Chapter 051: Triple Sword Formation

Three figures rushed over, their gloomy gazes fixed on the broken secret chamber, where the treasures had been completely looted, leaving only some worthless items.

“Three people, and they’re quite strong. This is trouble.” Standing at the front, Yang Tian looked at the three figures charging toward him, his expression turning grave. These people were several times stronger than the ones he had just killed, and their emitted aura was very similar to those men, clearly from the same clan.

“Stop him!” Jiang Ling’s gaze locked onto the black-robed man. He abruptly halted his sprint, standing on the ground, his aura soaring to the heavens as fierce blood energy surged out, and he shouted.

“Kid, you’re pretty fast. You’ve taken all the treasures, haven’t you?” The woman smiled, but a trace of doubt flickered in her eyes. The outer illusion array hadn’t been disturbed, and she was very puzzled about how Yang Tian had gotten in.

“What do you mean by this?” Yang Tian’s solemn gaze swept over the three figures with fierce auras. He clenched his fists and shouted coldly. These people had formidable cultivation and rich vitality, marking them as disciples of a major clan. Yang Tian dared not be careless.

“What do we mean?” Jiang Yuan sneered coldly. “Kid, you killed our Jiang family men, and now you ask us what we mean? Hand over the treasures from the cave, and I might spare your life.”

“Oh, so you’re in league with those two bandits. No wonder you’re so domineering.” Yang Tian scratched his head and suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

“Bandits?” Jiang Yuan’s face darkened. His cold, sharp gaze fixed on Yang Tian. The prestigious Jiang family, with a certain status in the Eastern Continent, being called bandits?

“Friend.” Jiang Ling stepped forward, his solemn gaze on Yang Tian, and said with a faint smile, “This cave was originally discovered by our clan. If you just hand over the treasures inside, we’ll let bygones be bygones.”

“Young clan leader, this…” Jiang Yuan’s expression shifted slightly.

“What? My words don’t count?” Jiang Ling glanced at Jiang Yuan. He was wary of the black-robed man, who had managed to enter the illusion array silently—no ordinary person. Moreover, he could vaguely sense a deadly threat from Yang Tian.

“If you want the treasures, come and get them yourselves if you can.” Yang Tian sneered, his vigilant gaze constantly sweeping over the golden greatsword. He knew that even if he handed over the treasures, he couldn’t escape the attack of the golden greatsword.

“Attack!” Without any hesitation, Jiang Ling shouted. Three figures surged toward Yang Tian. Their three pairs of hands instantly turned jade-like, sparkling like precious gems, with fierce palm winds howling as they struck out.

Yang Tian’s expression turned serious. Dozens of light blades suddenly appeared in his palm, their sharp energy continuously rising. The blades rapidly expanded, and Yang Tian struck out with a palm from midair, transforming into dozens of massive light shadows that clashed with the three fearsome figures.

“Boom, boom, boom!” Ear-splitting explosions resounded through the cave. Stone chips flew everywhere, forming a small storm. Yang Tian’s body was pushed back dozens of steps before he finally steadied himself.

“Not a low-level martial technique.” He looked at the three pairs of jade-like hands that had not yet reverted. If not for his strong physique, that palm strike alone would have been enough to trouble him.

“So strong!” Jiang Ling and the other two exchanged glances. Their palms were numbed by the force of the previous palm strike. The Jade Cicada Hand was a Xuan-grade mid-level martial technique, and even with their full power, even a martial artist would not dare underestimate it.

"Slap, slap..." Yang Tian did not hesitate in the slightest. His palm clenched abruptly, and his aura surged skyward step by step. Days of recuperation had nearly suppressed his fiery heart to the extreme—this was not in line with his nature; he needed the baptism of battle.

"Come, fight!" With a loud roar, his terrifying blood energy was fully released. Yang Tian was like a furnace, a river of blood floating above his head, faintly accompanied by howling winds. The scorching blood energy nearly melted the rocks.

Bang bang! A red hue spread, and the vacuum twisted incessantly. Yang Tian's entire body turned into a weapon—hands, shoulders, feet—striking madly. The Wind-Splitting Palm continuously sliced through layers of vacuum, hacking toward the three figures.

Dazzling rays interwove constantly. Faced with Yang Tian's frenzied assault, the three figures kept retreating, their bodies numbed from the shocks. They cast ugly glances at Yang Tian's physique, sensing a fierce, tremendous force.

Boom boom! Yang Tian unleashed three consecutive punches, each ferocious beyond measure. The river of blood trembled repeatedly, and with extreme speed, he struck their palms, sending the three figures staggering back several steps.

"Such a formidable physical body—which clan's disciple is this brat?" Steadying himself, Jiang Ling's face turned cold. As soon as his Jade Cicada Hand touched Yang Tian's body, it was torn apart by a burst of energy.

"Let's toy with him first. You two hold him off; I'll use the Earth-Shaking Seal. I want to see how strong his body really is." Jiang Ling shouted coldly. On his palm, several arcs of light suddenly surged, and the terrifying blood energy within him roared forth.

Jiang Ling's fingers instantly danced through the void. In their motion, they shifted in a thousand ways, dizzying to behold, like a riot of heavenly blossoms, gradually solidifying into a small seal. The energy contained within was astonishing, and the vacuum twisted violently.

"This fluctuation—it should be a high-level martial technique, right?" Yang Tian's expression was cold. His fists continuously pounded against the two figures, while his furtive gaze swept over the three golden greatswords. If his guess was correct, these three golden greatswords had reached the peak of Mysterious Artifacts. The trio's killing move likely lay in the greatswords, but they had yet to use them.

"Brat, let's see how tough your body is." A small azure-green seal compressed the vacuum, causing continuous explosive sounds. The entire cave turned azure-green, and fierce energy currents swept out. Even Yang Tian could not help but be startled by this formidable fluctuation.

"To take my life, you're not qualified yet." Yang Tian sneered, and his body instantly retreated.

The river of blood floated above his head, its scorching temperature rising continuously. A small sun slowly rose from the blood river, appearing above Yang Tian's head, as the energy in the blood river poured into it.

This was a technique he had recently studied—a simplified version of the sun, which consumed less blood energy.

Scorching waves of fire continuously swept forward, causing the air to crackle and pop. Even the blood energy within their bodies stagnated slightly. Gazing at the sun floating above Yang Tian's head, even the three of them, working together, could not help but feel alarmed.

"What martial technique is this brat using?" Jiang Ling's face turned ugly. In one-on-one combat, he was no match for Yang Tian and would likely be slain.

"Attack!" With a cold shout, Jiang Ling's palm clenched. The small azure-green seal seemed to gain intelligence, drawing upon the surrounding ancient energy. In an instant, it shot across the sky, crashing down toward Yang Tian with devastating force.

Yang Tian sneered. The great sun revolved in the void, and a matching aura burst forth. Surging energy roared out, colliding head-on with the azure-green seal.

Boom! The earth-shattering collision resounded through heaven and earth. The surrounding walls cracked with dense fissures, and the entire cave was filled with countless stone chips. The intersecting rays and residual energy from the blast sheared off several massive rocks from the cave's ceiling.

Boom! At this moment, the small green seal that was shaking down on Yang Tian suddenly trembled, and several crimson rays pierced through layers of green light, bringing with them countless sonic booms. The crimson rays shook the heavens, continuously penetrating the small green seal.

"It's blocked." His horrified gaze was fixed on the small green seal. Although the Trembling Seal was a remnant imprint, its power was formidable. Even if his cultivation was not up to par, it was enough to rival peak martial skills.

"What is this?" His pupils suddenly contracted, and Jiang Ling's face changed drastically. Staring at the crimson light seeping through the green sea, he exclaimed, "Fall back!"

"Too late." With a cold laugh, the energy in the river of blood continuously poured into the blazing sun. The crimson blood energy surged, directly shaking the small green seal apart. In the span of a breath, the blazing sun streaked through layers of vacuum, surging toward the three figures retreating ahead.

As the scorching heat approached, the three figures slowed down. Jiang Ling's body suddenly halted, and his hand clenched. The golden greatsword standing in the distance hummed and then transformed into a dazzling golden light, slashing toward the blazing sun.

Boom! The golden light was extremely dazzling, and the sharp aura cut through the vacuum, ferociously slicing the blazing sun in two in midair.

"Not bad." Seeing this, Yang Tian's expression changed slightly, then he sneered coldly and stomped his foot.

"Explode!"

The explosive shout rang out. The blazing sun, cut in two, suddenly surged. Under Jiang Ling's terrified gaze, the blazing sun burst open like a scattering of flowers, and countless waves of fire shot toward the figures ahead.

"Not good." Jiang Ling's face changed drastically. His thoughts shifted rapidly, and a golden battle suit abruptly appeared on his body, wrapping his entire form.

"Sizzle." As the fire waves surged over his body, the golden battle suit suddenly emitted ten thousand golden rays, blocking the fire waves. But under this force, his body was instantly sent flying backward.

"Pfft." Landing ten zhang away, Jiang Ling's body trembled violently. A flush of red surged to his face, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Bastard." Cursing under his breath, Jiang Ling's face was extremely gloomy. He hadn't even seen the black-robed man's face before being injured, and he was certain that the black-robed man was definitely not from a major sect—he had never heard of such martial skills.

"Bang, bang..." A black shadow flashed by at extreme speed. Jiang Ling was greatly alarmed, but it was too late. Yang Tian kicked him in the chest, and the sound of bones breaking suddenly exploded.

"Not good." Seeing Jiang Ling's body sent flying, Jiang Yuan and the other shouted, their bodies instantly closing in. Their jade-like palms struck toward Yang Tian.

Bang! Bang! Yang Tian remained unmoved, continuously throwing two punches. Crimson blood energy churned through the vacuum, and two fist imprints instantly formed, shaking the two figures back several steps in midair.

"Cough, cough." Jiang Ling coughed blood, his venomous gaze fixed on Yang Tian. As the young patriarch of the Jiang family, he had never suffered such a loss.

"Draw your swords!" Watching Yang Tian's ferocious appearance, Jiang Yuan shouted to the woman beside him. The other two longswords flew to their hands at extreme speed.

"Going for their ultimate move?" Gazing at their movements, Yang Tian took a deep breath, his entire body wrapped in crimson blood energy. Facing peak-grade profound weapons, his physical body couldn't withstand them.

Hum! The golden greatsword hummed, the divine might within it continuously erupting. The sharp aura constantly cut through the vacuum, directly forming three zhang-long sword auras before Yang Tian, their fierce momentum spreading.

"Looks like they want to kill me in one move." Watching the three's cold smiles, Yang Tian shrugged, but his expression gradually turned serious. Even at this distance, several slits had appeared on his black robe, showing the ferocity of the sword light.

"Die!" With an angry shout, the dazzling sword light suddenly leaped through the void, slashing toward Yang Tian's entire body at extreme speed.

"Ha!" With a deep shout, Yang Tian quickly executed the nameless fist technique. In the vacuum ahead, he threw punches at extreme speed. The rainbow-like blood energy burst forth, and a momentum quietly appeared, enveloping this realm.

"Sizzle." The sword light suddenly slowed down a bit. The binding force continuously weakened the sword aura's power, and dozens of fist imprints around Yang Tian suddenly shot out.

Boom! The fist momentum shook the heavens. The three's expressions changed slightly. They frantically poured blood energy into the golden greatsword. As the sharp aura became more fierce, the sealed void was directly shattered. Three weakened sword auras vibrated and struck Yang Tian.

The crimson light shield around him was cut open. A sense of crisis descended upon his entire body. Yang Tian's gaze turned cold and sharp.

"Shake!" As he spoke, the river of blood energy surged and violently trembled, as if to shake heaven and earth, binding the three sword auras in the void for an instant.

"What kind of martial skill is this?" The three showed shocked expressions, their faces turning ugly. They had heard of martial skills that could seal space, but Yang Tian's strength was too weak, making them unable to believe what they were seeing.

Yang Tian's face was pale, and the energy in the river of blood energy dimmed. After three months of bitter training, Yang Tian had deduced some mysteries of the river of blood energy, allowing him to briefly seal the void, but the range was extremely small and consumed a great deal of energy.

"Kill him! Use the Tri-Sword Formation!" Jiang Ling shouted angrily, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood. The golden greatsword suddenly hummed, its sharp aura continuously climbing.

"They're going all out..." Seeing this, Yang Tian clicked his tongue. Essence blood was very important to cultivators, being part of the body's origin. If the origin was depleted and not replenished in time, future cultivation might hardly advance.

The three golden greatswords stood together, their might continuously erupting. Before the greatswords, a five-zhang-tall sword shadow appeared, and an extremely fierce sword aura spread out, piercing countless vacuums.

The three's faces were pale. They spat out several mouthfuls of essence blood, their internal blood energy having withered to the extreme. Forcibly activating the Tri-Sword Formation, they would need months of recuperation to recover the consumed essence blood.

Gazing at the enormous sword shadow in the void, Yang Tian's expression was grave. Against such an attack, even going all out with the blazing sun would not yield any benefit. Even ordinary martial realm experts would have to avoid its edge.

"Little beast, you can be proud that you forced us to use our trump card. Now it's time for you to pay with your life." Jiang Ling's face twisted with ferocity.

"Not necessarily." Clenching his fist, a fierce glint flashed in Yang Tian's eyes. At the same time, his body suddenly retreated, and the surging river of blood energy began to roll rapidly.