Chapter 065: Peerless Elegance

"You want to die!" Wang Long roared in fury, his anger beyond control, devouring his reason. He had to kill the black-robed man to eliminate future trouble; if he grew up, he would surely become a great enemy of the Yin-Yang Union of Joy.

"Perish!" Yang Tian sneered, his long black hair dancing, his gaze sharp, and suddenly he let out a soft cry.

The river of blood and qi trembled, seemingly about to shake heaven and earth. A blazing sun slowly rose from the river, floating above it, accompanied by drumming, howling winds, and dancing flames.

The sun revolved in the void, emitting overwhelming divine might, fusing the pitch-black flood dragon into the void. Crimson divine light burst forth, its scorching heat far surpassing that of the other flood dragon, blasting it to pieces in the void.

Clang! Clang! Yang Tian kept striking with his fists, crimson fist imprints rolling through the void, hitting the Yin-Yang One Qi Divine Furnace with the sound of metal clashing, making the furnace hum.

The immense force continuously struck the furnace body, the recoil shaking the void. Wang Long was repeatedly pushed back, his blood and qi surging. He could barely control the Yin-Yang One Qi Divine Furnace and suddenly roared in anger.

"Flood Dragon Plays in the Water!"

As his words fell, yin and yang qi cascaded from the furnace mouth like a heavenly river, cutting across in front of Yang Tian. Two flood dragons with fierce auras swam in the yin-yang river, continuously spewing blasts of air that struck Yang Tian's body.

"I want to see how long you can hold out." Yang Tian kept striking with his fists, his face somewhat pale. He could clearly sense that the energy within Wang Long was rapidly depleting; he couldn't sustain this offensive technique for long.

Swallowing a handful of ancient elixirs, Yang Tian continued to strike with his fists. The river of blood and qi shook the vacuum, repeatedly shattering the yin-yang heavenly river, with faint light bursting in the void.

"How thrilling! Forcing a half-finished Dao artifact to its limits." The scene was awe-inspiring. Many exclaimed in excitement. Wang Long was driving a powerful offensive technique, yet the black-robed man kept breaking through it in the vacuum.

"This vision is truly extraordinary; just that sound wave alone is not easily dealt with." Many murmured. Such a battle was rare in the outside world.

Both men were pale. This exchange consumed an enormous amount of energy. They couldn't last long and might end up both severely wounded.

"Beast! You forced me to this!" Wang Long was repeatedly knocked back. If not for his protective robe, he would have been crushed to pulp. His venomous gaze fixed on Yang Tian as he suddenly roared.

"Duo!" Wang Long suddenly shouted, his face instantly flushing. He spat out several mouthfuls of essence blood. The Yin-Yang One Qi Divine Furnace, fueled by this essence blood, rapidly ignited, flames blazing fiercely. The surrounding mountains melted, and the sky turned red.

"Fall back! Wang Long is going all out!" The onlookers were alarmed. The terrifying temperature kept rising, making even them feel as if they were melting.

Flames surged to the sky. The furnace body radiated ten thousand red beams, distorting the void as if burning it. The ancient trees on the ground all caught fire, turning the area into a sea of flames.

Yang Lin's expression was grave. He swallowed several handfuls of ancient elixirs, urging the War Heaven Art to refine them and replenish his consumption.

"Yang Dragon Manifest!" Suppressing the weakness in his heart, Wang Long roared. Then, the furnace body twisted, and the surrounding heat surged again.

On the furnace body were divine patterns engraved with two yin-yang flood dragons. One of them, the yang dragon, suddenly burst into flames. The divine patterns on the furnace rotated, and the yang dragon seemed to come alive, its crimson gaze sweeping over Yang Tian.

"Dragon Extends Its Claw!" Wang Long shouted. The rotating yang dragon suddenly moved. An overwhelming majesty rose step by step, forcing Yang Tian to retreat. The momentum was too strong.

"What a powerful killing move." Yang Tian took a deep breath, continuously urging the river of blood and qi. The half-opened acupoints operated at full power. A great sun slowly condensed above his head, radiating boundless might. The surrounding heat surged again, melting the nearby rocks.

The great sun hung in the sky, radiating ten thousand crimson beams, dazzling to the extreme. The onlookers were greatly startled, retreating continuously, inwardly praising the martial technique Yang Tian displayed, which could rival the yang dragon on the furnace.

"Brother Yang, you must win." Clenching her fists, Yun'er kept murmuring, the jade hairpin in her hand tapping against them.

"Damn it! Where did this kid learn such martial techniques?" Wang Long's face twisted. He roared inwardly. Forcing the yang dragon to manifest had left him with little remaining strength.

Above the divine furnace, one claw of the yang dragon suddenly moved. Its overwhelming pressure rose step by step, slowly detaching from the furnace body and standing in the void. The surrounding vacuum twisted violently, and even the void rippled.

"Duo!" Wang Long clenched his hand. The dragon claw radiated immense might, leaping through the void to attack Yang Tian's body.

The momentum surged. Yang Tian's entire body was locked down, the pressure distorting even the blazing sun.

"Get the hell out of here!" Yang Tian roared, stomping his foot. His hand formed a fist, dragging the great sun as he smashed it toward the dragon claw.

Bang! Bang! Bang! ... Flames splashed everywhere. Ear-piercing sonic booms thundered. The area seemed on the verge of destruction. Countless clods of earth were thrown up, and the entire energy convergence point became a storm.

Scorching heat surged, flames dazzling. The onlookers retreated continuously, even Yun'er and the others hurried away. This battle would determine the overall outcome.

Boom! Boom! Boom! ... The energy convergence point suddenly exploded, the sound shaking the clouds. Countless flames burst forth. The ground collapsed continuously, a terrifying scene.

Bang! ... With the thunderous sound, Wang Long's body was sent flying, crashing into a rock. The sound of breaking bones crackled densely, making the onlookers' scalps tingle.

"Wang Long is defeated. If not for his protective robe, he would have been killed." In the distance, countless eyes stared at Wang Long's barely breathing form. The crowd couldn't help swallowing.

"Where is Brother Yang?" Yun'er's anxious gaze searched the gully. The fissure was seven or eight zhang wide, making even martial artists marvel at such an attack.

The dust settled. Yang Tian's body slowly emerged, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. His black robe had been completely shredded, revealing a resolute face and several fatal wounds on his body.

Just as everyone was stunned, Yang Tian suddenly grinned fiercely. In his hand, a small crimson seal suddenly rose.

"So strong." The onlookers exchanged glances, a chill rising in their hearts. Under such momentum, he could still form a seal technique.

"No, he's crazy!" Some showed a hint of madness in their eyes.

Yang Tian was going to kill a holy son! The holy son of a terrifying sect, though not yet fully grown, would become a powerful figure in the future. Everyone's eyes widened.

"Yang Tian is defying heaven!" Everyone inwardly exclaimed in excitement. Few in the entire Eastern Continent dared to kill a holy son; it would invite a catastrophe.

Clang! Clang! ... Yang Tian's hand suddenly clenched. The small crimson seal flew into the void, striking the hovering furnace body. With ear-piercing sonic booms, flames burst forth, exploding on the furnace.

Clang! Clang! Clang! ... This earth-shaking sound was clear and prolonged. Even some low-cultivation cultivators had blood streaming from their ears and noses.

"Ah!—" Wang Long screamed, vomiting mouthfuls of blood. The blood-sacrificed treasure was continuously struck, the recoil nearly shattering all the bones in his body.

"Is he going to kill Wang Long?" Fearful eyes stared at Yang Tian. If a holy son died at Martial Dao Mountain, they dared not imagine whether the Yin-Yang Union of Joy would go mad and attack Yang Tian with their full force.

"Better to kill him. One less scourge in the cultivation world." Some were indifferent. Yang Tian's cultivation was extraordinary; he must be a disciple of a major power.

"Impossible. Wang Long must have a powerful soul within him!"