371: Ancestral God Realm, Third Level

The Movement Technique of this Black-Clothed Masked Man was extremely strange; the guards of the Heavenly God Palace were like mere decorations before him.

Soon, this Black-Clothed Masked Man sneaked into Yirou Peak.

Just at this moment, Yang Lingchen, who was Cultivating inside the Haotian Domain Space, suddenly opened his eyes. He flashed his figure, instantly rushed out of the Vast Heaven Jade, and then charged towards the Black-Clothed Masked Man.

"Who are you?" Yang Lingchen's figure suddenly appeared, directly manifesting in front of the Black-Clothed Masked Man.

"You... are Yang Lingchen?"

Facing the suddenly appearing Yang Lingchen, the Black-Clothed Masked Man was also startled.

However, he quickly calmed down. After all, in his view, Yang Lingchen was just a young man at the Second Layer of Ancestral God Realm and could not possibly threaten him.

"That's right, who sent you?" Yang Lingchen's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, locked tightly onto the Black-Clothed Masked Man.

"Since you are Yang Lingchen, just come with this seat!"

The Black-Clothed Masked Man sneered, then clawed towards Yang Lingchen's throat.

"Courting death." A cold glint flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes as he raised his hand and unleashed a Domain Breaking Fist, blasting it towards the Black-Clothed Masked Man.

"Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom..."

The immense power collided; Yang Lingchen and the Black-Clothed Masked Man simultaneously retreated dozens of meters.

"How is this possible?" The Black-Clothed Masked Man looked at Yang Lingchen in shock.

He truly could not understand how a young man at the Second Layer of Ancestral God Realm could possess such powerful Combat Power.

"There is nothing impossible." Yang Lingchen sneered. He leaped into the air, like a great roc spreading its wings, and pounced towards the Black-Clothed Masked Man again.

"Hmph, even if you possess the Combat Power of the Cosmic God Realm, don't think about escaping in front of this seat today."

The Black-Clothed Masked Man snorted, kicked off the ground, and his figure rapidly threw a punch towards Yang Lingchen.

"Bang... Bang... Bang... Bang..."

In an instant, fists and feet crossed, and the two collided fiercely.

As the battle continued, the Black-Clothed Masked Man became increasingly alarmed the more he fought.

Yet Yang Lingchen fought with increasing vigor and gradually gained the upper hand.

"Stinky brat, let's fight another day." The Black-Clothed Masked Man shouted sharply and instantly flew towards the outside of the Heavenly God Palace.

"Since you've come, don't even think about leaving."

Yang Lingchen sneered, a cold glint flickering in his eyes. He directly unleashed a Soul Devouring Slash, and then his figure moved like lightning, punching towards the back of the Black-Clothed Masked Man's heart.

The escaping masked man's mind instantly descended into chaos. Just at this moment, he felt a pain in his back, and his entire body flew backward, completely losing his Combat Power.

Xiao Wanshan and Chi Hongtao, one on the left and one on the right, directly carried the Black-Clothed Masked Man before Yang Lingchen.

"Do you know who he is?" Yang Lingchen asked.

"Master, this person comes from the Supreme Qin Family and is the Qin Family's tribute Elder, Qin Zihao," Chi Hongtao said respectfully.

"Yang Lingchen, I didn't expect that even Chi Hongtao and Xiao Wanshan have been subdued by you. It seems everyone has underestimated you."

Qin Zihao said with difficulty. At this moment, he was severely injured and had absolutely no strength to resist.

"The Qin Family? Truly an ungrateful Family. Since you insist on being my enemy, then don't blame me for not being polite." A cold murderous intent permeated Yang Lingchen's eyes.

"Kid, just based on you? You want to be an enemy of my Qin Family?" Qin Zihao's eyes were filled with disdain.

"Slap...!"

Chi Hongtao directly slapped Qin Zihao across the Face and shouted: "Kneel down when speaking to the Master."

"Chi Hongtao, you are courting death." Qin Zihao looked at Chi Hongtao angrily.

"Slap...!"

"A prisoner, yet you dare to be arrogant in front of the Master." Chi Hongtao slapped him again.

Yang Lingchen couldn't be bothered to waste words. He directly unleashed another Soul Devouring Slash, blasting it into the depths of Qin Zihao's Soul, and then used violent means to plant a Slave Seal deep within his Soul.

Just at this moment, Yang Lingchen sensed a figure in the high sky, monitoring him.

However, Yang Lingchen did not pay it any mind, because he detected a trace of unique aura belonging to the Witch Race from the other party, and the other party did not reveal any murderous intent towards him.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and another month went by.

Under the protection of Yang Lingchen's Servant Group, the various forces and Loose Cultivators who came to find trouble with Yang Lingchen all met with failure and were buried in the Heavenly God Mountain Range.

After this month of slaughter, Yang Lingchen's Servant Group also completely shocked those who had designs on him. From then on, no one dared to look down on him.

At the same time, during this month, Yang Lingchen's cultivation level also broke through to the Third Layer of Ancestral God Realm.

Wuya Palace, Palace Master Hall.

Zhao Wuhen's expression was extremely gloomy at this moment; he really couldn't understand why the Grand Elder Xiao Wanshan would defect to Yang Lingchen.

"Palace Master, this kid Yang Lingchen must have promised the Grand Elder some benefits, otherwise the Grand Elder could not possibly defect to a Cultivator at the Ancestral God Realm like him."

A middle-aged man wearing an Elder's robe spoke up.

"This kid is quite strange. This time, this seat will personally go out to capture him alive."

Zhao Wuhen's eyes were extremely cold. At this moment, he only wanted to obtain the Sword God Inheritance; as for the issue of Face, he could no longer care about it.

Chi Family, Family Head Hall.

"Family Head, what should we do next? This kid Yang Lingchen is simply too strange." A middle-aged man asked.

"What else can we do? Gather the Family's elites and follow this seat to march on the Heavenly God Palace. This time, I will personally capture this kid."

A cold murderous intent flashed in Chi Zhongqian's eyes.

"Yes, Family Head." The middle-aged man responded.

Qin Family, Family Head Hall.

At this moment, Qin Hongjie's expression was extremely gloomy; he really didn't expect that the tribute he sent out had actually defected to Yang Lingchen.

"Family Head, now that Elder Zihao has been exposed, should we take the opportunity to launch an offensive and capture Yang Lingchen in one fell swoop?" An old man asked.

"What are the reactions of Wuya Palace and the Chi Family now?" Qin Hongjie said in a deep voice.

"Our moles reported that Chi Zhongqian and Zhao Wuhen are already mobilizing manpower. If nothing unexpected happens, they should personally take action." The old man said.

"To deal with a younger generation at the Ancestral God Realm, they still need to mobilize manpower? Chi Zhongqian and Zhao Wuhen really are regressing." Qin Hongjie sneered.

"Family Head, then what should we do?" The old man asked.

"This time, this seat will personally take action. I reckon he won't be able to escape the palm of this seat."

A sinister gleam appeared in Qin Hongjie's eyes. "Also, have someone watch over Yi'er. Before I obtain the Sword God Inheritance, try not to let her know about this matter."

"Yes, Family Head." The old man said respectfully.

Supreme Realm, Witch Race.

Li Xinyi was accompanying her son Yang Tianjun in sword practice.

Just at this moment, an old woman who was past her prime walked over. "Old Ancestor, Wu Ming has returned and has urgent matters to report."

"Hmm! I know. Let him wait for me in the meeting hall." Li Xinyi said with a cold voice.

"Yes, Old Ancestor." The old woman bowed and said.

"Juner, Mother has things to attend to. You practice on your own first." A loving smile appeared on Li Xinyi's Face.

"Mother, I miss Father. When can we see Father again!" Yang Tianjun said.

"Cultivate well. When Mother has time after a while, I will take you to see Father." Li Xinyi said with a smile.

"Hmm... Hmm, Mother, go and get busy! I will practice for a while longer by myself." After Yang Tianjun finished speaking, he began to practice sword alone again.

"Then you practice sword obediently. If anything happens, send a Sound Transmission to Mother." After Li Xinyi finished speaking, she walked towards the Witch Race meeting hall.