Chapter 016: Martial Will

"Fight, fight!" An ancient and weathered voice slowly exploded. Yang Tian's eyes, on the verge of unconsciousness, suddenly snapped open. A surging battle intent assaulted his spirit. As the voice grew louder, Yang Tian's eyes turned crimson, and an unyielding will soared into the sky.

"Fight!" Yang Tian suddenly roared to the heavens. His black hair danced wildly, his gaze flashed like lightning, and his entire body's energy swelled. An invisible battle intent spread, draining the very colors from the world.

His martial will was sublimating. Yang Tian felt as if he had transformed into a giant. The overwhelming battle intent continuously eroded his mind. He wanted to fight across the eight wastelands, his martial will rapidly transforming.

The disdainful faces of several nearby onlookers slowly froze. This astonishing battle intent oppressed them, making it difficult to breathe. The blood and qi within their bodies could not coalesce for a moment, and boundless panic rose in their hearts.

"What incredible battle intent! What kind of encounter did this kid have?" Wang Feng's face changed drastically. Even his own martial will was shaken by this battle intent. Yang Tian before him seemed like an unattainable giant, and a sense of palpitation arose spontaneously.

"Old dog, did you enjoy beating me?" Yang Tian lifted his head, his sharp gaze sweeping over Wang Feng's stunned face. He suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed Wang Feng's arm.

"Die!" Yang Tian roared repeatedly, his full fury supporting his weary body. He swung the arm in his hand through the air and slammed it violently against the ground.

"Bang! Bang!" Yang Tian's speed was too fast. He continuously swung the arm and smashed it into the ground. Amidst the loud noises, miserable screams exploded one after another.

Dust and smoke rose, and blood blossoms bloomed in the air.

"So ruthless." A chill rose in the hearts of several disciples of the Star Martial Arts Hall. The deep fear in their eyes was utterly unconcealed. Such a degree of ruthlessness made them unable to muster any fighting spirit.

"Stop him, stop him!" Wang Xing was greatly alarmed and roared repeatedly. But he quickly reacted. He leaped up, his foot sharp with wind, and struck down at Yang Tian's body.

"Crack, crack!" Yang Tian took the blow head-on and continued swinging his arm. Bones in his body cracked one after another, and blood seeped out continuously. He was soon dyed into a blood man, showing how much damage he was enduring.

"Bastard, kill him, kill him!" Wang Feng's aged face twisted in agony. Heart-wrenching pain assaulted his mind. All the bones in Wang Feng's thigh were broken.

The rapid turn of events made him uncomfortable, and Wang Feng's mind grew increasingly dim.

"Old dog, go to hell." Yang Tian flung Wang Feng's body into the air and pursued it. Under Wang Feng's terrified gaze, Yang Tian punched his head, exploding it. Blood and white matter bloomed in the air.

"Bang!" Amidst the rain of blood, the headless corpse fell. The vitality within Wang Feng's body rapidly dissipated, and blood quickly stained the earth.

"The vice-captain is dead."

After a moment, the group of Star Martial Arts Hall disciples reacted, all stunned and speechless. Looking at the headless corpse on the ground, their legs trembled uncontrollably. Fifteen disciples had surrounded Yang Tian, yet the vice-captain was dead while they remained unscathed. They dared not imagine the punishment they would face.

"Bang!" A whip kick struck Wang Feng's abdomen. His body slid toward Wang Xing, carving a long bloody trench in the ground.

"Uncle is dead. What do we do? What do we do?…" Gazing at Wang Feng's corpse in fear, Wang Xing shook his head violently and collapsed to the ground.

"Yang Tian… Yang Tian must die!" Wang Xing suddenly roared. Wang Feng was the second strongest in the martial arts hall and was about to break through to the half-step martial artist realm. With Wang Feng dead, the prestige of the Dragon Star Martial Arts Hall in Kuangyun City would plummet, likely reducing it to a second-rate hall.

When his gaze moved forward, he found no trace of anyone.

"Bastard, chase him! We must kill him, we must kill him!" Wang Xing's eyes were about to split, his handsome face twisted beyond recognition. His gaze fell on the bloodstained path. As his roar faded, his figure leaped up and chased forward.

"What are you standing there for? Chase!" Seeing Wang Xing disappear madly before him, the leading big man snapped out of it and hurriedly roared, then pursued ahead.

"Slap… slap…"

Endless pursuit descended. Yang Tian moved through the grass. Though he was nearly spent, his spiritual sense was exceptionally sharp. Carefully avoiding the territories of fierce beasts, he ran deeper into the jungle.

The Beast Mountain Range stretched for a hundred li, an endless sea of green. It was nearly dusk, and the beasts that rested during the day emerged to hunt. Their roars exploded continuously.

In a rocky area full of potholes, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded. The camera zoomed in, and a staggering figure came running, coughing up blood.

Blood trickled from his body. Yang Tian's face was pale and bloodless. Dozens of shocking blood holes on his body were terrifying. Beneath the nearly fading divine light was a chilling determination.

After running continuously for an hour, the vitality within Yang Tian grew weaker. His blood and qi were nearly depleted. Without timely treatment, he might suffer lasting damage.

Splash, splash!

The sound of flowing water suddenly arose. Yang Tian's gaze fell upon a small river. He thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

Bloodstains marked the path.

Wang Xing would surely follow the blood trail. Yang Tian had no time to waste. In terms of stamina, Yang Tian, severely injured, was no match for Wang Xing. He might be caught at any moment.

A blazing will to survive burst in Yang Tian's eyes. He continuously squeezed the power from his body. The nearly dissipated blood and qi seeped out bit by bit. Yang Tian ran with great strides.

Splash!

Coughing blood all the way, Yang Tian leaped into the small river and drifted downstream with the current. Feeling the world spinning before him, Yang Tian smiled bitterly. The healing pills he had were all used up during the run.

"Father, mother, foster father, big brother, whether I live today depends on fate." With that, Yang Tian's last trace of consciousness sank into slumber. He drifted with the current and was soon swept away.

About half an hour later, Wang Xing and his group looked gloomily at the flowing stream. Yang Tian's blood trail had vanished without a trace here.

Wang Xing rushed to the riverbank, his solemn gaze fixed on the remaining bloodstains on the shore. He rubbed his hands nervously, suddenly feeling a premonition that Yang Tian would return.

"A-Long, take some men and search along the bank. You must catch him. Remember, alive if possible, dead if not." Wang Xing turned back, looked at the group before him, and shouted coldly.

"Yes, young master." The big man called A-Long cupped his hands, then waved his arm. Several figures followed the river to search.

"We must find him." Wang Xing pounded the tree, panic surging on his face. Wang Feng had a very close relationship with his father. Returning to the clan would surely incur immense wrath.