Chapter 15: Momentum

This old man was Wang Feng, the vice-head of the Star Martial Hall. When his gaze shifted to the rat-faced man, his face instantly darkened, and his fists crackled as he clenched them. He snorted coldly, "Quite a skill, indeed."

"Heh, no matter how good, still not as good as you." Standing in the distance, the man glanced around at the group of aggressive people, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Speak. After killing so many of my hall's men, how do you wish to die?" Taking a deep breath, Wang Feng suddenly sneered, "I wonder how many legs you've grown today."

"To kill me, you're not qualified!" Yang Tian roared, and the dormant blood energy within him burst forth. The bloody river suddenly split into dozens of streams, surging in all directions. At the same time, Yang Tian's body shot backward.

"Haha, you think you can escape under my nose? Stay here today." Watching Yang Tian flee, Wang Feng shook his head disdainfully. He struck down several palm strikes from the air, dispersing the blood energy. Then his form strangely advanced five zhang forward, and after a series of afterimages, Wang Feng appeared before Yang Tian.

Yang Tian suddenly sneered. While running, a blazing sun had already condensed on his fist, its scorching heat several times stronger than before. The air hissed, the temperature terrifyingly high.

"Since you're following so closely, have a taste." A cold gaze swept over Wang Feng. Yang Tian raised an eyebrow, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth, and he let out a faint laugh.

As his words fell, Yang Tian punched out. The ferocious energy of the sun surged toward his opponent, its intensity several times greater than before.

"Not good. What martial skill is this?" Wang Feng's face changed drastically. With his seasoned experience, he reacted swiftly. His hand curled, and hastily gathered blood energy burst forth.

"Bang!" Dazzling light clashed. The residual gale tore apart several ancient trees, mud and sand splashing everywhere like a small storm. Explosions of sonic booms rang out, and a deep pit was gouged into the ground.

The blazing sun withstood Wang Feng's attack, but its energy was much weaker than before.

Yang Tian pushed his palm through the air, and a stream of blood energy, like a rapid current, struck the blazing sun.

"Sizzle." The blazing sun shattered countless air molecules, shooting like thunder into Wang Feng's chest.

"Crack... crack..." Wang Feng was knocked back, retreating dozens of steps. The ground cracked and spread outward under his feet. He only stopped after crashing into and breaking several large trees.

A trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. On Wang Feng's chest, beneath a large scorched patch, a glint of gold appeared.

"Hiss." As the dust cleared, the group watching from behind was shocked. Seeing Wang Feng with disheveled hair, they couldn't help but draw in a cold breath. When they saw the damage to his chest, a chill rose in their hearts. Without the protective armor, Wang Feng would likely have been severely injured.

Wang Feng, who was close to the Great Perfection of Blood Refining, had been forced back by Yang Tian. Even Wang Xing's mouth twitched. At the same time, his vicious gaze fell on Yang Tian, and an icy murderous intent seeped from his body.

"If this kid isn't killed today, he'll be a great disaster in the future." Wang Xing thought to himself, having made up his mind to kill Yang Tian.

The surrounding crowd shifted their gazes, staring at the pale-faced Yang Tian, a trace of fear rising in their hearts. "What a terrifying kid. What level of martial skill did he just use?"

"I estimate it's a Xuan-grade martial skill." The group showed greed. On the ground, there was a two-zhang-deep trench. For Yang Tian to unleash such destructive power with his strength, the skill's rank couldn't be lower than Xuan-grade.

"That old bastard was wearing armor. I let him off easy." Yang Tian gritted his teeth and said grimly. That strike had used all his strength, and most of his blood energy was depleted. For the coming battle, his chances of victory were less than one in ten.

"Kill him! His blood energy is running low; he's nearly spent!" Wang Feng roared, tearing off his shirt to reveal a gleaming golden armor. On the armor's heart guard, there was a barely noticeable dent.

"Attack together. He can't hold out much longer." Wang Xing's face twisted viciously as he released all his blood energy. With such cunning at his age and astonishing talent, if Yang Tian grew up, there would be no place for them in Kuangyun City.

Compared to the treasures of the Dragon Star Martial Hall, Yang Tian's growth was insignificant. Wang Xing had made up his mind to kill him; treasures were useless without life to enjoy them.

Seeing the murderous Wang Xing, the fear in the hearts of the Star Martial Hall disciples dissipated somewhat. They mustered their courage, gripped their weapons tightly, and charged forward.

Several figures attacked. Yang Tian swallowed a few healing pills, and the little blood energy left in him surged upward. A fighting spirit rose within him. He let out a long roar, his black hair flying wildly.

His bones and tendons vibrated, and the red light hovering above his head surged like a tide, resembling an erupting volcano.

"Kill!" Yang Tian's gaze was icy. He punched out, like a galloping steed, his red blood energy roaring, sending the foremost burly man flying.

Clang!

Fighting spirit roared. Yang Tian plunged into the enemy ranks like an enraged bull, continuously throwing punches, his imposing aura climbing steadily.

He continuously practiced the War Heaven Fist, dozens of red beams surrounding his body. An imperceptible momentum was quietly born.

"Condensing momentum?" Yang Tian's fists moved faster and faster as he charged through the enemy ranks. A momentum of 'with me, none can stand' kept rising. A hint of joy appeared on his young face: "Perhaps this is the mystery of the War Heaven Art. It is born for 'war'."

"Roar!" He looked up and roared, his whole body's energy surging. This momentum kept expanding, and his crimson eyes made them dare not meet his gaze.

An inexplicable panic quietly rose in their hearts. In their eyes, Yang Tian was like a mountain, unshakable.

"What are you afraid of? Kill him for me! He's done for. Even if he condenses momentum, he must die!" Wang Feng's face was cold. At such a young age, Yang Tian had touched upon momentum, greatly increasing his chances of sensing acupoints in the future. Then Yang Tian would definitely advance to the Martial Warrior realm.

His figure flickered repeatedly, and a jade-like hand struck Yang Tian's back.

Boom.

Yang Tian punched out, starlight bursting forth. But the surging blood energy continuously erupted, and Yang Tian was sent flying, crashing through several large trees, raising a cloud of dust. When he hit the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Swish! Seeing Yang Tian fall, several figures instantly attacked, sending out sharp gusts aimed at his vital points.

Puff puff.

Yang Tian's momentum plummeted. Cracks appeared on his powerful body, white bones faintly visible, showing the immense pain he endured.

"This kid... such a strong body." Wang Feng's face was extremely gloomy. Even if he had withstood several attacks, he wouldn't have fared better than Yang Tian. The murderous intent in his heart grew sharper. Yang Tian's growth was too terrifying, and a nameless chill suddenly rose in his heart.

"Cough, cough!" Yang Tian coughed blood. His cold gaze swept over the crowd ahead. He slammed his palm on the ground, spinning in the air, and struck out two fist seals.

"Bang! Bang!" The red light was as fast as lightning. The heads of the nearest men exploded, sending up a rain of blood, blood and bone splattering.

Two elite disciples fell. Wang Feng's eyes were wide with rage, wishing he could pounce and tear Yang Tian's flesh. These disciples had been trained with the hall's massive resources, and now Yang Tian had killed several of them.

"Yang Tian, you brat, you deserve to die!" Wang Feng roared, fully unleashing his Phantom Step technique. As an afterimage flashed, another bloody hole appeared on Yang Tian's body.

"Crack... crack..." Countless gusts struck. Yang Tian's clothes were tattered, his body covered in blood. Pools of blood on the ground were nearly coagulating into paste.

"Am I going to die here today?" He roared unwillingly in his heart. He didn't want to die. There were many things waiting for him: his parents to find, Lin Yuan to rescue. He couldn't die.

"No, I can't die like this." His heart throbbed. Yang Tian roared madly in his mind, his twisted face nearly contorted. A will to survive burned within him.

Atop a mountain peak, the towering ancient trees below pierced the clouds. The dense forest barely let sunlight through, making the mountain quite dark. Coupled with nameless beast roars, the place exuded a hair-raising aura.

Dozens of black-clad men moved through the mountain. The killing aura radiating from them seemed to freeze the surroundings. On their chests were embroidered the words "Demon Slayer."

On the mountain peak, a figure stood with hands behind his back. His bearing was heroic, and the blood energy dormant within him roared like a giant dragon, exuding dominance. On his resolute face, a trace of unease suddenly emerged.

"What's going on?" The black-clad man frowned slightly, muttering. This unease seemed to roar from the depths of his bloodline.

"Great Chief, they're here." A low voice rang out. Behind him, a man with "Demon Slayer" embroidered on his chest knelt on one knee.

"Finally here." Forcing down the unease in his heart, the Great Chief waved his hand. At the same time, his resolute face turned completely cold. The killing aura made even the kneeling man's heart tremble.

"Where is the Demon Slayer Legion?" A low shout quietly sounded. In the mountain, hidden shadows instantly emerged. Their gazes fell on the Great Chief, a fervor surging within them.

The Great Chief turned his head and coldly ordered, "Leave none alive!"

The icy voice slowly echoed. At the same time, a soaring killing aura rose, and a bloody light illuminated the dark mountain.

...

At that moment, his blood seemed to burn. In his sea of consciousness, countless 'War' characters shone brightly, like ten thousand horses galloping, the clang of war resounding. Threads of war sounds reached his mind, and Yang Tian seemed to hear the war cries of ancient humans battling alien races.

Killing shouts filled the sky. War sounds echoed through heaven and earth. Ancient ancestors fought, human heroes stained the sky with blood, driving away the hundred races, just to fight for a future. Even with blood staining the sky, their fighting spirit was immense. The peerless war soul was eternal!

Yang Tian seemed to see scenes of blood staining the outer realms, thousands of troops and horses slaughtering. His blood burned, dense 'War' characters leaped violently, and the clanging war sounds continuously entered his ears.