Chapter 894: Ancient Killing Formation

A series of shocks: first Qing Xiaoyue stepped onto the eighth heavenly ladder, then the young man forcefully suppressed several people, glared a cultivator to death, and then roared another black-clad man to death.

Lin Xu was already used to it. He walked over, looked at the corpse of the black-clad man, and suddenly exclaimed, "It's a倭寇, a倭寇! How could a倭寇 be here!"

"What, a倭寇!" The people around were greatly alarmed. How could a倭寇 be hiding here? How was that possible?

"Hmph, how dare you kill our people! Today, none of you Chinese cultivators will escape!" A cold laugh came from afar, and suddenly a group of imposing figures appeared in the distance. The leader exuded a fierce blood aura.

"Not good, it's the Western Alliance." The old woman cried out in alarm. How could the Western Alliance be here, and their leader was a Transcending Flesh expert?

"Western Alliance, what are you doing at our Dragon Tiger Mountain!" The white-haired old man was furious, growling. This was the forbidden area of Dragon Tiger Mountain—what were they doing here?

"What are we doing? Naturally, killing you. From now on, this place belongs to our Western Alliance again!" The leader in black robes said stiffly, his face cold.

"How dare you!" Everyone present was enraged. These Western Alliance people were incredibly audacious, daring to attack China's sacred ground—they must have eaten leopard guts.

"Behave yourselves. This place is already sealed off; none of you can escape!" The leader laughed.

"Not good, Patriarch! Not good! Foreigners have broken into the Ancestral Hall; they killed Fourth Senior Uncle." A young Daoist boy ran over, covered in blood, shouting.

Lin Xu's face instantly turned pale. His junior brother was gone, and the Ancestral Hall, a vital place, had been invaded.

"What!" The white-haired old man was shocked, then roared in fury, "This is too much! I'll fight you to the death!"

The old Daoist's aura surged, murderous intent boiling. He charged forward, sacrificing a red Dao sword that slashed out streaks of light, shattering the sky with fierce power.

"Old fool, you're not qualified!" The leader produced a purple-gold scepter radiating a sacred aura, shooting it toward the incoming Dao sword.

Though the old Daoist was powerful, he was no match for the leader and was sent flying. Everyone was horrified. The enemy had brought a master; how could they fight? One man alone could wipe out most of them.

"Brother Yang Tian, the West really does have cultivators! We didn't find any last time." Xiaoyue widened her eyes and said.

"Their cultivation methods are somewhat strange, not quite orthodox, but their techniques are not weak." Yang Tian nodded slightly. Last time, he had indeed tried to find some cultivators, but since he couldn't use his soul power, he let it go.

"Senior Uncle!" Shi Ziqing, seeing the old man lying on the ground coughing blood, was furious. If not for Lin Xu holding him back, he would have charged over.

"A bunch of useless old things. At your age, you should just go to hell. This precious land belongs to our Western Alliance from now on." The leader laughed heartily.

"And you, who dared to kill our alliance members, kneel and await death!" The leader pointed at Yang Tian arrogantly and said sternly.

Shi Ziqing finally reacted. He ran over and knelt down, saying, "Please, Senior, lend us your aid and drive away these foreigners."

"Please, Senior, help us." Lin Xu also stumbled over, tears in his cloudy eyes, speaking bitterly.

The people around were shocked. Could this young man be a hidden master?

Chen Li's two senior brothers and the middle-aged woman who had attacked earlier looked uneasy. He had easily suppressed them with one hand.

"Hahaha, has China no one left? Sending such a greenhorn—how ridiculous!" The leader said disdainfully.

"The cultivation world has its own rules. You people won't even spare a child." Yang Tian's gaze fell on the young Daoist boy, and he snorted coldly.

"Come here!" Yang Tian's hand suddenly clenched, and the man hiding inside was instantly grabbed. Yang Tian glanced at him, sensing his heavy resentment—he must have killed many.

"Senior, this is a倭寇. They kill even mortals. During the World War, they directly massacred villages—all mortals." Lin Xu kowtowed, begging for his protection.

Yang Tian's hand trembled slightly, and the man died instantly. He swept a cold gaze and shouted, "All of you, get out!"

"Arrogant brat! Today, I'll destroy you!" Seeing him kill the black-clad man, the leader roared, his scepter glowing as he launched a devastating strike.

Rumble!

A golden hand pressed down, fingers like mountains, palm like the sky, erupting with vast golden blood energy. A slight tremor shattered the sky, making the heavens tremble.

Entire mountain ranges collapsed. The golden hand seal descended irresistibly, smashing them into pulp!

The surrounding cultivators collapsed to the ground, trembling. This man was too terrifying, his divine might overwhelming. With one slap, he killed a group, including a Transcending Flesh expert.

The gloomy old man's face turned ugly. He wished he could slap himself for speaking rudely earlier—this man was such a powerhouse.

Qing Xiaoyue's face also turned pale. She had seen killing before, but killing dozens with one slap made her scalp tingle.

"You, come here too!" Yang Tian did not stop. His eyes blazed with divine light, and a golden divine spear shot forth, faster than lightning, piercing through the mountain ahead. Under the incredulous gazes of those around, a pale-faced foreigner was caught by the golden war spear.

Rumble!

The divine spear pierced his shoulder, pinning him to a low mountain, making everyone's hearts tremble.

"Ah! You killed my junior brother! I'll kill you!" Lin Xu charged madly, his aura suddenly fierce, swinging his fist at the man's face.

"What's going on?" The man was still dazed. Seeing a fist coming, he roared, "You're asking for death! Let me go!"

"Let your mother go!" Shi Ziqing, eyes red, picked up a stone and smashed it at his head.

"Ah..." A miserable scream rang out. The man was furious—these two who had just begun cultivation dared to hit him!

"Greetings, Senior. I offended you earlier unintentionally; please forgive me." The gloomy old man knelt down, trembling.

"We also pay respects to Senior." A group of people prostrated themselves. This man was clearly a hidden master, worthy of reverence.

"I offended you unintentionally, Senior. Please forgive me." The white-clad woman who had attacked blushed deeply. She never imagined he was so powerful.

"No need for such formalities." Yang Tian waved his hand, and everyone stood up. Just as he was about to speak, he frowned, golden light flickering in his eyes as he spotted a person in the void.

A beam of golden light shot out, and the man, scared half to death, fled immediately.

"Trying to run? Stay!" Yang Tian, as if grabbing a chick, pulled the man down from the sky, while his other hand seized an ancient mirror.

"Baga!" The captured man roared, suddenly producing nine large banners that exuded a terrifying aura, swirling with bloody mist, and hurled them at Yang Tian.

"Not good! This is an ancient killing formation, infinitely powerful!" Everyone was horrified, never expecting they had brought such a heavy treasure.