“You truly look down on me!” Xu Chuan shook his head and said.
To think that he would try to block his attack with just a defensive formation?
Wasn't that a fool's dream?
“Break!”
A cold glint flashed in Xu Chuan’s eyes, and he unleashed a slash.
Since he had already made a move, there was no need to spare this person!
Boom!
With a roar, the entire formation creaked and groaned. The warship within the formation was on the verge of disintegration under Xu Chuan’s blade.
The Yin Yang Saint Son, seeing this from within the warship, trembled in fear.
Following that, Xu Chuan slashed again. The formation finally buckled under the strain and shattered.
As the formation broke, the residual force of the slash struck the warship.
The warship, which was already on the verge of disintegration, completely exploded.
Debris rained down, falling to the ground.
The Yin Yang Saint Son within it also fell out.
Then, he was directly caught by Xu Chuan’s hand, held like a chick.
“Yin Yang Saint Son, is it? Truly a piece of trash!”
Xu Chuan scoffed.
Honestly, this Yin Yang Saint Son was the most useless saint son Xu Chuan had ever encountered in his cultivation. He was all name and no substance!
He didn't even have the courage to fight him.
He had almost wet himself from fear!
Xu Chuan didn't know how to describe such a saint son.
“Let me go quickly! I am the Yin Yang Saint Son, how dare you treat me like this!”
Even while being held by Xu Chuan, the Yin Yang Saint Son put on a brave front, trying to intimidate Xu Chuan with his status.
However, Xu Chuan was unmoved!
“Saint Son, is it? I haven't killed one before!”
Saying this, Xu Chuan tightened his grip on the Yin Yang Saint Son’s neck. His entire face turned red, and he was on the verge of suffocating.
“Truly a piece of trash!”
Xu Chuan released his hand. The Yin Yang Saint Son fell from the sky and landed on the ground, gasping for air.
At this moment, his cultivation was sealed by Xu Chuan. He was like a mortal, at anyone’s mercy.
“Sect Master Leng, you decide how to deal with this Saint Son?”
Xu Chuan handed the decision to Leng Tianhan, not acting immediately.
“This…”
Leng Tianhan also snapped out of his shock and daze.
He was still bewildered by everything that had happened in such a short span of time.
How did the once high and mighty Yin Yang Saint Son become a captive in such a brief period?
“Just kill him!” Leng Tianhan said coldly.
The relationship between the Lingxiao Sect and the Yin Yang Holy Land had reached a point of irreconcilable conflict. Whether he lived or died, the Yin Yang Holy Land would retaliate. It was better to just kill the Yin Yang Saint Son and be done with it.
Hearing this, the Yin Yang Saint Son panicked.
How could these people from the Lingxiao Sect be so bold? They clearly didn't take his Yin Yang Holy Land seriously.
He, a dignified Saint Son, was to be killed just like that!
“No, you can’t kill me! My father is the Holy Lord of the Yin Yang Holy Land. If you kill me, you will all be buried with me!”
Even now, the Yin Yang Saint Son was still trying to threaten Xu Chuan with his identity.
But what kind of person was Xu Chuan? He was a ruthless individual who had cut off an arm of the Heavenly Origin Sect Master. Was he afraid of the threat from a mere trash saint son?
“Since Sect Master Leng said to kill him, then kill him!”
Immediately, Xu Chuan prepared to act, to send the Yin Yang Saint Son on his way.
“No, don’t!”
Hearing this, the Yin Yang Saint Son’s fear intensified.
He could see that Xu Chuan was truly going to kill him.
But Xu Chuan had no time for his pleas. He raised his sword and prepared to deliver the final blow.
However, just as Xu Chuan's blade was about to descend, an attack flew from afar, blocking Xu Chuan's descending saber.
“Insolent! How dare you bully my Holy Land’s Saint Son!”
A resonant voice boomed from afar, and an elder with an imposing presence, radiating majesty, rapidly flew from a distance, blocking in front of the Yin Yang Saint Son.
“Who are you?!”
Xu Chuan looked at the elder who had suddenly appeared with vigilance. He felt a strong sense of danger from this elder.
He had only felt this sensation from experts in the Heavenly King realm.
The Yin Yang Saint Son, seeing this elder, was overjoyed, a look of relief flashing across his face.
“Second Uncle, kill him!”
The Yin Yang Saint Son shouted. The near-death experience had almost made him wet himself. Now that his elder had arrived, his arrogance returned, and he incited the elder to kill Xu Chuan.
He knew that his second uncle was a cultivator at the second level of the Heavenly King realm, the person with the highest cultivation in the entire Yin Yang Holy Land besides the Holy Lord.
He couldn’t believe that Xu Chuan could defeat someone with such cultivation!
At the same time, he felt incredibly lucky. If his second uncle hadn't arrived in time, he would have been nothing but a corpse by now, and he wouldn't have had the chance to see Xu Chuan killed.
“Don’t worry, this brat will surely die today!”
“The entire Lingxiao Sect will pay for this!”
As expected of relatives from the same origin, this elder’s way of speaking and acting was identical to the Yin Yang Saint Son.
They both relied on their cultivation and the backing of their forces, acting without any regard for rules.
It was as if everyone in the Lingxiao Sect were mere pigs, easily killed!
Everyone in the Lingxiao Sect, including Leng Tianhan, now appeared to be in despair.
They hadn't expected the Yin Yang Holy Land to send one of their only two Heavenly King realm experts for a useless saint son.
No one present could withstand such a powerful cultivator!
Even Xu Chuan, who had previously descended like a god, gave them no hope.
“Is one at the second level of the Heavenly King realm so arrogant?”
Xu Chuan shook his head, feeling a hint of helplessness.
He beckoned, and Xuan Lie appeared in his hand.
“Stop sleeping and come out to do some real work!”
Xuan Lie slowly woke up. He had been sleeping soundly and was pulled out by Xu Chuan, still a little confused.
“What for?” Xuan Lie asked.
“Take care of him!” Xu Chuan pointed at the elder in the Heavenly King realm, his tone casual.
The Yin Yang Saint Son, seeing this, burst into laughter, as if he had witnessed a great joke.
“You think that talking turtle in your hand can defeat my second uncle?”
“Are you still asleep? Or have you been scared silly by my second uncle?”
The Yin Yang Saint Son mocked Xu Chuan to his heart’s content, completely oblivious to the fact that his second uncle, who had been composed moments ago, now wore a grave expression.
“You need me to deal with such a trivial matter? Can you handle it, young Xu?” Xuan Lie teased, stretching his limbs.
He still felt more comfortable in his turtle form. His human form felt quite awkward.
“Stop babbling. After dealing with him, we need to leave!” Xu Chuan said, a little exasperated. If he could defeat him, why would he call you?
No matter how formidable Xu Chuan was, his true cultivation was only at the first level of the Tongtian realm. Killing those at the peak of the Tongtian realm was his limit, and barely managing to spar with someone at the first level of the Heavenly King realm was already the extreme!
“Alright, watch this!” Xuan Lie stopped wasting words, returned to his normal size, and prepared to act.