Yang Huang hurriedly turned around and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He saw the two big men he had previously tricked into Wutian Palace, now frantically chasing after him from behind.
As they shouted, the Wutianhui disciples who were scurrying around like headless flies all rushed towards Yang Huang like they were crazy.
There were people everywhere, weapons everywhere, and roars everywhere, surrounding Yang Huang in layers.
"It seems that we have no choice but to get out!"
As soon as He Wuai died, Yang Huang felt much more relaxed. Facing so many Wutianhui disciples who were gnashing their teeth, he surprisingly didn't feel much pressure. Instead, he sneered and continued to stride forward, firing his Thunderbolt Fire Fist to the left and right at the same time.
Another wave came out.
"Boom! Boom!"
The fierce and hot fist power is like a tiger descending the mountain, charging all the way, invincible.
At this moment, he had no choice but to supplement his energy. Yang Huang was even more powerful than a tiger, and his fists were fierce.
Regardless of whether they are entry-level disciples, C-level disciples, B-level disciples, or A-level disciples, they will all find it difficult to contend with his fierce fire fists.
What's more, Yang Huang's Fire Eye Skill was activated at the same time. Many disciples felt dazzled as soon as they came into contact with his eyes. Before they could attack, they were knocked away by Yang Huang's punch.
Although there was only one person, Yang Huang was like a lion charging into the flock of sheep. Every time he punched out, those who hit him were either dead or injured.
Soon, the ground around Yang Huang was filled with wailing and screaming Wutianhui disciples.
The attacks from all directions gradually weakened. The Wutianhui disciples, who were still aggressive at first, became timid at this moment and retreated one by one. They just surrounded Yang Huang and did not dare to fight with him easily.
Yang Huang stopped, looked around, and sneered: "What? No one dares to come again?"
"You! Who are you?" A big man asked fearfully.
Yang Huang said calmly: "It doesn't matter who I am! What's important is that the three shopkeepers of your Wutian Society are all dead! You have to think about your future."
Everyone in the Wutian Club couldn't help but look at each other, with fear and anxiety shining in their eyes.
The three major shopkeepers are all dead, which means that the backing has collapsed. Who can you rely on from now on?
After a while, someone finally glared at Yang Huang: "You! You killed the big shopkeeper. What on earth do you want to do?"
"Originally I wanted to leave, but now I suddenly don't want to leave!" Yang Huang said coldly: "I haven't been the king of the mountain yet, so it's good to have some fun. In this way, I will be the master of this place from now on.
Bar."
This idea indeed popped up suddenly just now, and then Yang Huang thought about it carefully and felt that it was possible and necessary.
"What?" Everyone was exclaiming. Wu Tian went up and down, and everyone looked at Yang Huang in shock and anger. To them, this was simply the worst and most unacceptable news they had ever heard.
Yang Huang sneered and glanced around: "What? Is there anyone dissatisfied? If not, just come up!"
There was constant commotion all around, and everyone in Wutianhui was shocked and angry, but no one dared to come up, and no one was convinced.
It's no wonder that the assassin who just killed their big boss has such a huge appetite that he wants to swallow the entire Wutian Society. This is really shocking.
"I know you find it harsh and are very uncomfortable with it. However, this place was originally the property of Tianwu Sect, and Wutian Society bullied others and took it away. Now, I want to take it back on behalf of Wutian Society."
Yang Huang glanced around and said: "If you want to leave, leave right away. I won't stop you. But if you want to stay, you must abide by my rules. Now, make a decision quickly."
Around them, more and more Wutianhui disciples gathered, and the look of shock and anger on each person's face became more and more intense. Yang Huang's ferocity and tyranny made them angry, surprised, and unbelievable.
However, the power of Yang Huang's fists just now left them frightened, and for a while they were too angry to speak out.
"Huh? No one is leaving? So you are all planning to stay and surrender to me?" Yang Huang glanced around and said coldly: "In that case, please kneel down!"
There was silence all around, and no one did what he said. But Yang Huang's words angered some people. After a while, a short, fat man came out of the crowd, pointed at Yang Huang and shouted: "You are a young brat.
, What kind of treacherous trick did you use to kill the big shopkeeper, and how dare you come to seize the territory of our Wutian Society! Don’t think that our Wutian Society doesn’t have heroes! I will be the first to refuse to accept it!"
"Okay, a hero is dissatisfied, is there anything else?" Yang Huang was not angry, and turned his eyes and asked everyone.
Being swept away by his sharp gaze, many people couldn't help but shrink their necks, but there were still twenty or thirty disciples who gathered around Xiang Pu and looked at Yang Huang coldly together.
"That's all? Very good!" Yang Huang sneered and strode towards Xiang Pu, "I'll give you one more chance. If you don't want to die, leave immediately, otherwise it means that he will fight me to the end!
"
His voice was cold and biting. At this moment, when Yuan Jin was mentioned, even more intense murderous aura emanated from his body. The surrounding Wutianhui disciples couldn't help but scatter away. Even those who gathered around Xiang Pu, there were seven or eight
The individual lowered his head and retreated dejectedly into the surrounding crowd.
But there were still more than twenty people gathered together tightly, gritting their teeth to welcome Yang Huang's approach.
"You want to be a resistance hero! Very good, I will let you change from heroes to martyrs!" Yang Huang said, staring at Xiang Pu.
"I obey heaven, earth, and the big shopkeeper, but not a young boy like you..." Xiang Pu made an impassioned speech. Just as he was about to say enough of his heroic words, his eyes suddenly stung, and he couldn't help it.
Howling miserably, he covered his eyes and screamed.
This came so suddenly that everyone around him was stunned for a moment.
Almost at the same time, Yang Huang shouted loudly, rushed straight into the middle of the twenty or so people, and struck out with his Thunderbolt Fire Fist, immediately knocking Xiang Pu away.
The sound of broken tendons resounded crisply in the air.
The more than twenty resisters were stunned, and then they rushed toward Yang Huang like crazy.
"snort!"
With a cold snort, Yang Huang snatched the long sword from one person's hand and used the second half of the Thunder Sword Technique in succession. Lightning bolts flashed and danced among the resisters like silver snakes.
"Ah! Ah!"
Blood and screams flew together, the silver snake passed by, its skin and flesh were torn, blood arrows shot into the sky, and then a variety of figures continued to shake and fall down.
The blood was flowing like long snakes, snaking and swimming on the ground.
This is simply a massacre!
The Wutianhui disciples around him were all shaken by the sight. Some of the timid ones even had their legs weak and fell to the ground, even fainting on the spot.