Chapter Thirteen: The Young Master of Golden Yang

  Old Yue is in tears and begging for votes...

  The man with the folding fan spoke up as soon as he saw Yang Yi deep in thought, "Young hero, although participating in the Dragon Transformation Grand Prix is extremely dangerous, there's also an unparalleled advantage. The Dragon Transformation Grand Prix is held once every hundred years, and it's actually a selection of the most outstanding disciples by the Dragon Transformation Palace. It's said that all the geniuses in the world are caught in its net. If you have exceptional strength and can enter the top 100, it would be an unprecedented honor. After entering the sect, your status will be extremely high, and various cultivation resources will be provided to you continuously. If you can enter the top 10, that's even more incredible - you'll be a true prodigy, and even if you enter the Dragon Transformation Palace, you'll still be considered a genius. As long as your background is clear, you'll definitely receive vigorous training from the palace. With your strength, participating in the Dragon Transformation Grand Prix will surely yield good results. When that time comes, entering the Dragon Transformation Palace as an official disciple will also mean rapid advancement and possibly even becoming the master of a prefecture after achieving the fifth level of Blood Condensation!"

  The man with the folding fan had a glint of cleverness in his eyes, but his words were as sweet as honey, making everyone who heard them feel their heart skip a beat.

  But Yang Yi is such a person, how can't he see his thoughts, coldly smiling: "The world is big, every time participating in the Huā Lóng Dà Sài (Dragon Transformation Great Competition) there are countless people, I'm afraid it's tens of thousands of people, wanting to kill out a bloody road from among them isn't that simple? You just want to coax me into being happy, then let you go, right?"

  The folding fan man nodded awkwardly and said, "Not bad, young hero, your eyes are like a sharp sword, piercing through the smallest details. Indeed, my thoughts cannot be hidden from you. Now that I have told you everything I know, please spare my life!"

  Yang Yi didn't say a word, turned around, gently lifted off the scar-faced man's five exquisite human skin masks, and gently put them in his bosom. These exquisite human skin masks were indeed excellent disguises.

  Yang Yi also just glanced at the folding fan man, and said in a low, cold voice: "You're an intelligent person. If you were me now, I believe you've already made up your mind. Do you think you'll live or die?"

  The man with the folding fan suddenly changed color and immediately retreated wildly backwards.

  Yang Yi would not let this person go, the Huáng Lóng Lìng was a serious matter, once it leaked out, he would likely be pursued endlessly by countless people. Yang Yi did not want to be hunted down by numerous people in the future, so he had to cut the grass and eliminate the roots. The folding fan man naturally would not survive.

  The folding fan man's face showed a look of horror, constantly backing away, but at this time Yang Yi's body suddenly accelerated, almost instantly approaching the folding fan man.

  Suddenly, a sparse footsteps sounded, and four people rushed in from outside. The leader was a man in magnificent attire, who saw Yang Yi and shouted: "Baibian San Guai, humph! My lord will see how you can escape now? Hand over the Huálóng Lǐng (Transforming Dragon Order) immediately, otherwise, my lord will make you suffer all kinds of torture until death!"

  The folding fan man saw the newcomer and suddenly shouted loudly: "Young Master Jinyang, the Huolong Order is on his body..."

  "Whoosh"

  The four people who just came in instantly fixed their eyes on Yang Yi.

  Yang Yi secretly cursed in his heart and shouted: "You damned thing, die!"

  Bang

  Yang's fist instantly shattered the folding fan man's head, with fresh blood and brain matter splattered all over the ground.

  Jin Yang's face changed slightly as he coldly shouted: "You little brat, hand over the Huolong Token, otherwise I'll chase you to the ends of the earth and you'll have no way out but death!"

  Yang Yi did not turn around, but he had already understood in his heart that this person was indeed the Golden Master of the Three Monsters who had snatched the Huálóng Command.

  This trio of freaks said that Young Master Jinyang would never find them, but now it's all nonsense. This Young Master Jinyang found this place so early and even coincidentally met Yang Yi.

  "Whoosh"

  Yang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, like a gust of wind, and he rushed towards the back.

  "Damn it, catch him! Absolutely can't let him get away!" Jin Yangshou shouted to the several guards around him.

  The guards around Jin Yang's young master were all elite members of the Jin Yang Manor. Since the Huo Long Command was stolen by Bai Bian San Guai, the master of Jin Yang Manor had been furious and sent countless experts to track down Bai Bian San Guai's trail. Even if Bai Bian San Guai could disguise himself again, some clues had still been found. When Jin Yang's young master arrived here with his men, Yang Yi had already killed all of Bai Bian San Guai.

  "Whoosh"

  The several guards beside Jin Yang were all displaying their body techniques, unleashing a powerful force that made Yang Yi feel an intense killing intent surging from behind. These guards turned out to be top-notch masters of the fourth level of Blood Condensation.

  "This is bad, these guards are all fourth-rank Blood Condensation and have agile movements and extremely fast speed, they will be able to catch up to me soon."

  Yang Yi took down the Moonfall Bow from his back, and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He drew the bow, nocked an arrow, and in an instant shot out three consecutive shots.

  "Whoosh whoosh whoosh"

  The sharp whistling sound of these three long arrows made the faces of those guards change, and the power contained in these long arrows reached the level of Congxue Fourth Heavy, even they had to temporarily avoid the edge.

  Just this delay, and Yang Yi's figure had become increasingly distant.

  Jin Yang's face turned gloomy as he gazed at the three corpses on the ground, his eyes almost spewing out flames with rage. He gritted his teeth and said, "Get after him! I must catch that little brat, humph! Daring to steal from the Jin Yang Manor, this is seeking death!"

  "Whoosh"

  The guards immediately displayed their agility and quickly chased after Yang Yi.

  Yang's face was gloomy, he desperately sprinted forward, mobilizing all the blood power in his body, moving like the wind, like a whirlwind, rushing through the alleys of the entire Golden City.

  Behind him, only one guard was able to keep up, and this guard seemed to have mastered a certain martial art, his movements extremely agile and fast, no matter how Yang Yi escaped, he couldn't shake him off.

  "Little one, you can't escape! Hand over the Huálóng Lǐng obediently, otherwise, if you provoke the master of the mansion to anger, you will die an even more miserable death!" The guard behind shouted while chasing.

  Whoosh

  In an instant, Yang Yi's body suddenly stopped abruptly, which shocked the guards behind him, and they also stopped in a hurry, vigilantly looking around.

  Yang Yi turned around, sneering: "Die even more miserably? Humph, give the Huálóng Lǐng to you, I'll also die. When the time comes, whether it's a difficult death or an easy one, what's the use? However, since you dare to chase up, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

  Yang instantly drew his longbow, and three arrows shot towards the guards in an instant. The sharp breaking sound made people feel the terrifying power contained in these three arrows, which was no less than that of a master with four layers of condensed blood.

  The guard's eyes flashed with a killer intent, and his entire body was as light as a feather, easily dodging the long arrow.

  "Kid, don't think that just because you have a good bow, you can take on the Congealed Blood Quartet. Let me tell you, the difference in levels is like heaven and earth, it's a matter of life and death!"

  The guard's entire body drew out a strange step, and the power around him surged up, making the air "hiss" with a terrifying force.

  Yang Yi remained still, and only when the opponent approached within a yard of himself did a sly smile appear at the corner of his mouth.

  He spent several months in the mountains, mastering the first layer of Xianpin Wujiquan and the first four layers of binding techniques. Although he couldn't exert his extremely strong power due to his limited cultivation, dealing with those at the third level of Blood Condensation was as easy as killing chickens or dogs. Even against a fourth-level Blood Condensation expert, Yang could still gain the upper hand if he launched a surprise attack.

  So when the guard approached Yang Yi within a foot, Yang Yi stretched out his finger and instantly shot two drops of blood from his fingertips. Yang Yi shouted: "Binding technique, kill!"

  Two drops of fresh blood were consumed instantly, a binding force acted on the guard's body in an instant, immediately restricting the guard's speed, and the entire person's shadow was as slow as a snail.

  The guard immediately felt something was wrong and almost shouted: "Magic?"

  "It's too late now, Nine Palace Illusion, kill!"

  Yang Yi let out a cold laugh, his body didn't stop for a moment, and he immediately displayed the Xianpin Wujiquan, slightly shaking, and turned into two Yang Yis, exactly the same, impossible to distinguish.

  Two Yang Yis quickly rushed towards the slow-moving guards who were bound by the binding technique.

  The guard's eyes flashed with a hint of panic, but he was ultimately a master of the Fourfold Blood Condensation, absolutely not someone that the unpredictable Yang could compare to. His entire body's blood vessels surged with power, almost breaking free from the binding technique's restraints. His hands were like swimming dragons, both left and right welcoming the two Yangs.

  Bang

  A dull thud, Yang Yi's shadow disappeared in an instant, his face slightly pale. Just now, he had a hard palm-to-palm confrontation with this guard, although the guard was hastily responding and only exerted seven or eight layers of strength, but its powerful force was still not something that Yang Yi could match. His five internal organs were shaken by the guard, his blood churned, and he had already taken a small disadvantage.

  The guard burst out laughing: "Haha, petty tricks, kid. Once I capture you, I'll make sure you thoroughly enjoy the taste of pain."

  Yang Yi slightly raised his hands, and his hands seemed to be shrouded in a faint green mist.

  The guard's face changed, he looked down at his hand and found that it had quickly rotted, his body convulsing, his life force rapidly draining away. With a loud "boom" he fell to the ground, struggling to say: "Poison... poison..."

  Yang Yi walked over and found that the guard had died from poisoning. His eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly, and he also felt a pang of fear in his heart.

  "What a formidable poison, it can kill even the strongest Blood Condensation Fourth Stage cultivator in just a few breaths. No wonder this unpredictable and cunning person can act so recklessly and achieve success everywhere!"

  Yang Yi's eyes condensed slightly, and he immediately walked towards the guard's corpse. In an instant, he sucked out four drops of crimson essence from the corpse and stored them in a jade bottle. Then, with a few swift movements, he vanished without a trace.

  Before long, Jin Yang and the others arrived, saw the guards' corpses on the ground almost rotten, their faces changed, and they muttered: "What a fierce poison!"

  "Young master, I'm afraid we've failed. That person can't be found!" Another guard said with his head lowered.

  "Hmph, you scoundrel! Return to the manor, I will personally report this to my father. This person is still in the city, no one is allowed to leave. I want to see where he can escape to?"

  Jin Yang's eyes were filled with a cold and ruthless murderous intent.