Chapter 678: Shocked

Ming Ye suddenly made a move, instantly drawing many gazes. This figure was extremely powerful, no ordinary strongman.

"This guy really is asking for a beating," Yu Yao muttered. Yang Tian, at the War Emperor realm, even she had less than a ten percent chance of defeating him, let alone Ming Ye.

"Get lost!" A terrifying roar exploded, and the surging divine sea instantly burst apart, with chilling Dao sounds beginning to rumble.

"So strong!" The mysterious woman, who had remained composed, now began to take Yang Tian seriously. Her unfathomable eyes rippled, vaguely seeing through this sound wave divine ability.

Ming Ye's whole body trembled violently. His mind was on the verge of splitting. In his own small world, a deity had barged in, letting out a terrible roar.

"Ah..." Under the stunned gazes around, Ming Ye seemed to go mad. His long black hair disheveled, he spat out a mouthful of blood and let out a miserable shriek.

The scene fell into dead silence. This was Ming Ye, a formidable youth of the Central Region, yet he was scolded into spitting blood by Yang Tian.

Under the shocked eyes around, Yang Tian's body blazed with golden light, as if a golden war god had emerged. He threw three punches in the void, causing the very sky to tremble.

Bang bang bang! Ming Ye's mind, just beginning to react, suffered another heavy blow. His bones all exploded.

With the onslaught of three consecutive punches, Ming Ye's body was blasted back several hundred zhang. These punches used eighty percent of his strength; even a divine beast would have found them unbearable.

"How is this possible?!" Someone screamed. He knew Ming Ye and understood his fearsome nature, but the scene before him was too shocking.

With his shout, the surrounding figures snapped back to reality, looking at Yang Tian with incredulous eyes. At this moment, a sense of powerlessness rose in many hearts.

The mysterious woman's robes fluttered. She found this figure increasingly unfathomable, too deeply hidden. It was as if a Dao deity was preaching within his body, all hazy and indistinct.

"Such a familiar aura..." Dan Xueyi, in her purple dress, was a peerless beauty. A trace of contemplation flickered in her eyes; she felt this energy was too familiar.

"This guy isn't Yang Tian, is he?" Shangguan Hao scratched his head, glancing at Yang Tian, then at Yu Yao and the others, muttering to himself.

"I warn you, don't mess with me!" Yang Tian spoke heavily. Then his gaze fell on the mysterious woman. Just as he was about to speak, his body had already appeared outside.

Although he had come outside, the scene remained utterly silent, unable to recover from the previous moment. This person was too domineering; Ming Ye was completely unqualified to fight him.

It was like when Yang Tian first encountered the divine monkey's supreme might—many were stunned. Was this person a reincarnated ancient god?

He had looked the same back then. Yang Tian had also worn that expression—unbelievable, beyond comprehension.

"What happened?" Yang Tian had already come outside, but these people had not yet recovered from their shock. Xuan Yuan Mu and the others caught up and asked.

"Something happened to a friend of mine." Yang Tian was preoccupied. What kind of situation would make Little Tingting crush the jade slip?

Their speed was extremely fast; in an instant, they vanished, rushing toward the cultivation chamber.

"Why is that woman following?" At this moment, Yang Tian glanced behind him, faintly seeing a shadow, but couldn't make it out clearly. However, from its mysterious appearance, it should be the mysterious woman.

"Such keen perception. How did he discover me?" The mysterious woman, having been glanced at by Yang Tian, showed a hint of surprise in her eyes. Yang Tian was merely a half-step Emperor realm, after all.

Yang Tian possessed a divine object; it wasn't difficult for him to detect her. At the moment, he paid it no mind.

"Um... Yuan Xia isn't...?" During the journey, Yang Tian couldn't help but ask them.

"Who is Yuan Xia?" Ning Xue's eyes showed a trace of resentment, glancing at him without saying a word.

"Not good." Yu Yao shook her head like a rattle-drum, huffing, "You caused the trouble yourself; go see for yourself."

"Cough... you'd better not go." Pursing his lips, Xuan Yuan Mu couldn't help but say.

"What's wrong?" A trace of doubt appeared in her eyes. Although he had gone missing, their bloodline bond remained unchanged. How could she possibly think Yang Tian was dead?

"The Yuan family isn't a place anyone can just enter. Your strength is too weak right now." Xuanmu Mu curled his lips and grinned.

He sighed. Judging by their demeanor, Yuan Xia probably wouldn't come to the Alchemy Convention. His strength was indeed too weak—he hadn't even reached the Emperor Realm. He'd likely be thrown out before he even got through the door.

Just then, Yang Tian stopped walking. His gaze fell on a building ahead, and he spoke: "It's here."

Two men and two women walked in. The surrounding maidservants tried to approach but were immediately blocked by an invisible divine light.

Yang Tian's heart burned with anxiety as he strode inside. They were forcing their way in, and powerful figures immediately appeared around them.

"What are you doing?!" Someone shouted in warning: "This is the territory of the Alchemy Dao Alliance. Young man, don't bring trouble upon yourself!"

"You think you're worthy? Get lost, granny!" Yu Yao, acting like a tyrant, was extremely fierce. Her jade hand trembled slightly, sending several War King elders flying.

They bulldozed their way through, drawing the shop owner's attention. His gaze, filled with shock and uncertainty, fell on these troublemakers. They were very young, likely from a major clan.

"Where are the people inside?!" Seeing the empty cultivation room, Yang Tian clenched his fists, grabbed a fat, big-headed man, and roared.

"Sir, I'm not from here. I really don't know." The fat man's body trembled with flab, scared half to death.

"Shop owner, get your ass out here, or I'll tear down your shop!" Yu Yao, hands on her hips, shouted fiercely.

"What do you want? I'm the shop owner." A white-haired old man stepped forward, appearing relatively calm, and asked.

"Where's Little Tingting?" Seeing him, Yang Tian spoke: "She's been cultivating inside all along. How did she disappear?"

"Well..." The old man pursed his lips, looking troubled: "We don't know the whereabouts of our guests either. You're not making this easy for me, are you?"

"What's going on? Make way!" At that moment, a loud shout came from outside. A middle-aged man, exuding considerable aura, appeared—a figure who could shake the surroundings.

"Inspector, they're causing trouble in the shop." The old man's expression changed instantly as he pointed at Yang Tian and the others.

The inspector's pupils contracted slightly. His gaze fell on Yang Tian and the others, uncertain. None of these people were weak; he couldn't see through a single one.

"Whatever they want, just give it to them." At that moment, a gentle voice fell, and Dan Xueyi walked in.

"Miss, why are you here?" The middle-aged man was startled and immediately cupped his hands.

"Who are you looking for? I might be able to help." Yu Yao's beautiful eyes studied Yang Tian as she spoke.

The white-haired old man was shocked. He hadn't expected Yang Tian's background to be so formidable that even a core figure of the Alchemy Dao Alliance would grant their requests. He felt fortunate that he hadn't said anything rash earlier.

"A little girl, about twelve or thirteen, a maidservant here." Hearing this, Yang Tian quickly said.

"Reporting to you, sir, you must mean Little Tingting. She doesn't seem to be here." The shop owner's eyes darted wildly, scanning the entire place in a moment.

"Hmph, she's been cultivating here all along. How is that possible!" Yang Tian's voice rose sharply.

"Sir, I truly don't know. I'll send someone to her home immediately." The shop owner, drenched in sweat, quickly spoke.

"He's talking about Little Tingting. She seems to have been..." At that moment, a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl murmured to herself.

Though her voice was soft, it didn't escape Yang Tian's ears. His figure instantly appeared before the girl: "Did you see her just now?"

"Ah..." The girl was startled at first, then quickly nodded: "I saw her. Little Tingting was taken away by Ye Mei."

"Damn it, that bitch..." The shop owner felt as if struck by lightning. He couldn't help trembling, cold sweat pouring from his body. It was clear that this young man's relationship with Little Tingting was far from ordinary.