Chapter 053: Seeing Yun'er Again

The body that had just burst forth suddenly halted. At that moment, the sound of hand clapping rang in their ears, with strands of energy surging, extremely fierce, causing their eardrums to ache from the vibration.

"Come out!" Huang Bo's heart sank. His cold gaze swept toward the source of the sound, a hint of wariness deep in his eyes, then he shouted sharply.

"Impressive, impressive. Three grown men surrounding a girl—what thick skin you have..." A mocking voice suddenly rang out. Within their sight, a figure in a black robe walked slowly forward.

"It's you." Seeing the newcomer, Huang Hai was momentarily stunned, then a bone-chilling murderous intent surged across his face. He nearly ground his teeth as he hissed, endless venom churning.

"You really aren't afraid of death. Playing the hero to save the damsel isn't so easy. I advise you to leave while you can." Huang Bo's heart sank. He squinted at the black-robed man, his face turning cold.

"Big brother." Hearing Huang Bo's words, Huang Hai's heart tightened. He quickly whispered, his hatred for Yang Tian beyond words.

"Shut up!" Glaring at Huang Hai, Huang Bo turned his head. His cold, fierce gaze grew even icier as he barked, "If you leave now, it's still not too late. Otherwise..."

"Heh." Yang Tian shrugged, casting a contemptuous glance at Huang Hai's venomous stare. Then his gentle gaze fell on Xing Yun'er. He said with a faint smile, "I know her. You can leave now."

"What a lucky girl, to have obtained a legacy." At this moment, Yang Tian noticed the crystal ball in Yun'er's hand and couldn't help but praise. Although there were many legacies on Martial Arts Mountain, those who could obtain one were exceedingly rare.

"Is he Brother Yang..." Her heart trembled. Staring at Yang Tian's familiar silhouette, she could see many familiar traces in his movements.

"Arrogant!" Huang Bo's face turned completely cold. His fists clenched with a crackling sound. At the same time, a terrifying aura surged skyward, pressing against the space until it whimpered.

"You two capture the girl. Leave him to me." Huang Bo shouted coldly. His body suddenly shot forward like a gust of wind, surging toward Yang Tian.

"Don't worry, big brother." Huang Hai's gaze was entirely fixed on Xing Yun'er. He and the man beside him launched their attack simultaneously, their energy bursting forth, clothes flapping.

"Kid, since you meddle in our affairs, leave your life here today!" In an instant, he was upon Yang Tian. A blue-glowing fist smashed toward Yang Tian's chest.

"You talk too big." Snorting coldly, Yang Tian watched the incoming fist. A slight curve appeared on his face. He shot out a fist like lightning, and a red fist imprint burst forth, colliding with Huang Bo's fist.

Bang! A low sound rang out. Huang Bo's arm bent slightly, pain flashing across his face. A faint sound of bone cracking followed. At that moment, his body shot backward.

"Since you're here, don't go back." Shaking his head slightly, Yang Tian stomped his foot, his body surging toward Huang Bo. At the same time, his palm curled slightly, and a suction force burst forth.

Bang! The retreating body suddenly stiffened. Under this force, it swayed slightly. His eyes changed color as he watched Yang Tian's approaching form. A blue long spear suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Another peak Mysterious Artifact. These people are really wealthy." Seeing Huang Bo produce a long spear, Yang Tian shook his head helplessly. He cast a somewhat covert glance at the distant battlefield.

Two figures attacked Yun'er in succession. Although Yun'er's qi and blood far surpassed theirs, her combat method was clearly lacking. This advantage was quickly suppressed.

Clang! The long spear vibrated, spear energy filling the vacuum, its power continuously rising. Huang Bo stared at Yang Tian with a solemn gaze. Bare-handed, he would be killed by Yang Tian in a few moves. He dared not be careless toward the black-robed man before him.

"Kid, worry about yourself!" Seeing Yang Tian's distracted look, Huang Bo's heart burned with rage. His qi and blood surged wildly. A ten-foot-long blue spear energy shot forward like a bolt of silk, sweeping horizontally.

Yang Tian suddenly swung his fist. Strands of red qi and blood coiled around it. He punched into the blue spear energy, like an indestructible iron spear, directly tearing the spear light apart. The bolt of energy was pierced through by his fist.

The terrifying offensive startled the two in the distance. They stared at the black-robed man in disbelief. This power, simple and direct, was almost comparable to a Saint-level figure.

"Where did this kid come from?" Huang Bo's face changed drastically. A jade slip suddenly appeared in his palm. He crushed it instantly. Strange energy spread, causing the space to ripple slightly.

"Not good." Seeing this, Yang Tian's pupils contracted. He quickly surged toward Huang Bo, all the qi and blood in his body bursting forth. On his fist, red light spread, and starlight shot out.

"Get lost!" Huang Bo roared angrily. His arm suddenly writhed, muscles twisting, blood vessels nearly bursting. As his arm grew larger, a fierce aura continuously shot out.

"Mountain-Breaking Fist!" He bellowed. His arm, now three times larger, bulged with sinews. On his fist, dazzling blue light shot out, pressing the vacuum until it exploded, smashing toward Yang Tian's fist.

Bang! The fierce energy clashed. Mud splattered on the ground. The spreading residual force tore apart the surrounding ancient trees, like a tornado sweeping through the entire scene.

Crack! Bones kept breaking. A tattered figure flew backward. The two nearby stared in shock at Huang Bo's miserable state, especially the claw mark on his chest, which went deep into the bone.

Dust flew everywhere. The black-robed man slowly walked out. Looking at the claw mark on Huang Bo's chest, a smile curved on Yang Tian's face. He patted Xiao Bai, who lay in his arms.

"Quick, go!" The body lying on the ground suddenly stood up. Without any hesitation, it shot backward, leaving behind a burst of roaring.

"Want to leave? Did you ask me?" Smiling coldly, Yang Tian was like a gust of wind. In a few breaths, he appeared before Huang Bo. At the same time, Yang Tian struck down with his palm, a sharp blade of light surging toward Huang Bo's head.

Bang! A terrified gaze fixed on the light blade. Flesh and blood flew from Huang Bo's head, and crimson blood sprayed into the air.

"He killed my big brother... killed my big brother..." Fearful eyes fell on Huang Bo's body. Huang Hai's mind went blank. Endless panic spread through his entire body.

Just as he was terrified, a jade-green longsword slashed down like a biting cold wind, directly severing Huang Hai's arm.

"Ah—you bitch." His expression froze for a moment, then a venomous curse resounded through heaven and earth. Huang Hai's eyes fixed on the still-twitching arm on the ground, an indescribable malice assaulting his mind.

Her pretty face stiffening, Yun'er's eyes flickered with ruthlessness as she stared at Huang Hai's contorted features. She thrust her longsword upward again.

"Stop!" A furious shout exploded in the distance. Several figures raced toward them at lightning speed, the howling wind cracking like thunder.

"So strong." Yang Tian stared at the three approaching figures. Each was more formidable than any member of the Jiang family, especially the leading black shadow, from whom he sensed an extreme danger.

"Yun'er, go!" Without hesitation, Yang Tian barked. His palm curled slightly as several fierce palm strikes descended through the air, accompanied by gusts of wind.

"No!" Huang Hai and the other man roared, but the palm force locked onto them, sending them flying and shattering the bones in their bodies.

"You really are Brother Yang..." Hearing his voice, Yun'er's pretty face froze. She murmured to herself, a trace of joy spreading across her jade-like countenance, blooming like a lotus in full splendor.

"Killing my Outer Valley disciples and still trying to flee." The leading black shadow seemed to have activated some secret technique, his speed instantly surging, leaving the other two far behind. In a few breaths, he stood before Yang Tian.

A black-clad youth of about fifteen or sixteen, with an aquiline nose and thin lips, exuded an abnormally terrifying vitality. A chill often flickered in his eyes, sending a shiver down one's spine and imposing a powerful pressure.

"This is a legacy." Upon arriving, the black-clad youth's gaze fixed on the crystal ball in Yun'er's hand. The spreading energy ripples stirred his greed. However, when his eyes swept over Yun'er's pretty face, a deeply concealed wariness appeared.

"Such a strong person. Could he be a Saint-level figure?" Yang Tian's gaze turned solemn as he looked at the black-clad youth. His aura surged instantly.

"Brother Yang, his name is Huang Li, a Saint-level disciple of the Yellow Dragon Valley." Yun'er seemed to recognize him. She whispered in Yang Tian's ear, her pretty face tensing.

"Yellow Dragon Valley." Yang Tian's brow furrowed slightly. The Yellow Dragon Valley was a top-tier force in the Eastern Continent, its reputation no weaker than the Ancient Huangfu Li family, and its position in the Eastern Continent was unshakable.

"Hand over the legacy in your hand, and I'll pretend today never happened. Otherwise, you'll both die." Huang Li glanced at the three dead men on the ground, his expression flickering with uncertainty. Then he fixed his eyes on the legacy in Yun'er's hand and smiled faintly.

"I..." Yun'er tightened her grip on the crystal ball. Her beautiful eyes fell on the three men watching eagerly, then turned to the black-clad youth beside her. Biting her silver teeth hard, she tossed the crystal ball out.

Seeing Yun'er's action, excitement flickered in Huang Li's eyes, and his fists clenched. But just as the joy surged, his expression slowly froze.

"Silly girl, do you think he'll let us go if you hand over the legacy?" Watching Yun'er throw the legacy, Yang Tian was momentarily stunned. He quickly grabbed her jade hand and scolded her with a smile.

"Oh..." Seized by a domineering palm, Yun'er's heart tightened, then raced with a flurry of beats, a flush of crimson spreading across her delicate cheeks, tinged with a hint of panic.

"Uh... cough... cough." Sensing the faint tremor in her jade hand, Yang Tian noticed Yun'er's bashful expression and quickly released his grip, his face flushing with embarrassment as he cleared his throat.

"Giggle." As the warmth faded, Yun'er stared blankly at her jade hand, a wave of disappointment washing over her heart. Then, lifting her eyelids slightly, she caught sight of his awkward demeanor and couldn't help but let out a silvery laugh.

Ahead of them, watching the flirtatious scene, the three youths' faces grew colder, their hearts seething with boundless fury.

"Yun'er, stay close to me. Don't hand over the inheritance to them under any circumstances." Fixing his gaze on the three ahead, noting their icy expressions, Yang Tian smiled and stepped forward a few paces.

"Mm, Brother Yang, rest assured. Yun'er won't give them the inheritance." Gazing at the black-robed youth shielding her, a glint of joy flickered in Yun'er's eyes, her brows arching into crescents.

"Boy, don't end up losing your life before you even get the girl." A gloomy stare locked onto the black-robed man, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth as he spoke slowly.

"Heh, no need for you to worry about that. If you want the inheritance, come and take it—if you have the skill. Just don't end up losing your own life before you get it." Shrugging his shoulders, Yang Tian replied with a faint smile.

"Sharp-tongued brat!" Clenching his fists, Huang Li's face twisted with ferocity.

Swish! Swish!

Huang Li's figure flickered in an instant, swift as a ghost, appearing beside Yang Tian. On his palm, several eerie yellow lights danced, distorting the vacuum. A fierce, explosive force surged as he slashed viciously at Yang Tian's vital points.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Yang Tian unleashed three consecutive punches, his surging blood energy erupting fully, shattering the treacherous black rays. The rebounding shockwaves forced Yang Tian to stagger back a step.

"No wonder he's a Saint-level figure." Clenching his fist, a tingling numbness coursed through his palm. If not for his freakish physique, anyone else would have had their hand shattered.

"Boy, with such meager skills, you still try to play the hero saving the damsel? Leave your life here today." Huang Li sneered coldly, while behind him, the other two attacked Yun'er.

"I'm afraid you're not qualified." With a cold laugh, a terrifying surge of blood energy erupted from within him, wind howling. Yang Tian's body glowed with a crimson light, a river of blood energy churning above his head as an aura began to stir.

"Not bad." Huang Li clenched his fist, muttering under his breath. The vitality radiating from his body grew increasingly astonishing, the space around him cracking under pressure, exuding an air of unrivaled dominance.

Huang Li's gaze was piercing, as if a mountain hung above his head. The earthy yellow light continuously suppressed Yang Tian's aura, the vacuum warping violently.

"Lesser Huangji Hand!" Suddenly, he barked, and a massive earthy yellow hand appeared above Yang Tian, its fierce gale swaying the vacuum as it grabbed at the blood river floating over Yang Tian's head.