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Of the ten cultivators, all of them, with the exception of three, had died.

The seven Royal Cultivators, after their Nascent Souls left their bodies, wanted to teleport to Wang Yongkang's side. However, the grey light in the air flickered again and again, and every time it flickered, one of its Nascent Souls would be caught in its hands. In the blink of an eye, other than one cultivator who reacted exceptionally fast and escaped the Xiao Hui's pursuit, the other six Nascent Souls were all captured by the Xiao Hui.

The Xiao Hui's figure flashed, landing on Han Yan's shoulder, and laughed at the fleeing Nascent Soul: "Not bad, you're the first cultivator that can escape in front of me, the Xiao Hui …"

After the Nascent Soul heard this, its body trembled and its aura became unstable. It seemed to be on the verge of collapsing. It was clearly very angry and almost lost its mind. Wang Yongkang reacted quickly and unleashed a burst of Qi to stabilize his emotions. He then turned around and looked at the three clansmen who had exhausted their spirit power. He snorted coldly and said, "A group of trash, get the hell back here."

The Xiao Hui laughed and agreed: "They are indeed a group of trash. So many people were unable to harm my boss, what else could they be if not trash?" With that, he opened his mouth, threw the seven Nascent Souls into it and began to chew.

Hearing this, many cultivators couldn't help but chuckle. Their gazes all landed on Wang Yongkang, and they wanted to know how he, one of the three great experts of the Ten Directions Continent, would handle this situation.

Wang Yongkang's face immediately darkened, he stared angrily at Han Yan, and said solemnly: "Good, good, good …" He said three good words consecutively but didn't say a single word. It could be seen how enraged he was at the moment. After saying those three words, Wang Yongkang took a deep breath in, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said: "If I let you leave this place alive today, I wouldn't be called Wang Yongkang." How could he not be angry? Originally, he thought that the ten cultivators would be able to easily kill Han Yan. It would be fine if one or two died, but seven at once. One had to know that losing seven elemental infant stage cultivator was equivalent to losing more than half of their clan's strong warriors.

At this time, Dong Guang, who had been looking at Han Yan, suddenly felt his heart thump. Then, he thought of something, and his expression kept changing. He thought for a long time, but ultimately did not speak. At this moment, Dong Guang had already recognized the other party's identity, and knew that the person who possessed Zhao Wuji was very likely to be the Han Yan he had killed back then. However, under these circumstances, even if he were to rot the secret in his stomach, he still could not reveal it. After all, Han Yan came from the Tianming Sect, and he had killed so many Royal Rankers. If Wang Yongkang targeted his own anger towards him, even if he had ten thousand lives, he wouldn't be able to withstand Wang Yongkang's killing.

Just as Wang Yongkang wanted to take action, he suddenly saw Li Xiaoyao revealing a faint smile, his brows tensed up, and said: "Brother Li, are you really not going to ask about this?" Although he was angry, he did not lose his reason because of his anger. If he really were to make a move against Han Yan, he would not be able to protect his son. If Wang Zhenyu fell into Li Xiaoyao's hands, even if the successor of the Limen Clan, Li Wanyu died, the Royal Family would not be able to contend against him.

Li Xiaoyao's brows twitched, and said: "Brother Wang, if you want to kill him, just do it, why did you need to pull me along?" Although he said that, he actually had the thought of capturing Wang Zhenyu. If Li Wanyu was truly dead, then he would instantly subdue him. In that case, the Royal Family would also be unable to replace the position of the Limen Clan on the continent.

The two Rank three old monsters both had their own thoughts. On the surface, they appeared to be safe and sound and were secretly guarding against each other.

Wang Yongkang did not believe Li Xiaoyao's words. He snorted and said: "Brother Li, I'll leave my son to you. If anything happens to him, even if I have to put my life on the line, I will make the person who killed my son pay a heavy price." His voice was ice-cold and emitted a faint killing intent. He was clearly warning Li Xiaoyao, if he really dared to make a move, then he would have to fight to the death!

Li Xiaoyao's gaze hardened, and he immediately said: "Brother Wang, you can rest assured. I will put more emphasis on the overall situation."

The surrounding crowd hurriedly moved to the side, waiting for the battle to begin. Many cultivators were already sure of the outcome of the battle. The opponent was only Cultivator In Golden Pill Stage, although he was skilled in spells, he was still able to kill beyond his cultivation level. No one believed that he had the ability to kill Wang Yongkang. A Rank three cultivator already understood the heavens and the earth, and was simply not someone that a cultivator who had yet to reach the Nascent Soul stage could kill. Everyone only wanted to see how long Han Yan could endure under Wang Yongkang's attacks.

Amongst the crowd, someone couldn't help but ask: "Brother Zhang, how long do you think he will be able to last?" The him in his words, was precisely Han Yan.

Without even thinking about it, the cultivator said: "If he did not rely on that Confusion Flag, he would not have been able to withstand the attacks of the ten cultivators. Even if he had such a treasure, he wouldn't be able to fully grasp it with his current cultivation. He would at most be able to lay down 800 defensive formation s. A Rank one expert can break through more than five hundred defensive formation s, and with just a thought, Elder Wang's cultivation is deep, and he will at most be able to kill him within five breaths' time. "

The cultivator next to him let out a cold snort and said, "It would be hard even if he could last five breaths of time. In my opinion, it would be good if he could last three breaths of time."

The cultivator from before smiled and said, "I also think that he won't be able to last three breaths." After saying that, he saw that Wang Yongkang had already walked to the front of Han Yan, his eyes congealed, and he immediately said: "It's begun."

Wang Yongkang's gaze was ice-cold and his body was emitting an enormous aura. This aura was extremely dense and was enough to destroy the heaven and earth. His clothes began to violently flutter in the absence of wind. Suddenly, he raised his right hand and quickly formed a hand seal. With a flash of the white light in front of him, an enormous amount of energy quickly condensed, finally forming a palm-sized electrosphere. The electrosphere was entirely white, and while it was flashing with lightning, it released a crackling sound, releasing a huge Qi from the electrosphere.

Everyone's eyes landed on the electrosphere, all of them felt their bodies tremble, all of the spirit energy in their bodies froze, unable to use any techniques.

Sensing the electrosphere's might, everyone's heart thumped for a moment. They were shocked on the inside, "The difference between elemental infant stage cultivator and Rank one monk is indeed very large." Rank one monk, after entering the Ninth Heaven, used the same technique, but the technique contained the power of the Ninth Heaven. This kind of power was a deadly threat to cultivators that hadn't even reached the Nascent Soul stage yet.

Seeing everyone's reactions, Wang Yongkang laughed proudly, the Qi around his body suddenly increased, and instantly enveloped the entire plaza. For a time, the only sound that could be heard was the howling of the wind as strong gales blew across the sky. Each gale contained an astonishing amount of energy. The killing intent in Wang Yongkang's eyes grew thicker as he stared at Han Yan and said coldly, "This old man doesn't need to use lightning to kill you. "If you can withstand this old man's Nine Heavens Squall, then I'll let you die a quick death." He formed a seal with his right hand after saying this, and as he moved faster and faster, he shouted in a low voice, "Nine heavens of astral winds, appear …"

The violent winds on the plaza suddenly stopped, and in an instant, all was quiet.

Just when everyone was perplexed as to why the gale had stopped, the wind suddenly blew again. This time, the wind was much more violent than before. The originally formless gales suddenly formed into many black long blades. The blade was only half an inch long, and when the sunlight shone on it, it emitted a cold light. If one did not use divine sense to examine it, and only used their eyes to examine it, they would think that it wasn't a spell but a real magic treasure.

The Nine Heavens Squall could only be used by cultivators after they had reached the nascent soul stage, because it only appeared in the Nine Heavens Squall. Only cultivators who experienced the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulations and the astral winds that didn't die were able to slowly comprehend it during life and death and finally cast it. However, it consumed a lot of spirit power to cast this spell. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be used so easily without a deep grudge.

The sound of the wind became louder and louder. Countless black lights flashed in the sky above the plaza. Each time they flickered, astral winds would form and move at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, the sky transformed into 100 strong winds. Wang Yongkang's wrist slightly moved, he released a technique in front of him, and at the same time said fiercely: "Fall." Under his control, the astral winds abruptly descended from the sky and floated before him, forming a complicated sword formation.

All of the hundred astral winds pointed towards Han Yan, emitting a humming sound. An aura that could destroy the world was released from the astral winds, corresponding to Wang Yongkang's aura. After everyone sensed the presence, they couldn't help but tremble and no longer had any thoughts of resisting. If these elemental infant stage cultivator were like this, then there would be even more Cultivator In Golden Pill Stage s.

The moment the astral wind appeared, Cultivator In Golden Pill Stage spat out a mouthful of blood. Adding Han Yan's previous shockwave, he had already suffered a serious injury. Therefore, those Cultivator In Golden Pill Stage s hurriedly flew away from the plaza without thinking. They floated in the air a few kilometers away, not daring to take another step closer.

These Cultivator In Golden Pill Stage were shocked, they could not understand, although their cultivation were the same as Han Yan's, they almost lost their lives under the astral winds, what technique did cultivate, was actually not affected at all. These people had their suspicions in their hearts, but no one left. Watching from afar, they also wanted to know how long Han Yan could last under the spell of a Rank three powerhouse.

After the astral wind descended, Wang Yongkang still did not attack. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot. His entire body became frantic as he shouted, "Gather!" Following the sound, the hundred strong winds flashed with black light and the Qi emitted from them quickly increased at an astonishing speed. Afterwards, it turned into a formless energy that spread out in all directions.

Under this aura, the surrounding elemental infant stage cultivator's faces darkened. Someone suddenly shouted, "Hurry and get out of the way." All the elemental infant stage cultivator transformed into a streak of light and shot into the sky. They flew very quickly, afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would be killed by this formless aura.1

The three Rank one monk s watched for a moment before sighing. They too, flew into the sky.

For a time, the sky above the plaza flashed with flowing lights as streams of magnificent light soared into the sky. In the blink of an eye, there were only four people left on the plaza. Other than Wang Yongkang and the other three Rank three Rankers, there was one more person who had yet to leave. She, was Xiao Yuyao. Xiao Yuyao's gaze stayed on Han Yan's body the entire time. He no longer saw his original arrogant expression and his face was covered with tears. He looked extremely pitiful and it was hard for people to resist the urge to hug him and take care of him.

A breath of air pounced over, causing Xiao Yuyao's body to tremble as she spat out a mouthful of blood.

When Han Yan saw this, he felt pain in his heart. He quickly increased his spirit energy and shouted loudly: "Yao'er, quickly leave, I'm fine …"

Xiao Yuyao bit his lower lip and shook his head lightly. It was as if they had already decided to die together with Han Yan in this plaza.

Han Yan's heart warmed, and he shouted again: "Hurry up and go, I'm really fine, he still can't kill me." After saying that, he saw that Xiao Yuyao no longer had any intention to leave, and quickly spoke to the Xiao Hui on his shoulder: "Quickly bring her away."

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