Chapter 97 Smashed into Meat Patties (Part 2 of 6)

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  Yang Yi's face showed a look of terror, his whole body trembling with fear, as if he was intimidated by the overwhelming pressure of these three people.

  The three of them burst out laughing at Yang Yi's appearance: "Haha, don't worry, as long as you cooperate honestly and tell us about this star, we won't kill you. Instead, we'll give you a magical artifact. Do you know what that is? It's a magical artifact! I'm afraid you locals have never even seen one before, haha!"

  These three people were like monkeys playing tricks, not putting Yang Yi in their eyes at all. They were disciples of the Extreme Tao Sect, and even in the outside world, the Extreme Tao Sect was a large sect, especially now that it had swallowed up the entire starry sky, it was simply the overlord of the world. Any stars that dared to resist them were destroyed one by one. Disciples from such a sect being arrogant was nothing out of the ordinary.

  Yang Yi suddenly straightened his body, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes: "Oh? I don't have many artifacts. Looking at the three of you, you should also have some inventory. Hand them over to me!"

  Yang's entire body suddenly burst forth with an intense aura, the ninety-nine drops of essence blood in his heart shook violently, and a powerful pressure unmatched by any other descended upon these three people.

  The three of them suddenly stopped laughing, staring at Yang Yi in shock. Just a moment ago, he was still a gentle and weak sheep, but how did he suddenly turn into a fierce tiger, and an unstoppable one at that?

  "Knock knock knock"

  Yang Yi's heart shook every time, and his body's strength surged out, shaking the souls of the three.

  "Heavens! Who on earth is this person? He's not even a native, he's simply an aberration, a monster. He actually has ninety-nine drops of essence blood. We're not mistaken, are we?"

  Even the most arrogant men were stunned, staring blankly at Yang Yi.

  The leading man among the three shouted loudly: "What a fool, let's go quickly! This person is pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. He may not be from this star at all. Let's hurry and tell the elder."

  "Want to leave? All of you stay, Nine Palace Illusion!"

  Yang Yi let out a cold laugh, and just as the three of them were about to leave, they suddenly saw a flash before their eyes. To their surprise, several figures had appeared around them, all identical in appearance to Yang Yi - there were nine of them in total.

  "Die!"

  Yang smiled and knew that these three people were disciples of the Extreme Taoist Sect. He had already taken care of what Xuan San said in his heart, and he absolutely could not let these three people return alive.

  The power of ninety-nine drops of essence blood bursting out is simply unimaginable.

  It was as if the sky had collapsed and the world had come to an end, the howling power was like an invisible hand that grasped the throats of the three people, making it even hard for them to breathe.

  "Quickly return your hand, Extreme Tao Divine Fist, Burst!"

  These three are indeed much more powerful than the disciples in the Huánglóng Palace, and under such circumstances, Yang Yi suppressed them with absolute power, but these three still had the power to resist.

  When this ultimate way of fist is displayed, the surrounding void flashes with a majestic and arrogant will, as if to pursue the ultimate truth, bringing out the limits of human potential.

  But it was useless, Yang threw a plain punch and nine figures rushed past together.

  Boom

  The man on the left was blown away directly, his chest caved in, and he lost all signs of life, unable to even withstand a single round.

  "Crack"

  The man on the right was even more miserable, his arm was directly blown into a puddle of flesh, Yang's heart moved, and the shadow flew quickly, with both hands like two branding irons, slapping the man heavily.

  Bang Bang

  It was as if kneading a dough, the poor monk's head was gone, leaving only a pool of white brain matter, his limbs were snapped and crushed into his body. Yang stretched out his hands to the left and right, directly smashing this person into a thin meat patty, blood dripping, how terrifying.

  Only one person was left, Yang Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed the monk's arm, breaking it. He pinned one hand to his neck and slammed him into a meat pie, throwing him away. Coldly, he said: "How is it? Didn't you guys just call me a native? Didn't you laugh at me wantonly? Laugh now, you can laugh now."

  The remaining men were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, seeing the blood-soaked, battered monk, trembling all over, pointing at Yang Yi, terrified beyond words, stuttering: "Devil, you're a devil, no, devils aren't as terrifying as you, devils aren't as cruel as you..."

  Yang Yi picked up this cultivator, he was now too powerful, three strong Jindan masters were instantly killed two, and one more was like a cripple.

  "Heh heh, devil? I'm asking you a question, if I don't get the answer I want, then you'll know that devils can be cute too."

  Looking at Yang Yi's warm smile, the cultivators who were held in his hands almost went crazy. This smile in his eyes was simply the most terrifying smile under the sky, a devilish grin.

  "I... I said, you ask and I'll tell you everything I know." The man didn't dare not to answer, he would have liked to reveal all his romantic trysts.

  Yang Yi nodded in satisfaction and asked coldly: "Are you disciples of the Extreme Tao Sect?"

  "Yes, we are just outer sect disciples of the Extreme Dao Sect, and are the lowest level of existence within the Extreme Dao Sect. Only after successfully cultivating a Golden Elixir can one barely become an official disciple of the Extreme Dao Sect."

  "Are you really going to attack this star?"

  "No, this star is too small and too weak. Our Extreme Dao Sect wants to expand outward, so we must subjugate the sects on surrounding stars. Those who refuse to surrender will be killed. Our ultimate goal is to occupy the entire Tianhe Star Domain. The main opponent is still the Jiuding Sect. However, before attacking the Jiuding Sect, some small sects and factions around us need to be eliminated."

  Yang hesitated for a moment, his eyes flashing: "What about the strength of Huā Lóng Gōng and Tiān Yán Mén?"

  "Huálóng Palace and Tiānyán Gate are just ordinary small sects, not worth mentioning. As long as our Jídào Sect's great army arrives, they can be annihilated at any time."

  Yang Yi's mind was thoroughly clear, it seemed that what the mysterious person of the Upper Mystic Realm had said was true after all - the Huálóng Palace was just a small and insignificant sect in the starry sky outside.

  "When will you, the Extreme Tao Sect, arrive on this star?" This was also what Yang Yi was most concerned about.

  "This star is really too small, and there are no resources. The sect will not pay attention to it at all, just let us investigate it. It may take three to five thousand years, or it may only take a few hundred years, depending on the will of the sect, whether they really make up their minds to destroy the Jiuding Sect."

  "This man looked at Yang Yidao with a quivering gaze: 'I've already finished speaking, can I be let go now?'"

  "Alright, you can go now!"

  Yang stretched out his hand and slapped, instantly turning the person into a puddle of mud. He reached out and grabbed the spatial ring of the three of them, inside which were tens of millions of blood crystals and many elixirs, as well as several magical instruments.

  Such wealth and status are probably unmatched even by the shape-shifting elders of the Huā Lóng Palace, while outside in the starry sky, the super-large door faction is truly wealthy to the point of overflowing with riches, and even disciples who don't enter the mainstream can have such a thick fortune.

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