Chapter 190: Meeting Li Hongtao

Yang Tian paused for a moment, then dashed toward Zhenyao City like a whirlwind. A gust of wind swept past, his figure like a bolt of lightning, with wind whistling under his feet, as if a roc was gliding through the air.

With the Eight Desolations Carefree Step, Yang Tian's cultivation had greatly increased, and his speed could even rival that of a Rebirth expert. However, according to the explanation of the Eight Desolations Carefree Step, one needed to reach the War King realm to achieve minor success.

After running continuously for five days, Yang Tian's body suddenly halted. At that moment, he detected a familiar aura. A wave of doubt surged in his heart, and then his figure dashed toward that aura.

In the distance, a group of people were shouting and fighting. Eight people with gloomy faces, all of considerable cultivation, were led by a few whose cultivation was nearly at the peak of Rebirth. They were around twenty-one or twenty-two years old, a group of formidable youths.

Ahead of these eight people was a rather plump man. Dressed in white robes and holding a folding fan, despite his scholarly appearance, there was a hint of cunning on his face. He was running forward with great effort.

"Little bastards, come chase your grandpa! Grandpa has some good stuff here!" The fat man suddenly turned back, looked at the six behind him, and shouted loudly.

"Little bastard, stop right there! I'll grind your bones to dust!"

"Fatty, if you've got guts, don't run! I'll break your arms and legs!"

The group of eight was furious, cursing incessantly. They had been chasing the fat man for half a month, but he was extremely cunning. He had a treasure that could block detection for a short time, luring them all the way here.

"Haha, I just took a few glances at your ancestral graves, is that such a big deal? I didn't steal anything, you know. You two little girls, are you into me? Why chase me so hard?" The white-robed fat man wiggled his butt and said to two pretty girls.

"Pah! Look at yourself! How did a scumbag like you appear in the Eastern Continent?" One of the girls turned pale with anger and cursed directly.

"Haha, I'm not from the Eastern Continent anyway. If you keep chasing me, I'll have to kill you all. I don't go easy on women."

In the distance, Yang Tian was almost at the destination. When he heard the cursing, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth. Robbing ancestral graves—no wonder they were chasing him.

On the continent, few people dug up ancestral graves. Some powerful forces buried many burial objects, and some lone strongmen buried all their wealth in their coffins.

"I don't care if you're from the Eastern Continent or not. Offend the Ancient Li Clan, and you die!" A purple-robed youth shouted, roaring repeatedly, his face extremely gloomy.

"Ancient Li Clan!" Yang Tian's running body suddenly stopped. He murmured the words in his heart, one by one. At the same time, a cold killing intent surged forth, and his face instantly turned icy.

"What a small world..." Slowly suppressing the killing intent within him, Yang Tian leaped forward, his speed several times faster than before, and rushed toward the location ahead.

The fat youth shook his folding fan and laughed heartily: "Such big talk! A mere ancient clan dares to be so arrogant? One day, I'll dig up your ancestral graves!"

"You? Look at yourself in the mirror first!" The purple-robed youth shouted. He had been confined by his clan, locked up near the ancestral graves for almost a year. A few days ago, this fat man had loitered around their ancestral graves for half a day, eyeing them covetously.

He even managed to sneak in, but was detected by the formation. Otherwise, there would have been big trouble. The purple-robed youth had led the grave keepers in pursuit for half a month, and now they had reached the Ten Thousand Mountains.

"I'm handsome and charming, but I don't like men. What do you want?" The fat man pretended to be scared, speaking pitifully.

The group behind almost vomited. The fat man laughed, but the laughter didn't last long. He slowly stopped, looking warily at the figure rushing toward them from afar.

"Who is that? Such strong strength." Frowning, the fat man halted his run and looked at the approaching figure. When he sensed a familiar aura, he couldn't help but say, "Strange, why does he have Qin Shi's aura?"

When the fat man suddenly stopped, the six others also slowed down, afraid he might pull something. Their gazes also shifted to the figure rushing over from afar.

"Could they be accomplices?" One of the women frowned. For some reason, she had a bad feeling.

"Let's see first. There are eight of us, no need to fear him." The purple-robed youth waved his hand, seeming to have authority in the group, though he was the weakest...

Feeling a gaze on him, Yang Tian's eyes moved to the fat man. He frowned slightly, sensing a dangerous aura from him. He murmured inwardly, "Such strong strength. It seems many people from other continents have come to the Eastern Continent."

"Proficient in grave robbing—could he be a disciple of that lone strongman? Daring to rob the Ancient Li Clan's graves, that's no small courage." Looking at the youth, who was about the same build as Qing Yuan, Yang Tian couldn't help but click his tongue.

"You there, if you have nothing to do, please step aside. The Ancient Li Clan is handling business. It wouldn't be good to harm our relations." The purple-robed youth stepped forward and shouted. Compared to his usual arrogance, he had restrained himself, but still carried a domineering attitude.

Hearing this, Yang Tian's gaze shifted to the purple-robed youth. His expression froze for a moment, then turned interesting. At the same time, a bone-chilling coldness swirled in his eyes.

"Li Hongtao..." Yang Tian clenched his fist and smiled coldly, a trace of icy killing intent seeping out. Half a year ago, Li Qingxue had tried to kill him, and Li Ying had injured Yuan Xia. He couldn't forget that scene.

The purple-robed youth's face changed slightly. Being stared at by this ordinary-looking youth, he felt as if a great enemy was targeting him. Cold sweat broke out on his body, and his hair stood on end.

"Martial Artist Ninth Layer, heh..." Sensing Li Hongtao's cultivation, Yang Tian smiled, but beneath the smile was a clear intent to kill.

The four experts who were about to step into Rebirth frowned slightly. The person before them was unfathomably strong, and they sensed danger and hostility.

"Friend, I am a disciple of the Ancient Li Clan. Is there something you need?" Seeing Yang Tian approaching step by step, a handsome youth stepped forward and said slowly.

"I know you are disciples of the Ancient Li Clan." Hearing this, Yang Tian smiled and didn't stop walking.

"If you come any closer, I will have to attack." The seven suddenly stepped forward, their positions quite ingenious. Their auras seemed to connect, forming a natural whole.

"A formation?" Seeing this, Yang Tian frowned slightly. These seven were all strong, and if they formed a combined attack formation, they could even contend with a War King.

At that moment, the fat man suddenly walked up and said to Yang Tian, "Bro, this is the Seven Star Formation. Their combined attack can match a War King. You probably can't handle it."

"Indeed." Nodding at the fat man's reminder, Yang Tian then turned to him and smiled, "Interested in joining forces to take them down?"

"Of course! They've been chasing me for so long. I want to skin these little bastards alive. The women, I'll rape and kill." The fat man grinned viciously and said directly.

Their conversation reached the ears of the eight without missing a word. Their faces instantly turned cold, and the two women even lost their composure. They had fought the fat man several times and had no doubt about his strength. In one-on-one combat, no one was his match.

"How dare you! We are disciples of the Ancient Li Clan. If you don't want to die, I advise you to leave!" Li Hongtao was furious and shouted.

"Idiot..." The handsome youth glanced at Li Hongtao and cursed inwardly. But on the surface, he remained calm. The gap between them and the direct-line disciples was huge; they were not on the same level.

"Screw the Ancient Li Clan! Come and die, grandpas!" The fat man grinned viciously. A purple-bronze greatsword appeared in his hand, emitting extremely powerful fluctuations. The entire sword gave off an ancient aura, as if it had just been unearthed.

The fat man was ferocious. He charged forward, swinging his sword down from the air, sending out a brilliant purple light that seemed to split mountains and twist the void, sweeping across.

A surging wave of air rushed toward them like a terrifying tsunami, shattering rocks. It was extremely terrifying.

Li Hongtao's face turned ugly. He hid behind the others, not daring to show himself. His strength was too weak; the fat man could kill him with a single finger.

The seven looked solemn. They formed hand seals in unison, as if they had practiced for a long time. Energy from their bodies converged into the void, forming a cyan great seal that crashed toward the purple light.

"Boom, boom..." The two collided heavily, creating a terrifying wave of air that surged endlessly in the void like a tsunami, splitting clouds and rocks, sweeping across the world.

The fat man was extremely fierce. The purple-bronze sword clanged repeatedly, divine patterns soaring into the sky. He slashed dozens of purple lights, smashing fiercely toward their heads.

Whoosh! Yang Tian's figure flickered, appearing before them. His surging blood energy burst forth, shaking the void. Crimson light scattered everywhere as he threw a punch.

Seeing this, the seven crossed their bodies, continuously forming seals to stabilize the trembling void. One great seal after another was launched, smashing toward the two.

"What a strange formation." Their attacks were repeatedly blocked, and the group seemed to be stalling for time. Yang Tian frowned slightly, his figure appearing before the fat man.