Chapter 434: Yuan Xia Makes Her Move!

The young man, utterly holy and pure, was ruthless and terrifying in cultivation, leaving Yang Tian with no room to fight back.

"Cough, cough..." Yang Tian coughed up blood profusely. This was a life-and-death crisis. Despite his terrifying physical body, he was severely wounded, blood streaming from his entire body.

"In all these years, you are the first to anger me." He looked up at Yang Tian, a cold killing intent in his eyes, but deep within, there was a hint of surprise.

He knew clearly how powerful his attacks were; even a War Emperor would have their body shattered, but Yang Tian's condition surprised him greatly.

Although Yang Tian's injuries were severe, he was far from death, and his wounded body was recovering at an astonishing rate, swelling rapidly!

"I really can't let you live, or you'll be a disaster..." The holy young man smiled slightly, a chilling killing intent spreading across his face, utterly inconsistent with his aura.

Boom! The few behind him struck wildly, their surging airwaves rolling out like tides, slamming heavily into the young man's back.

When the powerful assault reached within ten zhang of the young man, it was cut off by a pitch-black light screen. Another figure walked over, his gaze icy and his power terrifyingly strong.

Yang Tian's injury shocked many. Was this invincible figure of the Eastern Continent going to die at the hands of the demon race?

"How could this be..." Yun'er's body was restrained. She felt utterly powerless, looking at the youth lying on the ground, her eyes brimming with tears.

"He'll be fine... He'll be fine..." Qing Yuan prayed silently, his hands clenched tightly, his face pale. Even if he charged down, it would only cause more trouble and wouldn't help Yang Tian.

"Haha... That little bastard is going to die, die!" Gu Lingyun screamed inwardly, almost shouting out loud. She harbored a deep hatred for Yang Tian, who had ruined her reputation and allowed even juniors to insult her dignity.

In the void, Yang Xiao's expression was grim. Long Yang had gone berserk, desperately blocking Yang Xiao's advance, even burning his own origin. He knew what punishment he would face if Yang Xiao charged down.

"Alas... Must I use a forbidden technique..." Yang Xiao sighed. His soul body was growing weaker and weaker, and he was extremely worried. Although Li Qi was suppressed, he was about to break through the formation.

Bang! A heavy blow struck Yang Tian's back. His body flew into the air, blood spurting from his mouth and nose. The injuries that had begun to heal split open again, worsening several times over.

"Damn it..." Yang Tian staggered to his feet. His body suddenly trembled, and an extremely vigorous life force surged into the sky. A torrent of blood energy washed over him, and his split body healed once more.

"I want to see how much origin you can consume..." That figure grew more interested in Yang Tian. To have cultivated his physical body to such strength was extremely rare across the entire continent, even unprecedented throughout history!

"Why don't you find out?" Yang Tian grinned, revealing a fierce killing intent. At the same time, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

"I hope she'll make a move, otherwise, if I trigger the forbidden technique from the Dao Scripture, it won't be easy to recover..." He laughed bitterly to himself. Some time ago, while studying the Dao Scripture, he had obtained a forbidden technique, but the cost was extremely high!

"Still talking tough at death's door. Very well!" The young man's face darkened. As a peerless genius, no one had ever spoken to him like this.

Boom! This time, he held nothing back. A dormant wave of air slammed into Yang Tian's chest, accompanied by the dense sound of cracking bones. His body was sent flying instantly.

"Pfft, pfft..." He coughed up blood heavily, his internal organs nearly split apart. Fortunately, his soul was suppressed by a divine object and remained undisturbed.

"Rumble!" The young man did not stop. A terrifying wave that shook heaven and earth split the sky and suddenly shot toward Yang Tian.

Seeing this, Yang Tian smiled bitterly: "Still not making a move..."

Yang Ba's eyes were nearly bursting, emitting a beastly low growl. Qing Yuan's body trembled, his entire arm shaking. Meng Yunxi suddenly stood up, her chest heaving violently.

Just then, a woman in white appeared, like an immortal, her peerless face veiled. Her jade-like palm struck through the air, sending five-colored divine light flying, instantly cutting off the attack.

The sudden appearance of the woman drew everyone's gaze. Her ethereal figure seemed familiar to some, especially the five-colored energy, which left a deep impression.

"It's big sister..." The two black-robed figures, the smaller one muttered, looking somewhat surprised.

"How could it be her? What is her relationship with Yang Tian? Why does she help him time and again?" The person beside him clicked his tongue, unable to help speaking, even more surprised than the smaller black-robed figure.

"Her strength seems to have improved quite quickly..." He murmured, sensing Yuan Xia's cultivation, now even more unfathomable, faintly detecting a hint of pressure.

"It's her, Yuan Xia..." Yun'er's big eyes flickered, the mist散去, her gaze extremely complex, with a trace of dejection. Counting this time, it was already the third time she had made a powerful move!

"It should be fine now... Fine..." Qing Yuan's lips moved, and he exchanged a glance with Shangguan Hao. Both sat down.

"What a powerful woman. I can't see through her?" Xiao Ji and the fatty exchanged glances, both shocked. Apart from Yang Tian and the figure in the void, she was the third person they couldn't fathom.

"Who is that bitch?" Gu Lingyun's trembling hand stopped. She looked at the woman in white, a maddening jealousy rising in her eyes, and a venomous voice slowly echoed in her heart.

Looking at the woman before him, Yang Tian was briefly stunned before recovering. He grinned and couldn't help saying, "You're here..."

Hearing this, Yuan Xia's brows furrowed slightly. Her expression was hidden behind the veil, but she spat, "I said I would kill you with my own hands."

Yang Tian grinned, chuckling without saying much. He had long sensed Yuan Xia's presence; his bloodline was the most powerful sensor.

A special bond had formed between them. Yang Xiao couldn't explain it either, but within a certain range, their bloodlines would sense each other.

At this moment, the holy young man looked at the woman with an extraordinary aura before him, his lips dry. He had never seen a woman with such a temperament in his life.

She could be called perfect, like a celestial maiden, captivating and making one want to lift her veil.

"Fair lady, may I ask your name?" He spoke, appearing gentle and refined, surrounded by holiness, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor.

"You are a divine son of the Divine Palace, I presume. I wonder how many divine sons your Demon God Hall has?" Yuan Xia's beautiful eyes showed no ripples, her calm voice spreading across the scene.

This sudden remark left most people exchanging bewildered glances, unable to understand.

But the gentle and refined young man's face darkened, then shifted back just as quickly, and he smiled, "Fair lady, I'm sorry, but that I cannot disclose."

"The demon race has been barely surviving for hundreds of thousands of years. I wonder if the Demon Origin Land has been cut off?" Yuan Xia's aura was transcendent, like an orchid in an empty valley. She said calmly, "Your so-called Demon Lord should still be suppressed, right? I wonder how much of his origin remains?"

"Who are you?!" That figure could no longer hide his shock. His face suddenly turned cold, and he barked.

"Are you collecting divine blood across the continent to revive the Demon Lord?" Yuan Xia smiled slightly and asked.