Chapter Sixty: The Talisman Appears, Golden Scissors Slash Through the Air

  The sword light flashed, the blood flew, one by one, the Yuan family's children fell under Yi Chu's long sword. The flashing sword light of Yi Chu was like a killing god, galloping horizontally in the crowd.

  Yuan Jianlong's Mountain-Shaking Fist was impressive, but with only a 7th-grade cultivation level, he couldn't withstand Yi Chu's attack at all. Watching his sons and grandsons fall one by one under Yi Chu's long sword, Yuan Jianlong's head was about to explode!

  It's all in! At this critical moment, there is no other choice but to go all out! In the instant he retreated after clapping his palms together, he took out a delicate crystal ball from his waist. The crystal ball was like jade, shimmering with a brilliant light.

  "Little kid, today I'm going to make you pay back in blood!" As Yuan Jianlong spoke, he forcefully smashed the long ball onto the ground. But what Yuan Jianlong's round ball smashed wasn't Yi Chu, but the earth itself.

  "A boom", a strange and loud noise. It came from the spherical object. With this loud noise, the spherical object that had made Yi Chu cautious for three parts, shattered into pieces on the ground. Nothing was revealed from the spherical object. Not only Yi Chu, but also the people of the Yuan family, were all stunned at this moment. They were shocked because their own old master would actually use such a childish thing.

  Yi Chu sneered and with a swing of his long sword, a young man dancing with a giant axe instantly fell to the ground. Just as he was about to shake off his sword for another battle, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from the backyard of the Yuan family!

  The momentum was like a mountain, only for an instant, the entire Yuan family was shrouded in this momentum. In the moment this momentum appeared, a hint of a triumphant smile emerged on Yuan Jianlong's face.

  "Little one, my big brother is coming out of prison, this time you're dead for sure!" Yuan Jianlong said as he waved his hand at the few remaining descendants.

  A figure, like a long rainbow, came straight from the horizon. In the instant he rushed forward, his aura and body perfectly merged! The entire atmosphere seemed to be controlled by him. A majestic and powerful energy burst forth from his body.

  "What's going on here?" The newcomer was an old man who was even more imposing than Yuan Jianlong, looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, and asked in a deep voice.

  "Big brother, our family has encountered a powerful enemy. This kid has killed nearly half of our descendants. I'm incompetent, so please big brother, take action." Yuan Jianlong quickly came to the man's front and replied with great pain.

  The old man looked at Yi Chu and said lightly: "Dare to kill my family, die!"

  In his courtyard, Yi Chu was like an ant that could be crushed by him at will. He saw his palm move, a yellow energy, wrapped in overwhelming momentum, rushing straight towards Yi Chu!

  Eight powerful men, divine power born, at the moment this old man appeared, Yi Chu had determined the old man's cultivation. Facing the old man who came up with a palm, Yi Chu sneered and grabbed his empty hand towards the void, the demonic cloud's great grasping force, the demonic claw drew out a red powerful energy, directly towards the old man's palm!

  "Boom", two forces collided in mid-air, the intense force of the collision shook the entire Yuan family compound!

  "Clang, clang, clang," Yi Chu and the old man simultaneously retreated three steps.

  "An Eighth-Grade cultivator, you are an Eighth-Grade cultivator!" The old man gazed at Yi Chu with a face full of murderous intent and suddenly shouted in a low voice. At this moment, his eyes were filled with shock, he had not expected that the young man in front of him was actually an Eighth-Grade cultivator who was in no way inferior to himself.

  The four words that came out of the old man's mouth made Yuan Jianlong and the surviving members of the Yuan family change their expressions. When Yi Chu killed their family members, they thought he was just a seventh-grade peak, but now this young killing god turned out to be an eighth-grade strongman.

  Unlike the shock of the Yuan family, Li Yinglin and Li Yingqiong's faces were filled with comfort. Yi Chu was actually that legendary eighth-grade strongman, with him around, their own grudges and all troubles didn't need to be worried about anymore. In their minds, an eighth-grade strongman was already an invincible god-like existence.

  "Aren't you also a eighth-rank?" Yi Chu smiled faintly at the old man, saying it lightly. He seemed to not care about the old man being an eighth-rank at all. And Yi Chu's careless attitude made the old man feel even chillier!

  If he were an ordinary eighth-rank strongman, the old man would not be willing to make an enemy of him, but nor would he be afraid. However, Yi Chu was really too young, so young that it made the old man's heart feel uneasy. For such a young eighth-rank strongman, what kind of power should he have backing him? Thinking about those rumors he had heard, a chill rose up from his heart.

  The old man looked at the dozen or so corpses lying horizontally and vertically on the ground again, and suddenly seemed to have made up his mind. He said word by word: "Sir, what deep hatred does my Yuan family have with you that makes you take such ruthless action?"

  "Deep hatred, there's no need to drag this out any longer." As he spoke, Yi Chu let out a cold laugh and with a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand moved swiftly, unleashing a flurry of red-edged blades that shot straight at the old man's vital points! The Shadow Splitting Sword Technique allowed Yi Chu to momentarily split into two.

  "One Fist Breaks the Mountain!" The white-haired old man watched as Yi Chu's attack suddenly arrived, and with a swing of his fist, the earthy yellow fist energy instantly gathered together, rushing straight at Yi Chu's long sword.

  "Hong", the long sword and fist collided together. Yi Chu and the old man of the Yuan family shook simultaneously, but at this moment, the old man's palm was constantly dripping with bright red blood.

  Yi Chu wore a green robe, standing proudly with his long sword hanging down, and the tip of the sword was dripping with blood. At this moment, anyone could see that this suddenly appearing strong man from the Yuan family had already been at a disadvantage.

  "Alright, alright, young man! I didn't expect that today you would make me suffer such a great loss. You killed so many of my family's descendants and still don't want to let up. Today, even if it means risking my life, I, Yuan Jianmong, will make sure to keep you here!" As he spoke, the white-haired old man Yuan Jianmong suddenly had a yellow talisman appear in his hand.

  "The Sacrifice", with a low shout from Yuan Jianmong, the talisman flew out of his hand quickly. In the endless glow, a golden pair of scissors, as big as one zhang, burst forth with a fierce killing intent!

  At the moment the scissors flew out, Yi Chu felt that his body was as if being fixed by something, and it became extremely difficult to move even a little bit!

  "Little brat, today I will let you die under the power of my talisman and avenge my deceased children!"

  As they spoke, Yuan Jianmeng pointed at the talisman with one finger, and the scissors flew straight towards Yi Chu and cut past!