Chapter Thirty: Wang Qian Replaces Heaven's Way

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  Wang Gan roughly scanned the huge golden hall, and what his eyes saw and what his divine sense felt were not much different, but the visual senses were still a bit more realistic.

  "Who is it?"

  "You little scamp, how dare you come to Yandang Mountain and cause trouble? Has the world changed? A small cultivator of the Innate Realm dares to enter my old nest in Yandang Mountain alone?"

  Ji Shi Xiong's tiger eyes stared at Wang Qian, who had suddenly appeared. He didn't say a word, but his subordinates were already fully agitated. Wang Qian felt a series of piercing gazes rushing towards him, and every vital part of his body seemed to have been stabbed by sharp daggers, causing numbness and pain.

  This shows that his spiritual sensitivity has increased again. The attack hasn't even arrived, and he already clearly knows the direction of these people's attacks. This way, fighting is half the effort with double the results.

  "Haha, this young brother is extraordinary and a genius. Don't be unreasonable, you all listen to what he has to say."

  Ji Shi Xiong carefully observed Wang Gan and found that although he was in the enemy's camp, he was calm and composed, without any signs of tension. There were only two possibilities for this situation: one was that the person was a fool, and the other was that he had something to rely on and was not afraid at all.

  Of course, Wang Gan is absolutely not a fool, this point, Ji Shi Xiong is very clear, because Wang Gan's eyes are very deep and divine, as if they contain the stars, rivers, universe, and the mysteries of the world, this is not the performance that an intellectually disabled fool should have.

  So Ji Shi Xiong did not rush to attack, but instead suppressed his emotions and even put on a pleasant smile.

  "You're the master of Yandang Mountain, aren't you, Ji Shi Xiong? I think you're a pretty big shot, but why are you so unwilling to do anything for others? You're so ruthless and heartless, it's really unforgivable!"

  Wang Gan shook his head and looked at Ji Shi-xiong who suddenly said such a thing.

  Ji Shi Xiong's originally smiling face suddenly turned gloomy, and a fierce glint burst out of his eyes.

  The originally bustling hall suddenly became quiet, and the bandits of Yandang Mountain were all surprised and unbelievable, as if they were watching a dead man, with various expressions revealed.

  "Haha, kid, tell me your identity, let's see how I'll deal with you next!"

  Ji Shi Xiong coldly laughed a few times, his tone had become icy and frigid. He was enraged by Wang Qian, at any moment he would take action to tear this ignorant youth into shreds.

  "What's my identity? Weren't you just planning to ambush and kill the disciples of Qingyun Gate, taking their cultivation resources for yourselves? I am Wang Qian, an inner disciple of Qingyun Gate. You probably haven't heard of me before, but that doesn't matter anymore. After today, there will be no more Yandang Mountain in this world."

  Wang Qian's expression didn't change in the slightest, even if he was in a dragon's lair or a tiger's den, he would still be calm and composed. This was a state of mind, a great tranquility and peace of the soul, also the result of Wang Qian's cultivation along the way.

  "Alright, so you're a disciple of the Qingyun Sect. No wonder you're so fearless. What? Are you planning to annihilate Mount Yandang? Are you here as a scout? Unfortunately for you, you've stepped forward yourself. Even if we are annihilated, you'll still die."

  Ji Shi Xiong heard Wang Qian's identity and his face changed, then he arranged an identity for Wang Qian on his own speculation, treating him as a spy.

  Other bandits are also not calm now, although they are cruel and kill people, but after all, they are a group of scattered cultivators who do not have the momentum. As soon as they heard that Wang Qian was a disciple of Qingyunmen, they were all frightened and uneasy.

  It's no wonder, the hundred or so people from Yanxia Mountain, most of whom have cultivation levels above the Pre-Heaven Realm, seem to be a force not to be underestimated. However, this also depends on who they are compared to. Compared to Qingyun Gate, they are just an earthworm in the mud, while Qingyun Gate is a nine-heavenly divine dragon, completely different in level.

  "Ji Shi Xiong, you don't need to pry it out of me, I'll tell you clearly, this time it's just me going up the mountain."

  Wang Gan waved his hand and acted as if it was nothing.

  Ji Shi Xiong burst out laughing, finally laughing to the point of tears streaming down his face. Haha, the long laughter echoed in the grand hall, stirring up a fierce gale that made the air explode continuously.

  In a fit of rage, the leader of the bandits at Yanxia Mountain completely regained his cruel nature.

  "Brothers, take down this little brat! Is it possible? Am I, Mount Yandang, afraid of a mere inner disciple from Qingyun Gate?"

  Ji Shi Xiong's chest heaved like a bellows, gasping violently. He was also forced into a desperate situation by Wang Qian. Even though he knew Wang Qian was a disciple of the Qing Yun Men, after their earlier confrontation, he had no other choice but to be bullied by Wang Qian. If he didn't bring out his trump card soon, it wouldn't take long for Ji Shi Xiong to lose his authority and fail to control his subordinates, leading to the complete collapse of Yan Dang Mountain.

  He was like a desperate gambler, now with no other way out but to go all-in and thoroughly put Wang Qian's life on the line. Moreover, he couldn't let any news leak out; otherwise, Ji Shi Xiong would become a wanted fugitive of the Qing Yun Men.

  Wang Qian knew that these bandits, although they were loud-mouthed and killed the Qingyunmen disciples to seize wealth, but the risks involved were too great. Once the news got out, this loose cultivator group would inevitably be annihilated under the powerful strike of Qingyunmen.

  So, as soon as he appeared, his identity was clear, which forced the scattered cultivators of Yandang Mountain into a desperate situation. Either they would kill him, but it's very likely that the news would leak out, or let him leave, and then what they just said about killing people and stealing treasures would certainly be known to Qingyun Gate, and then they would come to surround and attack.

  These two roads are dead ends, so Ji Shi Xiong went crazy and ordered on the spot to thoroughly kill Wang Qian here. As for the news leaking out, although it's possible, he can still make some moves afterwards to cover it up. Moreover, with so many disciples in Qing Yun Men, even if one or two are killed or injured, the sect may not necessarily investigate loudly.

  Ji Shi Xiong thought so in his heart, of course he didn't know that Wang Qian's master was Yun Shan, the elder of Qing Yun Men, a great practitioner of Yuan Tai realm. Otherwise, he would have known that his plan would be futile. Once Wang Qian died, he wouldn't be an ordinary inner disciple, and his master Yun Shan would definitely investigate carefully and avenge him.

  Of course, in theory it is so, but all this was within Wang Qian's plan. Originally he came to Yandang Mountain to plunder and loot, who knew that seeing Ji Shi Xiong and his gang were really worse than beasts, which made him determined to conquer this place, as if to uphold justice on behalf of heaven.

  As expected, Ji Shi Xiong had no choice but to take a huge risk and kill Wang Qian here.

  In the Golden Great Hall, in the blink of an eye, it became a battlefield. One by one, the ferocious scattered cultivators' true yuan surged, their pre-heavenly aura colliding, and under the twisting of over a dozen different qi mechanisms, the air was constantly exploding. The airflow formed sharp long knives and swords, and the thin spiritual energy instantly boiled.

  A lone cultivator suddenly appeared in front of Wang Qian, holding a massive axe. A dark green aura rose like a divine mountain and came crashing down, about to split Wang Qian's skull in two the next moment.

  "Hmph, the ways of Jianghu are nothing but a joke, they can't even reach the threshold of martial arts. The axe may be heavy, but what's the use?"

  Wang Qian let out a cold snort, his large hand opening wide in a gesture that seemed to cover the sky and embrace the moon. In an instant, it heavily slapped down onto the axe blade, producing a loud "clang" sound as metal crashed against metal, echoing throughout the entire Golden Great Hall.

  A sharp and piercing wave of sound came surging forth, causing people's eardrums to ache violently, as if they were about to be pierced.

  "What? Lao Qi's cyan axe is a mid-grade spiritual artifact, yet this person can actually block it bare-handed? Is his palm even harder than metal?"

  This old seven was the first person to clash with Wang Qian, and others were still several steps away from Wang Qian. This time they were all shocked.

  One cry after another rose up, astonishing beyond belief.

  Wang Qian was so fierce, after cultivating the Nine Turns Body Refining Technique, his body was advancing in the direction of a magic treasure. He had a premonition that one day, his body would be honed to rival any divine artifact or peerless magic treasure.

  He gained momentum with one move, and it was continuous and uninterrupted. As he began to grasp the way of water, his attacks, though still fierce and sharp, had already begun to contain a continuous and weak posture, like mercury pouring down, penetrating every nook and cranny. Once he took the initiative, he would gain the upper hand and never let go.

  Lao Qi's bandit, the big axe chopped wildly, a mass of cyan shadow rolled up the vast aura, but Wang Qian transformed into a divine mountain, under the overwhelming pressure, all attacks were like clay chickens and tile dogs.

  With one step down, he trampled heavily, and King Qian's hands moved, his entire body shrouded in a green force field. He took a step forward with a crushing fist, the massive axe was raised high, and it was difficult to fall back for a moment. However, King Qian saw an opportunity, and with one swift motion, he struck with a large seal, like a divine boat crossing the sea of suffering, ferociously colliding with his opponent.

  Fierce, masculine, Wang Qian's impact was like a planet falling to the ground, with an unstoppable aura in the wild. The loose cultivator known as Old Seven's pupils suddenly shrunk to the size of a needle tip, and he saw a black shadow that instantly struck him.

  Pfft!

  Lao Qi was killed instantly by Wang Gan, the surging power, wave after wave, didn't give him a chance to turn over, almost visible to the naked eye, a figure was knocked into a thin sheet of paper, a large amount of blood spilled down.

  Wang Qianyan made a move, like a demon, charging into a flock of sheep, killing Old Seventh after colliding with him. Without stopping his hand, in one breath, he turned to fight in all directions. One by one, the figures were thrown flying onto the great hall's floor, which was stained with crimson blood on its golden surface.

  Knife lights, sword auras, spells, divine powers, the scattered cultivators of Yandang Mountain can be said to have used up all their means, but on Wang Qian's body, not even half of them had any effect, all were crushed and shattered.

  A burst of blue aura exploded out, Wang Qian's entire body and mind were in the midst of battle, his upper clothes completely torn apart, revealing his sturdy upper body, a fierce and ancient aura emanating from him. Any attack that hit him was like forging an indestructible divine iron, clanging loudly, with sparks flashing occasionally, yet not leaving any wounds.

  Whoosh!

  Wang Qian's arm was like a divine spear, directly piercing through the dantian of a loose cultivator, shattering his qihai and breaking his spine, killing him instantly.

  In the midst of wailing, one by one, the scattered cultivators were killed by Wang Qian. They no longer had their ferocious and cruel appearance from earlier. When they bullied those mortal women, they were ruthless and venomous to the extreme. However, as soon as Wang Qian made his move, they all became soft eggs, and the blood of the ones who were killed flowed like a river.

  A scream, a blood donation, white bones, a young man with his upper body naked, surrounded by terrified eyes.

  This painting is terrifying and frightening.