480: Han Yan was injured

"Tan Shaodu, from the first time you attacked me in the Wentian Mountain Range, your fate of death was already sealed."

Yang Lingchen's eyes revealed a piercing coldness. "Remember, in your next life, keep a low profile."

After speaking, Yang Lingchen struck Tan Shaodu's head directly with his staff.

"Bang!"

With a bang, Tan Shaodu's head instantly split open, brain matter scattering across the ground.

Yang Lingchen activated the yellow springs diagram and directly pulled his Soul inside.

"Yang Lingchen, I beg you to spare me. This really has nothing to do with me; it was all the Palace Master's orders." Quan Guanqing was so scared he knelt directly on the ground.

"Do you know Chief Qiao?"

Yang Lingchen asked with interest.

"Chief Qiao? I don't know him." Quan Guanqing shook his head.

"Then go die!"

Yang Lingchen struck out directly with his staff.

"Bang...!"

Quan Guanqing's head was sent flying like a baseball.

Then Yang Lingchen took his Soul into the yellow springs diagram as well.

Under the suppression of the yellow springs diagram, all Souls would eventually be subdued by Yang Lingchen and become part of his Yin Soldier army.

After finishing, a wicked smile curled on Yang Lingchen's lips, and he stared straight at Li Hanyan.

"Yang Lingchen, what do you... want to do?"

Looking at Yang Lingchen's wicked gaze, Li Hanyan couldn't help but retreat several steps.

"Of course I want to!"

Yang Lingchen gave a charmingly wicked smile. "Sister Hanyan, didn't you say just now that you would give yourself to me? I wonder if it's convenient for you now?"

"Yang Lingchen, I was joking. Can you please not take it seriously?"

Li Hanyan was so frightened by Yang Lingchen's charmingly wicked gaze that she couldn't help but shiver.

"Sister Hanyan, you're too timid. Look at how scared you are; I was just joking with you." Yang Lingchen laughed heartily.

"Yang Lingchen, you Stinky bastard!"

"scoundrel!"

"I'll beat you to death."

Seeing Yang Lingchen laughing, Li Hanyan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She lunged directly at Yang Lingchen, her pink fists pounding on his chest.

Just then, Yang Lingchen suddenly grabbed Li Hanyan's slender waist.

"What do you... want to do?"

Smelling the masculine scent on Yang Lingchen from such close proximity, Li Hanyan's heart couldn't help but race.

A lethal smile curled on Yang Lingchen's lips, and his melancholy eyes stared straight at Li Hanyan. "Sister Hanyan, if I wanted to... would you give it to me?"

"Stinky brat! If you have the guts, then do it. Don't use this trick to scare me."

Li Hanyan pouted coquettishly, her beautiful eyes staring straight at Yang Lingchen as if saying: You're just a man with no guts.

Gazing at Li Hanyan's peerless beauty and her tender red lips, Yang Lingchen was slightly dazed for a moment, then slowly leaned in.

Seeing Yang Lingchen's lips getting closer and closer, Li Hanyan became involuntarily nervous, but this time she didn't dodge; instead, she slowly closed her eyes.

"Jie... jie... jie...!"

"To have the heart to flirt here after killing my son, you truly are ignorant and fearless!"

Suddenly, a cold laugh rang out, followed by a middle-aged man with a sharp aura striking a palm toward Yang Lingchen like lightning.

"F*ck your grandmother, are you f*cking crazy?"

A monstrous rage welled up in Yang Lingchen's heart. He was just a tiny bit away from kissing her; anyone would be in a bad mood if they were interrupted at such a critical moment.

At this critical moment, Yang Lingchen didn't hesitate. He turned around and threw a Heavenly Fiend Fist, blasting it straight toward Li Xiaoming.

"Bang...!"

As the two forces collided, an invisible shockwave spread out, shattering the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees. Yang Lingchen's figure flew backward like a cannonball, his body slamming heavily against a stone wall.

"Little Bastard! How dare you kill my, Li Xiaoming's, son? Today, I'll make you pay with your life."

Li Xiaoming leaped, pouncing toward Yang Lingchen like an eagle catching its prey.

He knew Yang Lingchen was very fast, so he didn't want to give him any chance to escape.

"I won't let you hurt him."

Li Hanyan shouted. Without the slightest hesitation, she also swung her battle sword and stood in front of Yang Lingchen.

However, with her strength, how could she possibly block Li Xiaoming, who was at the third layer of the Myriad Illusions Realm?

"Courting death!"

A fierce light flashed in Li Xiaoming's eyes. He threw a Palm Force with a wave of his hand, which carried a terrifying airwave and slammed heavily into Li Hanyan.

"Puff...!"

Li Hanyan spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying.

"Sister Hanyan!"

Yang Lingchen let out a desperate cry. Enduring his own injuries, he quickly flew toward Li Hanyan and pulled her into his arms.

"Sister Hanyan, how are you?"

Yang Lingchen's hands trembled slightly. Looking at the pale Li Hanyan before him, his voice couldn't help but choke up.

This beautiful woman was in his arms just a moment ago, but in the next, her life was rapidly slipping away.

Yang Lingchen continuously channeled the Divine Origin Power within his body to protect Li Hanyan's heart meridians.

"Xiaoyu, kill him for me."

Yang Lingchen directly released Nie Xiaoyu and the three Yin Souls from the yellow springs diagram.

"A mere three Ghost cultivators think they can stop me?"

A cold killing intent flashed in Li Xiaoming's eyes, and he quickly rushed toward Nie Xiaoyu.

Yang Lingchen continued to channel Divine Origin Power into Li Hanyan's body.

"Lingchen, promise me you'll live on. Don't be sad for me. Being able to die in your arms makes me feel very happy."

Li Hanyan's pale face showed a faint, happy smile.

Blood kept seeping from the corners of her mouth, but she didn't make a sound of pain. She looked at Yang Lingchen quietly, afraid that if she closed her eyes, she would never see him again.

"Hanyan, you'll be fine. Neither of us will die."

Yang Lingchen felt like a knife was twisting in his heart, and tears gradually wet his eyes.

"Don't waste any more Divine Origin Power; I'm not going to make it. Before I die, can you give me a kiss?"

Li Hanyan's pale cheeks showed a hint of anticipation.

"Don't talk. You'll be fine. You are my, Yang Lingchen's, woman. I won't allow you to die."

After speaking, Yang Lingchen gently kissed the corner of Li Hanyan's lips.

After the gentle kiss, Li Hanyan closed her eyes completely. Although she had stopped breathing, her peerless face still wore a happy smile.

"Li Xiaoming, I'm going to kill you."

Yang Lingchen roared, swinging the dragon que sword in his hand. The Sword Qi sliced through the sky, carrying a sorrowful killing intent as it slashed straight toward Li Xiaoming.

At this moment, he only wanted to kill the man.

With Yang Lingchen joining the fray, the pressure on Nie Xiaoyu decreased sharply.

By now, she was covered in wounds. If not for the need to protect Yang Lingchen, she would have fled long ago. After all, her cultivation level was only at the first layer of the Myriad Illusions Realm, while Li Xiaoming's cultivation level had already reached the third layer of the Myriad Illusions Realm.

"Lingchen, release the Yin Qi from the yellow springs diagram; it can enhance my combat power."

Just then, Nie Xiaoyu's Sound Transmission reached Yang Lingchen's ears.

"Alright."

While fighting, Yang Lingchen released the Yin Qi from the yellow springs diagram.

As the Yin Qi leaked out, the area was suddenly filled with gusts of ghostly wind. The air emitted an extremely cold aura, and the sounds of ghosts wailing could be heard from time to time, making one's hair stand on end.

With the help of the terrifying Yin Qi, Nie Xiaoyu's combat power instantly increased by two levels, and she gradually gained the upper hand.

"Little Bastard, to think the yellow springs diagram is actually in your hands. No wonder there are Ghost cultivators by your side."

A hint of shock and joy appeared in Li Xiaoming's eyes. He immediately abandoned Nie Xiaoyu and rushed toward Yang Lingchen.