"Mr. Fan just made it clear that anyone who dares to bully the weak in the Nascent Soul realm will be killed without mercy."
"With these words, I can sort out my worries."
Tang Ming explained with a faint smile.
He is not afraid of the Nascent Soul Realm combat power.
What he was previously worried about was that the Nascent Soul experts from the black market would take action to kill members of the Wei family, Xia family and Qingming Hall.
Now there is Fan Zhongtian’s warning.
His worries were naturally unnecessary.
"Haha, Mr. Fan only said that in the Nascent Soul realm one cannot bully the weak, but he did not say that the weak cannot kill the strong."
Tang Ming's eyes flashed, and his dark eyes looked out the window, filled with murderous intent.
...the suburbs east of the city.
"Bang -" Yang Xiong held the blood ax and slashed Huashan Mountain with a force, causing the hillside next to it to burst into pieces with terrifying power.
The old man who was fighting against him had a gloomy face.
He snorted coldly: "Yang Xiong, the rules of the black market in Jinling City have never changed for hundreds of years."
"Do you, the Yang family, dare to assist Tang Xuantian and dominate the underground black market?"
As he spoke, the old man punched out, and the terrifying fist power shook the void, turning into a rolling fist and crushing him.
The blood ax in Yang Xiong's hand shook wildly, and the ax blade burst out with a breathtaking color of blood.
Buzz! The fist was directly cut into two pieces by the ax blade.
"I don't care whether you seek hegemony or not. I only know one thing. If you want to take action against Master Tang, you must ask for my opinion."
Yang Xiong stood proudly in the void, with murderous intent boiling all over his body.
Although he had just recently broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, he had extremely rich internal resources that had been suppressed for more than ten years, allowing him to possess extremely strong combat power once he broke through.
Moreover, when he broke the mirror, he experienced six or nine heavenly tribulations.
It is more than one or two levels better than ordinary people who have experienced three or nine heavenly tribulations.
Whoa! The blood ax struck down again, and a bloody trace appeared in the void, with murderous intent raging, heading straight towards the old man.
Arrives in an instant.
The old man's expression was stern, and a pair of spiritual weapon gloves appeared on his hands. The fists were strong, stirring the energy in front of him and roaring.
"Boom!"
The old man was knocked several dozen meters away, his fists were numb, and there was even a trace of blood on the spiritual weapon gloves.
These are the marks that were forcibly struck by a blood axe.
"Yang Xiong!"
The old man shouted angrily: "You are also a native of Jinling City, why do you want to fight against us for an outsider?"
"outsider?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in Yang Xiong's mouth: "Yi Hongheng, my eldest brother was also a native of Jinling City back then."
"Why did you choose to stand with the people from the hidden sect that day to surround and kill my elder brother?"
The old man's expression changed.
He is Yi Hongheng, a powerful person from the Jinling Yi family, a powerful person in the Yuanying realm.
During the dramatic upheaval in Jinling twelve years ago, he also participated in the encirclement and suppression of Tang Anyin.
"Why don't you speak?"
"You old stubborns are really trying to be both a bitch and a bitch at the same time."
Yang Xiong sneered unceremoniously.
"Shut up!"
Yi Hongheng seemed to be a little angry: "Yang Xiong, I kindly advise you, since you don't know what is good and what is evil, then don't think about doing good in today's matter."
"how?"
"Do you really think you are invincible?
Ridiculous!"
Yi Hongheng looked up to the sky and roared.
Boom! In the distance, another thick breath burst out, and within a moment, a hunchbacked old man with a stern face and dressed in brocade clothes came stepping into the void.
He is also a person with strong foundation in Nascent Soul Realm.
"Ma Junping!"
Yang Xiong's cold eyes narrowed: "Ma family, are you sure you want to wade through this muddy water?"
"Yang Xiong, you are a talented person who knows the current affairs. You don't have to risk the life of the entire Jinling Yang family for a Tang Xuantian."
"Before I come, Jun Lan specifically asked me to tell you something."
"Tang Xuantian has offended the public. As long as he is around, Jinling City will never be at peace. Only by completely killing him can Jinling City be restored to its original state."
The hunchbacked old man looked at Yang Xiong and spoke slowly.
Yang Xiong's eyes were sharp, and there was unspeakable anger in the corners of his eyes.
"Yang Xiong, you guys alone can't fight against the entire Jinling black market."
The hunchbacked old man continued: "You gave birth to a good daughter. Originally, relying on Yang Junlan, your Jinling Yang family could make further progress, so why are you obsessed with the past?"
"I think you can consider Jun Lan's proposal."
consider?
What to consider?
Are you considering how to protect yourself wisely, or how to abandon the fight and flee?
"If I don't think about it, what are you going to do?"
Yang Xiong looked sarcastic: "Is she going to kill her father?"
Patricide! The hunchbacked old man sighed: "Jun Lan just made the most correct choice."
"That's right!"
"Ever since that incident twelve years ago, nothing she has done has been right. She has made mistakes again and again, and they are so wrong!"
There was anger in Yang Xiong's face: "It's a son's fault for not teaching his father. The thing I, Yang Xiong, regret most in my life is that I didn't properly explain to this evil girl.
"Forget it, since the father-daughter relationship between me and her has come to an end, today, I, Yang Xiong, and Yang Junlan will cut off the father-daughter relationship.
"Boom! The breathtaking breath exploded.
These words were conveyed with soul, sweeping towards somewhere in Jinling City from afar.
"Yang Xiong, you are too conceited."
Ma Junping's face was calm and he said calmly: "Back then, even Tang Anyin, who was unparalleled in splendor and domination, could not shake the will of many wealthy families in Jinling City."
"Not to mention you?"
The words fell to the ground.
Ma Junping's body burst out with a violent aura.
Whoa! A clear sword cry sounded, and two flying swords that kept trembling suddenly appeared behind Ma Junping.
Two natal flying swords! Ma Junping is a veteran powerhouse in Jinling City. He was already a Nascent Soul Realm powerhouse decades ago, and now he has broken through to the middle Nascent Soul Realm.
Vast sword intent poured out, and the air was filled with an extremely fierce aura.
Yi Hongheng also flew over, locking Yang Xiong with his violent fists.
The two Nascent Soul realms all locked their Qi machines on Yang Xiong.
"Yang Xiong, if you are willing to retreat now and promise to leave Tang Xuantian, we can let you go."
Ma Junping issued an ultimatum.
Yang Xiong didn't reply.
"Boom -" He stepped down, the void shook, and the blood ax that had been charged for a long time suddenly came from behind and struck forward in a semicircle.
The bloody ax blade cut through the air, leaving long-lasting traces.
The tree-trunk houses within a hundred meters radius suddenly broke into two parts after coming into contact with this trace of blood.
Fortunately, this place is a deserted and unfinished building in the suburbs to the east of the city, and there is no one around late at night. Otherwise, if the ax goes down, all the ordinary people present will be chopped into two pieces.
This is the terrifying thing about Yuanying realm monks.
To ordinary people, being in the Nascent Soul realm means being a god! Respecting him like a god! "What a strong murderous intention!"
Ma Junping's cold eyes narrowed, and he put away the contempt in his heart. A flying sword behind him kept trembling, and after making a sword cry, it suddenly galloped out.
Almost at the same time.
Yi Hongheng, who was beside him, also snorted coldly, and his fists poured down like a flood, rushing toward Yang Xiong with unstoppable power.