Chapter 067: Robbing the Saint Son

"Hehe, Brother Hao, I'm here. Why didn't you wait for me?" Looking at Xing Hao, the refined young man chuckled. The two had met by chance at Martial Dao Mountain and, after jointly opening a secret cache, became friends.

"Heh, there were matters on the way. This is Brother Yang, my lifesaver. Come over and get acquainted." Nodding, Xing Hao pulled the refined young man over and introduced him warmly.

"Your younger brother Shan Qu pays respects to Brother Yang." The refined young man walked over, cupped his hands in a proper manner, and smiled.

"Heh, Brother Shan need not stand on ceremony. Just call me Yang Tian. Today, you all saved my life; I can hardly bear such courtesy." Waving his hand hastily, Yang Tian smiled slightly.

"Heh." Scratching his head, Shan Qu smiled, then glanced at the black-robed person beside Yang Tian.

"Go, go. This is my sister; you don't need to get acquainted." Xing Hao's tiger-like eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, though the teasing in his expression was barely concealed.

"Oh... oh..." Shan Qu shrank his head, his face turning bright red, causing Yang Tian to chuckle involuntarily. Though Shan Qu was inexperienced in the world, his cultivation was extremely formidable, especially the purple great bow on his back, which gave Yang Tian a sense of dread.

"Are we fighting or not? If not, get lost! Don't disturb us brothers catching up." Glancing at the two figures ahead, Xing Hao gripped the long sword in his hand and shouted coldly.

"Arrogant." A shadow of gloom passed through Li Hongtao's eyes as he stared fixedly at Yang Tian. Earlier, Li Xuan had instructed that Yang Tian must die—this concerned their family's reputation, because Yang Tian and Li Qingxue had once been betrothed!

"You take Xing Hao; I'll handle the white-robed one." Glancing at the two ahead, Li Hongtao muttered an order, then his figure dashed violently toward Shan Qu.

"Shan Qu, that one's yours." Seeing this, Xing Hao patted Shan Qu's shoulder, his gaze sweeping over Huang Li with a cold smile, and the gleaming long sword in his hand slashed forward.

"Got it." Nodding, Shan Qu stared at the rapidly approaching figure, suddenly swayed backward, turned into an afterimage, and appeared behind Li Hongtao.

"So fast!" Yang Tian exclaimed inwardly. Shan Qu's speed was incredible; even he couldn't discern the movement technique.

His strike missing, Li Hongtao's face darkened. Shan Qu's speed far exceeded his own, and he immediately became wary.

Twang, twang, twang!

Just as Shan Qu turned, the sound of a bowstring snapping rang out. The purple great bow on his back was already in his hand, drawn to a full moon.

Hum! On the purple great bow, a purple arrow suddenly materialized, its tip sharp, exuding a deadly edge that pierced the void, its attack power astonishing.

Swish, swish! The bowstring vibrated, and the purple arrow shot forth instantly, piercing through layers of void, its cutting aura sweeping toward Li Hongtao.

"So fast." His pupils contracted, Li Hongtao's figure abruptly retreated. At the same time, his hands slapped forward, and two azure lights exploded through the void, clashing with the purple arrow.

Bang! Bang! Two piercing sonic booms followed. The purple arrow, like a hot knife through butter, tore through the two palm shadows and shot toward Li Hongtao.

"What a powerful bow." Li Hongtao struck out several palms before shattering the purple arrow, but he had already retreated ten zhang.

"This kid is no simpleton." Their exchange was fully observed by Yang Tian. Shan Qu not only had a bizarre movement technique but also an extraordinary great bow.

"That's a Qianyuan Cauldron." While madly devouring ancient elixirs to restore his cultivation, Yang Tian sank one mind into the Ancestral Dragon Ring to heal, and another to observe the battle. When he saw Li Hongtao produce a large cauldron, he murmured.

Three-legged, two-eared, the cauldron body was purple-gold, extremely ornate, carved with several strange beasts. Azure light dripped from the cauldron's mouth, constantly suppressing the purple arrows.

"A semi-finished Dao artifact." Yang Tian shook his head slightly, glancing at the dragon-shaped jade pendant suppressing his sea of consciousness. A peerless treasure lay within his qi sea, yet he couldn't use it.

Swish, swish! Shan Qu's attacks were extremely fierce. He kept drawing the great bow, like a meteor shower, madly battering the Qianyuan Cauldron. Li Hongtao remained on the defensive, but with his solid foundation, he wasn't at a disadvantage.

On the other side, Huang Li was coughing blood repeatedly. Having injured his foundation earlier in the fight with Yang Tian, his internal injuries were now aggravated, and he kept retreating.

"A rare sight indeed! How thrilling!" The onlookers exclaimed in excitement. Saint Son-level combat was rarely seen, and today several such figures had appeared, giving them a feast for the eyes.

"Eh, trying to run?" Yang Tian's gaze had been sweeping the battlefield. When he noticed Wang Long being carried away by two disciples, he smiled grimly, and his seated figure shot forward.

Loud booms of air being torn rang out. Wang Long and his two companions' faces changed drastically as they fled madly ahead.

"Stay." Yang Tian snorted coldly, punching through the air. A crimson fist seal twisted through the void, causing continuous explosions around it, then shot toward Wang Long's group.

Feeling the terrifying gale, the two disciples' faces changed drastically. They channeled their qi and blood frantically into their palms. They had witnessed Yang Tian's might; if Huang Li hadn't arrived, Wang Long would have been beaten to death.

"Pfft..." The ferocious energy clashed. The two figures stiffened, their faces instantly flushed, and they spat out a mouthful of blood.

At that moment, a willow-catkin-like figure appeared behind Yang Tian, sidestepped his body, and kicked them hard in the chest.

Staring at Wang Long's ugly expression, Yang Tian walked over step by step, releasing all the qi and blood he had just recovered, pressing down on Wang Long.

"So your name is Yang Tian. If you kill me, you won't come to a good end either." Wang Long slowly stood up, a trace of venom flashing in his eyes, and shouted.

"Slap... slap..." Yang Tian said nothing, walking over step by step. His terrifying qi and blood spread over Wang Long's body, forcing him to retreat step by step.

"Is Yang Tian going to kill Wang Long?" The onlookers' gazes shifted instantly, shocked by Yang Tian's audacity.

The wounds that had just barely healed were aggravated again. Wang Long's face turned ashen, and he coughed up blood continuously.

"Yang Tian, you forced my hand!" Wang Long's face twisted with ferocity as he roared. At the same time, a golden jade slip appeared in his palm, and an energy capable of shaking space suddenly erupted.

Rumble! As the energy spread, the spatial jade slip suddenly burst. The void trembled, and the vast, strange energy expanded, forming a spatial rift beside him.

"A spatial jade slip." Yang Tian's expression changed slightly. Seeing the jade slip being activated, he stamped his foot, and a river of qi suddenly appeared above his head.

"Haha, overreaching!" Wang Long laughed bitterly, his eyes full of venom. Though he could save his life, his reputation in the sect would surely plummet. Never before had a Saint Son been driven out of Martial Dao Mountain.

"Heh, we'll see." Yang Tian sneered, his face solemn.

"Suppress!" Suddenly, a roar exploded. The river of qi surged into the void, and a binding force sealed Wang Long's body for an instant as he was about to step into the rift.

"Crack." In that instant, fear filled Wang Long's face. Yang Tian smiled grimly, struck like lightning, and under countless horrified gazes, he snapped off the finger on which Wang Long wore his void ring!

"Thanks for the gift. Farewell." Looking at the dazed Wang Long, Yang Tian smiled, then kicked him into the spatial passage.

"Yang Tian, you will die a miserable death!" Wang Long roared repeatedly, his murderous howls echoing through the small space, leaving behind a venomous voice...

"What ruthless methods." The onlookers exchanged glances, unable to hide the shock on their faces. Some thought: Yang Tian had actually robbed a Saint Son.

They didn't know what was in the void ring, but could the items of the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect be inferior? And it belonged to a Saint Son—a treasure trove to these people.

"Well done, Brother Yang!" Xing Hao laughed heartily, beating Huang Li until he coughed blood. The Thundercloud Sect and the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect had always been at odds, with frequent fights among disciples.

"Cough... cough..." Yang Tian was about to smile when he suddenly coughed violently. The instant of suppression had drained all the qi and blood he had just recovered.

Bang! Suddenly, a piercing sonic boom rang out. On the Qianyuan Cauldron, a purple arrow shadow dozens of zhang long shook the cauldron repeatedly, piercing through the void.

"Boom..." A fierce wave of air burst forth. Under the residual force, both figures retreated dozens of steps. Shan Qu was offensive, Li Hongtao defensive; their strength was roughly equal.

Li Hongtao's face was cold. His vicious gaze fell on Huang Li, who was coughing blood, and he suddenly roared: "Retreat!"

Li Hongtao was decisive. Knowing the situation was unfavorable, he retreated explosively. Huang Li glared hatefully at Xing Hao, then used the Earth Spirit Ancient Bell to protect himself and retreated.

"Don't chase." Seeing the two about to pursue, Yang Tian hurried over, his vigilant gaze sweeping around, and said solemnly: "This place isn't safe. Let's leave quickly."

The four figures strode away. The onlookers watched but dared not block them. Just as they left, two figures leaped out from within.

"Brother Murong, are we just letting them go?"

"What else can we do? This ruin isn't left by an ordinary sect. Besides, we need the inheritance mark to open the core area. Even if we seize it, whether we'd be recognized is another matter."