"What?!"
The sudden appearance of this figure clearly caught Ling Ying off guard.
Turning back in shock, he saw the shattered body of Xiao Yan, beheaded by a single blow.
"You deserve to die!!!"
Shocked, Ling Ying flew into a rage, and with reckless abandon, he slammed the suddenly appearing figure with a palm strike.
Without a chance to resist, without even a scream, the figure that had just killed Xiao Yan exploded in the air like a watermelon.
Blood sprayed for several meters, staining the surrounding plants and trees.
Unfortunately, all this only served to vent his anger, for Xiao Yan was already dead, beyond death!
"How dare you turn your back on me? You're courting death!"
A cold shout from behind sobered Ling Ying's fury.
In that instant, seeing Xiao Yan, whom his mistress had repeatedly warned him to protect, slain, Ling Ying was completely overwhelmed by rage and terror.
By the time he came to his senses, it was too late...
Boom!
An overwhelming force erupted from behind, sending Ling Ying flying.
Feeling as if struck by an ancient dragon, Ling Ying spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body seemingly falling apart.
"Damn it! Escape!"
In an instant, that was the only thought left in his mind.
"Shadow Clone Technique! Escape!"
Han Feng was about to pursue the enemy, but Ling Ying suddenly transformed into countless shadows, dispersing in all directions, leaving him with no way of distinguishing his true form...
"Hmph! You're a fast runner!"
Ignoring his own subordinate who had been crushed by the enemy, Han Feng watched the disappearing shadows with a gloomy expression. Finally, he could only snort coldly. He then located Xiao Yan's body, lifted it up, and flew towards the battlefield between Yao Lao and the guardian Wu.
However, what he didn't know was that, amidst the blood where Xiao Yan's head had been, an ancient jade radiating a strange brilliance lay quietly...
Through the blood, the strange patterns on the jade's surface flickered, then faded, as if breathing.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and seized the ancient jade...
"Could this... be the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade?"
The owner of the hand, Mo Tang, gazed at the jade, his heart trembling violently. This
object, so eagerly sought by the two most powerful factions on the continent, the Soul Clan and the Ancient Clan, lay quietly in his hands. The very thought sent a turbulent wave through Mo Tang's heart.
"This truly is a death warrant..."
If anyone knew he possessed the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade, belonging to the Xiao family, Mo Tang feared he would even be hunted down by Dou Sheng-level masters...
The thought sent a chill through him!
"Damn! This thing, unless I can become a peak Dou Sheng, it's better not to show it..."
Mo Tang made a secret decision in his heart while quickly putting the Ancient Emperor Jade into his storage ring.
Fortunately, the Ancient Emperor Jade itself does not emit any aura, otherwise Xiao Yan would not be able to wear it on his body all the time without being discovered.
Unless someone appeared in front of Mo Tang with another Ancient Emperor Jade, this thing would be no different from an ordinary piece of jade, which is why he dared to carry it on his body.
Of course, in addition to the Ancient Emperor Jade being a pleasant surprise, Mo Tang's main target now is the two storage rings in Xiao Yan's hands.
One of them is the black ring that Yao Lao possessed. Mo Tang didn't dare to take it now, after all, Yao Lao was still there. So he directly took off the storage ring that belonged to Xiao Yan.
"Hey, the remaining map of the Pure Lotus Demon Fire, the Three Thousand Thunders, the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill... and Xiao Yan's Cyan Lotus Seat and Earth Fire Lotus Seed, all belong to me now!"
At the auction, the remaining map of the Pure Lotus Demon Fire was snatched by Xiao Yan, the Three Thousand Thunders were taken by the Black Skull Tomb, and the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon Pill was snatched by the Sky Snake Mansion...
But in the end, both items were hijacked by the Blood Clan, who had already prepared to act as robbers.
Neither the Blood Clan nor Fan Ling could have imagined that before he could truly enjoy his prey, he would be shot by a hunter who suddenly appeared and died.
But in the end, Xiao Yan, who became a hunter, could not escape Mo Tang's secret plan. He was suddenly rushed out by Han Feng, the hungry tiger, and torn into pieces...
"In the end, isn't all of this still mine..."
Squinting his eyes, looking at the sky in the distance that was occupied by three colors: dark white, pitch black, and sea blue, the smile on Mo Tang's mouth grew bigger and bigger...
Without rushing to pay attention to the scene of the three-way battle, Mo Tang came to the side of the Qianyaofang manager who was crushed by Ling Ying.
Although there was only a piece of blood and flesh on the ground, Mo Tang still dug out the other party's storage ring from it without disgust.
After all, it was a storage ring of a Douling level strongman, and it should have some good things in it...
"Breath-Resisting Pill? Or a fifth-grade Breath-Resisting Pill? No wonder this guy was able to sneak attack Xiao Yan under Ling Ying's nose without being discovered. I didn't expect him to have such a treasure!"
Mo Tang's eyes suddenly lit up, his heart brimming with joy. A
pill of this caliber must have been crafted by Han Feng.
He hadn't expected him to give such a high-grade, precious elixir to a Douling subordinate. Perhaps it was a pre-arranged backup plan.
And it just so happened to come in handy...
"With this, I'll be even more confident going forward!"
Mo Tang's eyes flashed, and he poured a brown pill from the bottle, swallowing it without hesitation.
In an instant, Mo Tang felt a complete absence of any aura emanating from his body, as if he were a mere, cold corpse...
"As expected of a fifth-grade pill, its effects are truly powerful!"
With a sigh of admiration, Mo Tang immediately began to run through the jungle towards the battlefield.
Above...
Yao Lao's condition was gravely ill. His once solid form had become ethereal, even appearing somewhat transparent.
Across from them, not far away, the guardian Wu stood suspended in mid-air. A massive ball of black light hovered above his withered palm, and within it, a faint soul force condensed…
"Hehehe, Yao Chen, do you see that? This is the soul of your disciple. It's a little weak, but don't worry, I'll bring it back to the Soul Palace, and together with you, we'll refine it into the purest soul force…"
Yao Lao's eyes flickered slightly. He knew that, with his current severe injuries, he no longer had much strength to resist the combined forces of these stinking rats and that traitor.
(End of this chapter)