White Light Saber detached from his palm, growing with the wind to the size of a common Treasure Sword.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The White Light Sword Body split into two, then four, eventually forming sixteen White Light Sword Bodies, all aligned to target An Yuan, Ximen Feng, Xiao Hailong, and others below.

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