730: Beat up Dongfang Feng

"How can this kid's technique be so strong?"

Wang Xiuyuan frowned. It was too late for him to escape now. In desperation, he could only wave his hands to condense a protective energy shield around himself.

"Bang!"

To Wang Xiuyuan's surprise, his protective energy shield instantly collapsed under the attack of Yang Lingchen's Profound Ice Flame, and his body was frozen immediately.

Seeing Wang Xiuyuan frozen by him, Yang Lingchen walked over slowly, gently patted the other's cheek, and said, "Go back and tell that idiot Revered Master of yours not to keep looking for trouble endlessly. Otherwise, I'll chop off his head and use it as a urinal sooner or later."

After saying this, Yang Lingchen walked toward the Treasure Pavilion again.

At this moment, the scene was filled with shock.

No one expected Yang Lingchen to be so powerful that even Wang Xiuyuan, at the Fourth Layer of Profound Immortal Realm, was no match for him.

What surprised everyone even more was that Yang Lingchen dared to talk tough to Li Tianyang. One must know that Li Tianyang was an influential Elder of South Heaven Peak; most people wouldn't dare provoke him.

South Heaven Peak.

Half an hour later, after the ice on Wang Xiuyuan's body melted, he immediately returned to South Heaven Peak.

"Revered Master, that kid's strength is truly terrifying. This Disciple was completely no match for him," Wang Xiuyuan said with his head lowered.

"Is that kid's strength really that great?"

Li Tianyang frowned. He really couldn't understand how an Outer Sect Disciple could be so strong.

"He is indeed very strong. This Disciple had no power to fight back against him."

Wang Xiuyuan paused for a moment and said, "Revered Master, he also had a message for me to bring to you."

"What message? Speak," Li Tianyang asked in a deep voice.

"That kid said that if you dare to find trouble for him again, he will chop off your head and use it as a chamber pot," Wang Xiuyuan said softly with his head lowered.

"Bang...!"

Upon hearing this, Li Tianyang's face instantly twisted. He slammed his hand onto the table and roared, "This is simply outrageous!"

At this moment, he was truly enraged. For so many years, no Disciple had ever dared to provoke him like this.

"Jiang Yu,"

"This Disciple is here," a young man with an upright posture and a cultivation level of the Fifth Layer of Profound Immortal Realm responded.

"Go challenge that kid and kill him directly. Your Revered Master will ensure you are safe," cold Killing Intent flickered in Li Tianyang's eyes.

"Yes, Revered Master," Jiang Yu responded respectfully.

"You don't need to worry either. With your talent and strength, joining Tianxin Academy in the future is a certainty. Even if you kill that kid, the Sect cannot do anything to you," Li Tianyang said.

Although Jiang Yu's cultivation level was only in the Profound Immortal Realm, he was only ten thousand years old, so he happened to be able to participate in this Tianxin Grand Competition.

The top two thousand in the Tianxin Grand Competition could enter Tianxin Academy. Based on the strength levels of previous competitions, Jiang Yu's entry into Tianxin Academy was practically guaranteed.

Because the champions of previous Tianxin Grand Competitions generally had cultivation levels around the Sixth Layer of Profound Immortal Realm. After all, being able to reach this Realm before twenty thousand years old was already considered a very Prodigy existence.

"Don't worry, Revered Master. If this Disciple takes action, that kid is as good as dead," a trace of Killing Intent appeared in Jiang Yu's eyes.

Yang Lingchen exchanged all his contribution points for immortal spirit crystals and then leisurely walked toward Jade Maiden Peak.

"Yang Lingchen!"

Just then, a familiar voice sounded behind him. Eastern Sword and a man in black walked over.

This man in black had a cultivation level at the Fifth Layer of Profound Immortal Realm. His pupils were deep, and a bone-chilling coldness emanated from his gaze.

"Eastern Cheap, I don't think I'm that familiar with you!" Yang Lingchen said coldly.

"Kid, you stole This Young Master's Sky-reaching Spirit Python last time. Shouldn't you give This Young Master an explanation?" Eastern Sword said coldly.

"I stole it, so what?"

Yang Lingchen smiled disdainfully and said, "How about we have a fight? If you win, I'll compensate you with a monster core of equal value? If you lose, you give me one? Do you dare?"

Now his cultivation level had reached the Late Stage of the Eighth Layer of True Immortal Realm, and his Undying Golden Body Art had also reached Minor Achievement. If he fought with all his might, he was confident he could defeat even a Cultivator at the Fifth Layer of Profound Immortal Realm.

Moreover, Eastern Sword's cultivation level was only at the First Layer of Profound Immortal Realm. If Yang Lingchen wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as pie.

"You...!"

Eastern Sword's face twisted with anger, but he didn't make a move because he knew that his current self was no match for Yang Lingchen.

"You are Yang Lingchen?" the young man in black beside Eastern Sword spoke up.

"What advice does this Senior Brother have?" Yang Lingchen had a faint smile on his face.

"I think you know the value of the Sky-reaching Spirit Python. You certainly can't produce compensation of equal value. Today, This Young Master will make the decision: as long as you provide 1,000,000 immortal spirit crystals, we'll let this matter go," the man in black said arrogantly.

"And what if I can't produce it?" Yang Lingchen's lips curled into a faint smile.

"Then don't even think about leaving here in one piece today."

An invisible pressure emanated from the man in black. His sharp eyes were like a sharp sword, making people afraid to look directly at him.

"Stinky brat! Did you hear what my brother said? As long as you hand over 1,000,000 immortal spirit crystals, we'll call it even."

Eastern Sword looked at Yang Lingchen with an arrogant expression; he greatly admired his Elder brother.

And this man in black was precisely his Elder brother, Dongfang Feng.

"Senior Brother, I really can't produce 1,000,000 immortal spirit crystals right now. How about I owe them to you? I'll give them to you whenever I have them?" Yang Lingchen said with a smile.

"Brother, this kid is trying to play us," Eastern Sword said.

A cold light flashed in Dongfang Feng's eyes, and he said in a cold voice, "Kid, I've given you a chance. Since you don't know how to cherish it, then...!"

Before Dongfang Feng could finish his sentence, a fierce staff energy smashed toward him head-on.

This staff energy was extremely fast. He couldn't dodge in time, so out of instinct, he hurriedly put his hand out to block it.

"Crack...!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the bone in Dongfang Feng's right hand shattered on the spot, and blood continuously flowed from his wrist joint.

"Aaaah...! Little Bastard! You dare to sneak attack me!"

Dongfang Feng roared and threw a straight kick, aiming directly for Yang Lingchen's chest. The energy of this straight kick was terrifying. If a Cultivator at the second or third layer of the Profound Immortal Realm were hit, they would definitely end up dead or crippled.

"Fuck you, still trying to act tough!"

Yang Lingchen's reaction was also extremely fast. He instantly smashed the haotian cudgel down, making direct contact with Dongfang Feng's right leg.

"Bang...!"

"Crack...!"

Two powerful energies collided, producing a thunderous boom.

"Aaaah...!"

Immediately after, a crisp sound of bone breaking rang out. Dongfang Feng let out a shrill scream. His right knee was smashed to pieces on the spot. His body completely lost its balance, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"Look! This guy Yang Lingchen is beating someone up again."

"Holy crap! The one being beaten is actually Dongfang Feng."

"No way? It really is Dongfang Feng. This is too ridiculous, isn't it?"

The scene was quickly crowded with Disciples watching the commotion.

Yang Lingchen swung the staff again, hitting Eastern Sword's chest and knocking him to the ground.

"Hand over a million immortal spirit crystals, or I'll cripple you two pieces of trash," Yang Lingchen looked coldly at Eastern Sword and Dongfang Feng on the ground, his deep eyes filled with cold Killing Intent.

"Stinky brat, you're dead! You dare to sneak attack me?" Dongfang Feng's face was distorted, looking at Yang Lingchen with a venomous expression.

"Bang... Bang!"

"Fuck you." Yang Lingchen swung his staff and went on another wild smashing spree, completely breaking Dongfang Feng's four limbs in a short while... To be continued.