Chapter Thirty-Five: The Frost Venerable

  Outside Liang City, on the official road, it was already late at night and there were few people around. Three horse-drawn carriages galloped swiftly towards Liang City, pulled by six fine war horses. The coachman wore a cloak, his arms strong and powerful, with four golden stars faintly visible on his chest.

  ……

  Under the starry sky, a figure flashed by, and the grass leaves shook, only a faint trail could be seen.

  Ye Yang carried the Broken Flame Sword, his hands clasped behind his back, and unfolded his body technique. He strode proudly through the forest, his sword-shaped eyebrows tightly furrowed. Although he was sprinting, he could still manipulate the Fire God's Residual True Qi, sensing everything around him with a concentrated and calm mind. His powerful sensory abilities expanded rapidly, and soon discovered that about 3 miles ahead, there were several extremely powerful auras!

  "That's it!"

  Ye Yang secretly rejoiced and quickened his pace, his entire person seeming to shoot towards the distance like a falling star.

  At this moment, a residual shadow flashed by, and immediately after, a beautiful face appeared above Ye Yang's shoulder, surprisingly it was Zuo Xuan flying in mid-air!

  The Star Guardian's two major features are the condensation of starry armor defense and the ability to fly through the air.

  Ye Yang couldn't help but laugh: "What's this, is Sheng Xuan sister coming to help me out?"

  Zhu Xuan shook his head: "How could I? I just want to see what you're going to do."

  "I? I just want to get back some debts!"

  "Oh? You want to kill someone?"

  "Hey, this is hard to say..."

  Ye Yang gazed into the distance, his eyes surging with anger. Since he arrived in this world, things had not been going smoothly for him. The Peng family had been pressing in on him tightly, and even Peng Cheng personally took action to injure Ye Bei Chi. Moreover, Ye Nan Tian was also publicly humiliated by Peng Feng. If he didn't get revenge for these grievances, it would be a waste of his life as a human!

  Zong Xuan smiled and said: "Ye Yang, you little devil, are you thinking of killing someone and stealing their goods?"

  "That's right!"

  "Good!"

  Zhu Xuan didn't oppose it, instead he smiled and said: "Just right, I can take this opportunity to see what your cultivation realm is like!"

  Ye Yang smiled secretly and didn't say another word.

  ……

  Before long, the two of them shot out of the jungle and disappeared into the night after a few bounds.

  On the main road, three horse-drawn carriages came galloping, but in an instant, several war horses let out a mournful whinny, and suddenly broke free from their reins, disappearing into the forest.

  The horse carriage stopped abruptly, and the coachmen and others on board stood up one after another. The lead coachman was a strong man of the fourth level of the Grandmaster rank, his expression changed drastically as he shouted loudly: "Brothers, stop! Hmph, someone has come to visit our caravan!"

  Right in front of him, a young man in green clothes with a red mask on his face was staring coldly at the convoy guards, his eyes filled with disdain and anger.

  Behind the young man, in the woods, Zhen Xuan was also furious, looking at his torn sleeve, clenched his fist: "Hmph, Ye Yang that little rascal, actually used my sleeve as a handkerchief, next time I'll definitely cut him down mercilessly!"

  ……

  "Hey, you little brat, looking for trouble?"

  A groom stepped forward, holding an axe and chopping down with a flash of firelight on the blade's edge. Although this groom was only at the second level of the Earth grade, he was considered a good hand in the city.

  But unexpectedly, Ye Yang merely waved his hand, and instantly a fierce flame swept over. The groom let out a mournful cry as his arm and battle-axe were incinerated in an instant!

  What kind of cultivation is this!

  "Ah... Ah... Ah..."

  In the midst of a terrifying scream, the groom fell to the ground and crawled towards the second carriage in distress, begging: "Your Honor, Your Honor, save me..."

  "In the carriage, icy air filled the space, and a cold voice came: 'Useless thing, go die!'"

  Only one withered arm stretched out, lightly touched the horseman's forehead, and instantly the powerful ice element engulfed the horseman's entire body. The next moment, a crisp sound was heard, and the horseman shattered to the ground like an ice sculpture, his flesh and blood all frozen into ice, his death was too gruesome to behold.

  Ye Yang was slightly shocked and had never thought that the person in charge of escorting this convoy would be such a master. It seemed that there must be extremely rare treasures in this convoy!

  In the carriage, an old man in black robes slowly descended, with five withered branch-like fingers emitting a chill between them. It was the person who had just killed the coachman, and this person, Ye Yang, knew him!

  "Frost Lord!"

  Ye Yang's heart skipped a beat, never expecting to run into him here. Last time he was imprisoned in the icy cave, this Ice Frost Venerable came to take his life but was scared away by Qin Fang's soul. Now he encountered him again here, indeed it's a narrow road for sworn enemies!

  Bingfeng Zunzhe is a strong man of the seventh level of the earth, cultivating the ice god power that rivals the fire god power, originally a member of the water god clan, but came to serve the fire god clan for unknown reasons.

  Ye Yang raised his head, proudly looking at the Ice Frost Venerable, with anger in his eyes. This Ice Frost Venerable was a watchdog at the gate of Peng Feng's sect, and killing him would be like cutting off one of Peng Feng's arms - a result that Ye Yang would very much enjoy seeing.

  "Whoa..."

  Fists clenched, flames of fury surged up, Ye Yang's anger could no longer be suppressed.

  Ice Frost Lord looked at Ye Yang, had already guessed roughly, coldly snorted: "You stinky brat, last time was just your good luck, this time, I'd like to see who can save your life again, prepare to die!"

  He raised an arm, and the Frost element condensed. The Frost Lord surprisingly condensed a long knife like an icicle in mid-air, coldly staring at Ye Yang, with his robes flying around him, countless piercing icy auras swirling and whistling up!

  "Go die!"

  Frost Lord suddenly burst out, flying into the air, swinging his ice knife, tearing through the sky and shouting loudly in mid-air: "Ice Soul Slash!"

  This is a profound martial art that only a Seventh-Grade Grandmaster of the Earth can cultivate, condensing frost into a blade, locking down the opponent with aura, and descending icy air to seal off the opponent. With one slash, you would usually see the horseman's dead body from earlier.

  Unfortunately, this time the opponent of Bingfeng Zun was Ye Yang. Although he was only a sixth-level earth cultivator, he was at the pinnacle of the sixth level, and his fire god power was derived from the leftover scrolls of the Fire God, born with a mysterious aura, far surpassing ordinary fire god powers!

  "Brush!"

  The Overbearing Aura Descends, Frost Lord's Overbearing Aura, Double Kill with Frost Bite!

  Ye Yang's expression was calm and fearless, his eyes filled with disdain. The next moment, his actions shocked Bingfeng Zun!

  Under the moonlight, Ye Yang suddenly condensed the Qian Kun shield with his left hand and burst out the fire god's power with his right hand. The Breaking Flame Sword surged forth with countless fierce flames, and he clashed head-on with the opponent, exposing his vital points to the opponent's fierce moves. This was a completely desperate fighting style!

  Wave!

  The Frost Blade chopped heavily on the Dry Kun Shield, after dissipating more than half of its force, it still hacked onto Ye Yang's left arm, instantly causing ice and fire to collide, blood spraying wildly, a shocking wound appeared.

  But Frost Lord's ending was even more miserable!

  "Hmph!"

  Po Yan's sword pierced through the opponent's throat, a fierce flame burned away the icy divine power of Bing Feng Zun, and the two great masters' confrontation ended with just one move!

  Ye Yang's arm is seriously injured!

  Frost Lord, die!

  ……

  "Good kid..." Hidden in the dense forest, Zong Xuan couldn't help but stick out his tongue and laugh: "Do you think that just because there's a free medical god around, you can act recklessly without considering the consequences? Alas, this kid is too much...he really deserves a beating..."

  Yè Yáng lowered his left arm, but coldly stared at the four remaining top experts of the Péng family in front of him. They were all strong masters of the third and fourth levels of the Great Earth Realm, but in Yè Yáng's eyes, they were no different from dead men.

  A master's eyes were filled with fear: "This person is too strong, run quickly..."

  But where can I run to?

  Leaves fluttered and flew over, the Broken Flame Sword released a long sword energy, the Wind Slashing Technique was sharp and boundless. Several sword energies flew by, and none of the four masters escaped, all falling into a pool of blood.

  "Hmm!"

  Ye Yang walked forward, kicked open the boxes on the carriage, and they were all weapons. There were a few nine-grade military swords, and the rest were some exquisite cast blades, which were not bad at all. It was clear that this was the cargo being transported to the Peng family's smelting workshop.

  Coming to the second carriage, one foot kicked it open, and inside were still messy weapons.

  Ye Yang was slightly disappointed and was about to turn around when he discovered that there were still some golden boxes at the bottom of the trunk!

  He hastily walked forward, opened the box, and inside was a green martial arts book, simple and unadorned, with several large characters clearly written on the cover: "Wild Thunderbolt"!

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