Chapter 617: The Meeting

"Get lost!" His hair danced, his voice thundered like a roar, and the Dao tone hummed. To outsiders, his soft rebuke seemed unremarkable.

But to the old man's ears, it was as if a god was shouting! His whole body trembled, and his soul was nearly shattered!

The old man was terrified, his mind nearly splitting. He couldn't help but shudder, his entire body feeling as if it had exploded.

"Hiss..." The younger ones around, seeing the trace of blood at the corner of the old man's mouth, couldn't help but wipe cold sweat.

This figure was too terrifying. With a single soft shout, he had injured a great cultivator. His cultivation was unimaginable.

Just then, the formation ahead suddenly split open, and a woman walked out—peerlessly elegant, yet radiating a chill.

She wore a green dress, her skin like congealed fat, so delicate it seemed it might break at a touch. Her bearing was超凡脱俗, but her face was veiled with light gauze.

A woman like a banished immortal emerged from heaven and earth, her black hair lightly dancing, graceful and slender, her eyes bright as stars, her temperament otherworldly.

But the chill emanating from her made many of the younger disciples of Thundercloud Sect feel disheartened.

Since her return last time, she had seemed like a different person—taciturn, unwilling to talk with others, staying indoors day and night, which made many people's hearts ache.

The older generation sighed secretly. The lively, mischievous little princess was gone. After these battles, the disciples of Thundercloud Sect had privately given her the title of Female Rakshasa.

"Gulp..." Seeing this woman approach, a fiery gleam appeared in the young man's eyes. He couldn't help swallowing, a strong possessiveness hidden deep in his gaze.

She seemed to sense this gaze. Yun'er remained calm, moving forward with light lotus steps. When her eyes fell on the young man ahead, a faint ripple appeared in her cold expression.

This person gave her a very familiar feeling. Yun'er's bright eyes stared blankly, and before her appeared the image of Yang Tian. It had been a year...

Yang Tian's gaze fell on the youth who had changed so much that even he couldn't recognize him. A trace of pain flickered deep in his eyes.

"Yun'er..." His lips moved a few times, and Yang Tian's voice trembled slightly.

As the familiar words fell, Yun'er's heart surged with stormy waves. Her beautiful eyes suddenly contracted, and her jade-like arms trembled lightly.

"I'm sorry... I came late..." Yang Tian's face was full of apology. He hadn't expected Yun'er to have changed so much that even he couldn't believe it.

Yun'er stepped forward step by step, her eyes filled with grievance. She couldn't help shedding tears. Day and night of longing, always comforting herself that her Brother Yang Tian would come for her, and now she had finally gotten her wish.

A year might not seem long to others, but to Yun'er it was an eternity. In the past, she had left Dao God Mountain and wandered in a daze for months, only to find herself unconsciously arriving at Martial Dao Mountain.

After receiving the final inheritance inside, Yun'er was reborn, becoming what she was now.

"Not late... not late..." Longing flooded her mind. Yun'er threw herself into Yang Tian's arms, crying out all the grievances of those days and nights.

Everyone was stunned. The younger disciples of Thundercloud Sect watched their inviolable goddess tightly embracing a man, their eyes nearly popping out.

"This..." Several elders found it unbelievable. Was this still the Female Rakshasa in their eyes? Now she was like a soft, tender girl, her crying voice heartbreaking.

The young man was first stunned, then his face twisted with rage. His bloodshot eyes fixed on the embracing pair, and he let out a shrill roar: "You slut!"

As the shout fell, Yang Tian's tightly shut eyes snapped open, a bone-piercing murderous intent shooting out. He stomped his foot, and a tremendous force spread from the void to the young man's whole body.

"Ah..." The young man was shaken, coughing up blood heavily, his chest exploding. He was sent flying into a nearby mountain, crushing it to pieces!

"You!" The great cultivator who had been injured by Yang Tian's shout was instantly enraged, his hair wildly dancing, fury sweeping the sky.

But his opponent was too terrifying. The earlier shout was still fresh in his memory, and he sensed he was no match for this young man.

"Haha..." However, the young man laughed bitterly, his face full of madness, roaring: "You're finished! I, Wu Yu, will make you pay! And you, little slut, always pretending to be so pure..."

But before his voice died down, Yang Tian's hand instantly gripped his throat. With a cold gaze, he said flatly: "I don't mind killing you!"

"Stop!" At that moment, the protective grand formation of Thundercloud Sect suddenly split open, and five figures shot out—all great cultivators, very powerful.

"How dare you!" One old man, thin as a twist, jumped up and shrieked when he saw Wu Yu being throttled.

"Boy, release our young master quickly, or I'll make sure you die without a burial place!" Another old man, his eyes like divine lamps shooting brilliant light, boomed like thunder.

"What's going on?" A great cultivator, Xing Shan, was shocked, looking at the woman held by the mysterious young man, unable to help asking.

Their Thundercloud Sect's little princess had already been a great cultivator since her return, but the scene before them was baffling.

Yang Tian patted the girl in his arms, his eyes falling on the several great cultivators in the void, deeply puzzled.

Logically, the reputation of Thundercloud Sect's disciples was not bad. The young man named Wu Yu was probably not a disciple of their sect, and his background was significant, as the great cultivators were all deferential.

"Young friend, let's talk this over..." Xing Shan seemed to guess his identity and secretly signaled Yang Tian. Wu Yu was from the Central Region, and his family's influence was considerable.

Hearing this, Yang Tian nodded slightly and threw the young man, who was choking, to an old man. Since they were connected to Thundercloud Sect, Yang Tian found it hard to kill him, as it would bring trouble to the sect.

Yun'er felt the world spinning, forgetting everything. Her jade arms wrapped around Yang Tian's body, as if she couldn't bear to part for a moment.

"Cough, cough..." The young man nearly choked to death. His venomous gaze fixed on Yang Tian, he shrieked: "Elder, kill him! Kill him!"

"I think we should let this go. After all, he's a friend of our sect." Xing Shan said indifferently. Wu Yu was no good; he had been trying to force Yun'er to marry him since he arrived, and Xing Shan was tired of him.

"Let it go? Who do you think you are?!" Wu Yu was instantly enraged, roaring: "The woman I've claimed is embracing an outsider! They all deserve to die... die!"

He was mad with rage, pointing at Yang Tian and cursing loudly, arrogant and overbearing, completely forgetting how he had nearly been choked to death.

"Hmph! Let it go? It's not that simple..." An old man from the Wu family snorted, a shadow of gloom appearing in his eyes.

"Boy, what sect are you from, so arrogant? The Wu family of the Central Region would like to see." The thin old man snorted. Five great cultivators were eyeing Yang Tian menacingly.

"If you want to fight, then fight. Stop wasting words!" Yang Tian, seeing through them, sneered.

"Arrogant! Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!" Several great cultivators were instantly angered. One who had been silent made a move, wanting to test Yang Tian's depth.

"You? Not even qualified!" Yang Tian snorted. His eyes fell on the descending palm, and as they opened and closed, a golden lightning bolt shot out.

Boom! Boom! The illusory palm was instantly shattered. Yang Tian threw a punch, and the sky trembled.

The punch only shook the void, but the space before the old man suddenly split open, and overwhelming fist force crushed toward his head.

"Not good..." He changed color instantly. A small pagoda emerged, cascading heavy silver divine radiance, which blocked the terrifying fist force, but the entire pagoda hummed.

"So strong..." Xing Shan showed a hint of surprise. If this really was Yang Tian, his current cultivation was extremely powerful.

"Attack!" The remaining four great cultivators moved, instantly crossing the void. Brilliant divine light pressed down on Yang Tian from all directions, intending to suppress this young man.