Swish, swish, swish!

At the entrance of White Dragon Creek, four disciples in moon white robes simultaneously drew the treasure swords from their backs and pointed them at the two people sitting on the Red Tiger Beast.

"Is it you?"

Elder Bing Yuan's cold gaze slightly narrowed, evidently recognizing Ling Quan.

"That's right, it's me."

Ling Quan bit his teeth and stepped forward.

"Hmph, you really have no regard for your life. This vein now belongs to our Ancient Sword Sect. Last time, I spared your life, and yet you dare to come here again."

A chilly intent surfaced on Elder Bing Yuan's stern old face.

"We're here to reclaim the vein this time."

Ling Quan said angrily.

"With just you?"

Elder Bing Yuan's white brows slightly twitched as he assessed Ling Quan.

"Tsk tsk, despite being hit by my Ice Sword Qi, you didn't die, and even broke through to the Celestial Tier Middle Stage. That indeed surprises this old man a bit, but if a mere Celestial Tier Middle Stage is your confidence, then you're courting death."

Elder Bing Yuan's gaze was sharp, instantly seeing through Ling Quan's current cultivation, and his voice turned icy cold.

"I'm not your match."

Ling Quan shook his head, then took a slight step back and glanced at Qin Yang beside him.

"Is your trump card that little brat beside you?"

Seeing Ling Quan looking towards the young boy next to him, Elder Bing Yuan's white brows twitched, and he also sized up Qin Yang. However, he didn't feel any inner power fluctuation from Qin Yang.

"Tsk tsk, Patriarch Ling, as the patriarch of a top-tier force yet hiring a little brat as reinforcement, that's truly ridiculous."

A sneer appeared on Elder Bing Yuan's stern old face.

"I'm here to deal with your Ancient Sword Sect. Since the others haven't arrived yet, I'll have to deal with you, this old white-browed fool, first."

Qin Yang said indifferently, with a hint of disdain in his expression.

Upon hearing this, Elder Bing Yuan's expression cooled, and his gaze turned icy.

"Insolent! How dare you disrespect the second elder of our Ancient Sword Sect."

Among the four disciples in moon white robes, the one leading them immediately shouted angrily.

Qin Yang didn't bother wasting words with them, and with a gentle tap on the Red Tiger Beast, his figure drifted down.

"Go!"

The four disciples in moon white robes attacked Qin Yang in unison, brandishing their Cyan Steel Longswords, inner power surging.

Clang~!

As one disciple attacked, Qin Yang flicked his finger, deflecting the long sword, then kicked, sending the disciple flying while spitting blood, crashing to the ground unconscious.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Qin Yang swiftly delivered three more kicks, sending the other three disciples flying while spitting blood, also falling unconscious.

"Good kid, turns out you're an external martial arts expert."

Elder Bing Yuan's eyes turned icy cold, slightly surprised that this boy, using only his physical strength, sent flying three Profound Tier disciples.

"Hmph, but daring to injure disciples of my Ancient Sword Sect, there's no way old me can spare you!"

Elder Bing Yuan stood up, his two white brows slightly fluttering in the wind, with a gleam of cold light in his eyes.

Boom~!

A tremendous force of Ice Internal Power erupted from Elder Bing Yuan's body.

Crack, crack!

A layer of frost swiftly formed on the bluestone and then covered the entire stone.

"Ice Sword Qi."

Elder Bing Yuan yelled coldly, the Ice Internal Power in his body surged, and with an uplift of his finger, a white icy Sword Qi formed at his fingertip.

"Be careful, Young Qin, his Ice Sword Qi is very formidable."

Seeing the icy white Sword Qi, Ling Quan's face turned pale, shouting urgently.

On that day, he was injured by this casual Ice Sword Qi from the old Bing Yuan ghost, bringing back unsettling memories.

"Go!"

Elder Bing Yuan's white brow twitched, his gaze icy cold, standing on the bluestone, pointing towards Qin Yang.

Swoosh!

The icy white Sword Qi fiercely pierced through the air towards Qin Yang, only a vague white phantom could be seen.

"Hmph, a trivial trick."

Qin Yang chuckled softly. This Ice Sword Qi might be life-threatening to Ling Quan, but to Qin Yang, it was just a trivial trick.

"Fire Dragon Technique."

Then, Qin Yang formed a seal with his fingers, Spiritual Power surged out from his body, and a winding dragon of fire materialized in the void.

Red flames swirled around the fire dragon, raising the temperature of this space.

Boom!

The fire dragon roared past, swallowing the oncoming Ice Sword Qi, then continued its charge towards Elder Bing Yuan on the bluestone.

"This boy didn't use martial skills?"

Seeing the fire dragon hurtling down, Elder Bing Yuan's pupils shrank, a trace of astonishment flashed in his heart, and promptly operated his Inner Power, swiftly darting off the bluestone.

Bam~!

The fire dragon smashed the iced bluestone into pieces, rock fragments scattering.

After crushing the bluestone, the fire dragon did not dissipate. Under Qin Yang's control, it turned and aimed at Elder Bing Yuan again.

Elder Bing Yuan's face slightly changed, a sharper sense of astonishment growing in his eyes.

"Great Cold Ice Sword."

Swish, swish, swish!

Rapidly, Elder Bing Yuan formed a seal with both hands, mighty Ice Internal Power whistled out from his body, and in midair, turned into a massive sword of ice.

Elder Bing Yuan leapt up, wielding the Giant Ice Sword, and fiercely slashed towards the approaching fire dragon.

Bam~!

The fire dragon exploded under the furious slash of the Giant Ice Sword, scattering into scattered sparks of fire, fissures appearing on the Giant Ice Sword, then it shattered.

"This is not the Martial Skill of an Ancient Martial Artist, nor are you a Superpower User awakened in the Mortal Realm. Who exactly are you?!"

Elder Bing Yuan's gaze was sharp as a blade, glaring at Qin Yang.

"The one who came to deal with you."

Qin Yang sneered coldly.

Swish~!

A yellow aura flashed, and Qin Yang's figure vanished from the spot.

"This..."

Elder Bing Yuan's expression changed, a nameless danger approached from behind. Without turning back, he swung a mighty palm infused with Ice Internal Power.

Bam!

The Ice Palm clashed with a forceful punch, creating a ripple of invisible shockwaves.

Thud, thud, thud!

Elder Bing Yuan's body retreated several steps.

Qin Yang's figure also stepped back two steps, shrugging his shoulder to dispel the force exerted by the punch earlier.

"This old ghost deserves his reputation as a Great Perfection expert at the Celestial Tier, his inner power far more profound than that of Elder Zhi Huo by several times."

Qin Yang murmured in his heart, but even so, he was not a worthy opponent for him.

"Was what you displayed just now a Yin Yang Technique?"

Elder Bing Yuan's stern old face showed uncertainty and suspicion, but he then shook his head, denying his own guess.

"No, Yin Yang Techniques are more destruction-focused, mainly offensive in one aspect. What you have displayed—couldn't it be... the long-lost Daoist Skill?"

Upon this thought, Elder Bing Yuan's eyes shone with brilliance. If this boy knew the legendary Daoist Skill, capturing him and extracting the Daoist Skill Method would make Ancient Sword Sect even stronger.

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