Chapter 677: Fury

In just a few breaths, a large pile of treasures and many precious refining materials appeared on that open ground, and some people couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

"Hey, hey, you who didn't place bets, leave this place." Yu Yao, like a tyrant, pointed at a few people and shouted.

Their faces turned green, red, white, and black. Being pointed at like this as prodigies of their clan—how could they bear it?

Yang Tian smiled inwardly and also walked over to place a bet of a ten-thousand-year precious herb. As his gaze swept across, he couldn't help clicking his tongue in amazement.

There were as many as eighty ten-thousand-year precious herbs! Even Yu Yao couldn't help feeling envious; this was simply a huge fortune.

Of course, he also knew that compared to the hundred or so prodigies from various clans present, these herbs and the scene were not a big deal. Some unfathomable prodigies from the demon race were just joining in the fun.

Xiao Ran's eyelids twitched. He had been fully confident just now, but now seeing Yu Yao's sly gaze, he vaguely had a bad feeling—perhaps he would lose badly.

"Brother Xiao Ran, you have to work hard. I've bet half of my fortune." The scene was very lively, and someone started shouting.

"Let me remind you, no artifacts can be used here." At that moment, the mysterious woman in white, with her clothes fluttering, spoke in a soft voice.

Hearing this, the faces of the people around showed surprise. This place was indeed peculiar—they couldn't activate artifacts.

Yang Tian slowly walked to the open ground ahead, his gaze falling on the figure in front, and smiled: "Let's begin."

With a bang, the moment Yang Tian's words fell, Xiao Ran's body arrived in an instant, emitting a powerful fluctuation that burst forth like a wave.

At this moment, Xiao Ran appeared very strong. As he activated the Carefree Step, he was already in front of Yang Tian, and in his palm gathered surging energy, attacking toward Yang Tian's head.

Seeing this, Yang Tian raised his fair hand. Under the astonished gazes around, his hand suddenly turned into a fist and directly struck into a brilliant divine light, a jaw-dropping scene.

"Is he using his physical body to clash head-on? Is this guy a humanoid beast?" A prodigy of a different race was shocked, murmuring softly.

Boom! Yang Tian's fist was fiercely unmatched, like a fierce beast tearing through a sea of divinity. The powerful gale burst forth, and in its breath, it dispersed Xiao Ran's attack with peerless divine power!

"Bang bang..." Xiao Ran's arm stiffened slightly, and then his steps retreated, stopping after a full five steps. His face instantly darkened.

"Hiss..." Someone gasped, unable to help looking a few more times. In just the first exchange, Xiao Ran was driven back.

"This guy's physical body is terrifying, indestructible!" Someone began to notice Yang Tian's fist, which bore no trace of blood.

Yang Tian had undergone a transformation in the Creation Divine Pool, his body completely reborn. His physical body was probably even superior to some divine beasts.

Xiao Ran suddenly stomped his foot, causing a large area of the ground to rumble. As he struck with his palm, he drew in the essence of the eight directions, and a heavy eight-trigram palm manifested, pressing down toward Yang Tian's head.

Yang Tian snorted lightly. The Dao resonance within his body resounded loudly, and vast divine power began to diffuse. This punch was even more terrifying, piercing through the void.

Rumble! The eightfold palm force was dismantled by Yang Tian's immense strength, breaking apart layer by layer—an extremely forceful offensive.

The mysterious woman had been observing Yang Tian all along, feeling that he was very extraordinary. He never revealed his hand, making it hard to gauge his strength.

"Damn it, how can he be so strong!" Xiao Ran's face was very ugly. This person's physical body was too terrifying, like a demonic mountain, hard to shake, and approaching him brought a hint of fear.

Ming Ye's face was also unpleasant. He had intended to use Xiao Ran's hand to dampen Yang Tian's spirit, but he didn't expect Yang Tian's strength to exceed his expectations.

At this moment, the entire scene was filled with countless afterimages. Xiao Ran's speed was extremely fast, making many people's scalps tingle; this speed was very swift.

For a time, loud noises filled the sky, and a brilliant divine sea radiated in all directions. The place was completely boiling, with blazing light constantly flickering.

Yang Tian had been on the defensive all along, standing firm in the surging divine radiance, looking like a drifting boat in the sea, but in reality, each of his strikes shattered Xiao Ran's attacks.

"Could it be that Xiao Ran wasn't going all out just now, and this is the real show?" Some who were worried about their bets pondered to themselves.

"I guess so. After all, Xiao Ran is one of the most outstanding disciples of Carefree Valley; he can't be that weak." Someone chimed in.

Xiao Ran seemed to have the upper hand, with his shadows filling the field, his speed reaching the extreme.

Hearing the comments around, Xiao Ran felt like vomiting blood, his face turning green, red, white, and black. Only when truly facing Yang Tian did he realize his terror—his body was like a demonic mountain, every inch emitting a heart-shaking fluctuation.

Although Xiao Ran's foundation was formidable, the Carefree Step had long been mastered by Yang Tian. His greatest trump card was useless in front of Yang Tian.

"Doesn't this guy really know the Taixu Step?" After defending for so long, Yang Tian was getting a bit impatient, muttering inwardly.

At that moment, he looked up at a shadow shooting toward him and smiled: "Had enough? Now it's my turn."

With a bang, his body suddenly burst forth with dazzling divine radiance, like a divine sun burning, with golden light blinding.

In the heavens and earth, a dazzling golden light tore through the sky. Countless shadows in the world all shattered, and under the astonished gazes around, Xiao Ran's body was directly knocked out.

Yang Tian leaped up, like a young Peng bird soaring into the sky. His arms spread, unleashing ten-thousand-jun divine power, tearing apart Xiao Ran's protective light shield with sheer force.

"Get down!" Yang Tian snorted coldly, and with a backhand slap, Xiao Ran's chest nearly exploded, and he was sent flying by Yang Tian.

With a bang, he landed heavily on the ground, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently as if about to burst.

"Damn it!" Xiao Ran roared inwardly. Yang Tian's slap not only injured him but was also extremely fierce; the blood energy in his body could no longer condense!

"This waste!" Ming Ye's face immediately darkened, fury burning in his heart. He had originally wanted to use this to dampen Yang Tian's spirit, but instead, he let Yang Tian steal the show today.

The scene was instantly stirred. Everyone couldn't understand how Xiao Ran, who had been so fierce just moments ago, could lose so quickly.

"Ooh... we won..." Yu Yao was extremely excited, her eyebrows dancing, as she collected the large pile of treasures.

"Haha, come, let's divide the spoils." Those who had bet on Yang Tian were overjoyed. Half the people were bleeding, and the other half were roaring—this was windfall.

Some who had bet on Yang Tian won double the treasures, all of them as excited as if they had taken stimulants, feeling exhilarated all over.

"I concede." Looking at Xiao Ran's gloomy face, Yang Tian smiled lightly. Just as his hand was about to take the precious herbs on the ground, his face instantly darkened.

At that moment, a jade talisman appeared in his palm. This was a twin talisman made by the fat man; if one broke, the other would also break. When Yang Tian left, he had given the talisman to little Tingting.

"Little Tingting is in trouble!" Yang Tian's face turned ugly. Before his eyes appeared the image of that twelve- or thirteen-year-old girl, looking timid, a sight that tugged at the heart.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Tian suppressed his emotions and reached for the precious herbs.

"Wait, isn't it too easy to just take them like that?" At that moment, Ming Ye stepped forward, his eyes fixed on Yang Tian, a hint of murder hidden deep within, as he spoke.

Yang Tian ignored him and picked up the precious herbs. The most important thing now was to rush back and see what had happened.

"It seems you can't hear what I'm saying!" Ming Ye snorted coldly, his eyes looking down on Yang Tian. Suddenly, he stomped his foot, and a stream of divine light surged out, directly pressing down toward Yang Tian's head.

"If you're looking for death, don't blame me." Having been provoked repeatedly, Yang Tian's heart turned icy cold. He looked up at the figure before him, a terrifying chill emanating from his eyes.