Chapter 144: Hong Ying, Hong Xue

In a mountain range, just as Yang Tian slapped a disciple of the Ancient Desolate Li Clan to death, his figure flickered and he immediately left the range, searching for disciples of the Ancient Sacred Ground. These days, every time he killed someone, he changed locations without stopping.

After three days of slaughter, Yang Tian's whole body exuded a bloody smell. In a mountain stream, he crouched in a hidden spot, watching two people ahead.

"Have you heard? Yang Tian's girlfriend was captured by the elders yesterday. Now Yang Tian is in for it." One of the disciples, with a shifty-eyed look, sneered maliciously.

"Girlfriend?" In the distance, hearing their conversation, a hint of confusion flickered in Yang Tian's eyes. He scratched his head. What girlfriend did he have?

"I heard she's pretty good-looking, and there are two girls. Tsk tsk... Yang Tian sure is lucky in love." Another disciple laughed heartily, a look of satisfaction spreading across his face.

"Two girls?" Hearing this, Yang Tian frowned. His gaze flickered for a moment, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Whoosh! Without hesitation, his figure suddenly blurred, and Yang Tian appeared directly before them, his cold gaze fixed on them.

"Yang Tian... run... run fast..." Seeing this, the two were terrified and fled directly. Yang Tian had already killed nearly ten of their companions; they had no thought of resistance.

"Get back here!" Yang Tian's palm suddenly struck forward. Surging energy burst out, a crimson beam like a ribbon, stirring up storms around, directly blasting the two bodies away.

"Tell me, what were you just saying? What girlfriend?" Stepping forward step by step, Yang Tian's gaze was fierce, staring at the two whimpering bodies as he barked.

"I... I don't know..." The two disciples showed terror on their faces and screamed in panic. Although they had just advanced to Tongxuan, they had no room to resist against Yang Tian.

"Bang!" Without wasting words, Yang Tian punched, directly blasting the body of the one beside him into pieces.

"You... you..." The shifty-eyed young man was startled, his lower body instantly wet. His pupils fixed on Yang Tian, revealing infinite fear.

"Answer me, or die!" Yang Tian's gaze was sharp, his voice deep and devoid of emotion, like a peerless ferocious beast.

The shifty-eyed man, with terror spreading in his eyes, blurted out: "It's... it's a... called... Hong... Hong Ying..."

"Bastard!" Yang Tian's face suddenly darkened. A hint of mad killing intent seeped out, his small face instantly twisted, and his icy voice revealed boundless murderousness.

A girl with a ponytail appeared in his mind—a naive girl, captured by the Ancient Sacred Ground to blackmail Yang Tian.

"You... what are you going to do?" The shifty-eyed man's body trembled, looking at Yang Tian's ferocious face, a piercing chill rising within him.

After a long while, Yang Tian slowly calmed his inner rage. His cold gaze glanced at him and he said slowly, "Where are they?"

"If I tell you... can you..."

"Ah—" A scream resounded through the sky, lingering in the space. Yang Tian crushed his calf with a stomp.

"If you want a quick death, speak. If you dare to bargain again, I'll crush every bone in your body one by one and feed them to the beasts." Yang Tian crouched down, his fierce gaze fixed on him as he spoke slowly.

"I'll talk... I'll talk..." He was terrified and pointed behind him: "About twenty li behind here, Hong Ying and Hong Xue are both in the hands of the elders."

"Good... very good..." Yang Tian glanced in the direction behind, then directly took out the Golden Crow Divine Furnace and threw the shifty-eyed young man inside.

With all this, Yang Tian's face was dark and gloomy. Hong Ying had saved his life, and Yang Tian had no choice but to rescue her. In a lifetime, one must always guard something.

"Go take a look first, then decide." At the moment of Yang Tian's silence, Yang Xiao spoke slowly. If this knot in his heart remained untied, Yang Tian's future path to becoming a strong warrior would be hard to complete.

"Thank you, Uncle Xiao." Nodding, Yang Tian's figure flickered and dashed forward in the direction ahead.

Twenty li away, four youths sat cross-legged on the ground. Behind them, two slender figures were bound together by a golden chain.

"Sister, do you think Brother Yang Tian will come?" Hong Ying's gaze wandered, her crystal nose twitching, and a mist spread in her dark eyes.

"I don't know. Do you want him to come?" At this, Hong Xue shook her head slightly, a complex look in her beautiful eyes. The boy who had been on the verge of death had snatched the Yuanling Fruit, and then caused an uproar in Zhenyao City. A boy with no backing had thrown the superpowers into chaos, even cursing a half-emperor. This was the useless boy Hong Ying had saved.

Now, because of Yang Tian, the Hong family had nearly vanished from Zhenyao City. She didn't know whether to hate him or admire him.

"I don't know. That bad guy just now was so strong, he hurt Father directly. Brother Yang Tian can't beat them." Hong Ying buried her head, both hoping Yang Tian would come and not wanting him to, deeply conflicted.

"Those people all deserve to die!" Hong Xue gritted her silver teeth, her face instantly turning icy. She had seen a young man take down everyone in their family.

"Hehe, what are you two chatting about? I heard you badmouthing Elder." Wang Mo walked over, his face full of arrogance.

"Traitor, get lost!" Hong Xue cast a cold glance at Wang Mo, a sneer appearing on her face as she scolded him directly.

Looking at them, Wang Mo's face slowly darkened. His lecherous gaze roamed over their slender bodies. "Don't be stubborn with me. The Elder promised me that once we capture Yang Tian, you'll both be mine, both mine."

"Hmph, look at yourself, worse than a beggar. As a martial artist, groveling before these people—you're nothing but an animal." Hong Xue sneered coldly at Wang Mo.

"You bitch!" Rage flared in Wang Mo's heart. His gloomy eyes fixed on Hong Xue, then he glanced at the surrounding youths, shot a cold look at Hong Xue, and stepped back.

About a thousand zhang away, Yang Tian looked at the figures ahead. When he noticed Hong Ying and the other, his heart clenched.

"It's you... Wang Mo!" Seeing a familiar young man, a piercing murderous intent flashed in Yang Tian's eyes. He regretted not killing him back then.

"Uncle Xiao, what do you think?" After a moment of silence, Yang Tian said slowly.

"That War King I injured earlier is ahead." Yang Xiao's expression was grave. His soul body had consumed too much energy and wasn't fit for prolonged combat.

"Then what do we do?"

"That old man hasn't fully recovered from his injuries. I can stall him, but the person beside him is no simple foe. Can you handle him?" Yang Xiao's face was serious.

"Tongxuan eighth heaven. I'll have to fight even if it means mutual destruction." Yang Tian gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Good, let's fight it out." Nodding, Yang Xiao laughed heartily.

The few people ahead were talking with heads lowered, speculating whether Yang Tian would come. As they discussed, a faint sound of footsteps slowly arose.

"Tap, tap..." In the distance, a youth walked slowly, gradually appearing in everyone's sight. His face instantly hardened, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"Old bastard, come out!" A furious shout, laced with piercing murderous intent, resounded through the sky!