Chapter 895: Borrowing Life

All ancient killing formations were handed down from the flourishing era of cultivation in the past, with boundless power capable of slaying great enemies.

These foreigners certainly don't have any; most were looted by them during the World War, and many unearthed from ancient tombs were also seized by them. It can be said the losses were severe.

The nine black banners were extremely terrifying, fluttering in the wind, emitting a cold,森冷 aura. Each banner exuded a fearsome presence, truly dreadful, making one tremble with fear.

"Formation banners!" Yang Tian's face showed some surprise, not expecting them to use such things, which were virtually extinct on the Tianyang Continent.

"Baka! Die, die!" The captured man in black roared, his face full of delight. To be able to kill such a figure was truly worth it.

"Kill him quickly! What damn banners? Trying to kill our Chinese strongman? Not worthy!" Lin Xu's face twisted with ferocity as he roared. Yang Tian had just returned from abroad in a few steps, with unfathomable power; how could he be killed?

"Damn it, kill this Japanese pirate! Kill him!" A group of old codgers went berserk, their killing intent soaring to the heavens. Like old rabbits, they frenziedly attacked, starting a group beatdown.

Ahead, the terrifying aura surged, blood clouds pressed down, and bursts of ghostly wails and howls exploded. The entire heaven and earth shook, erupting with immeasurable killing sounds, as if about to split the world apart.

The nine formation banners spat out streams of pitch-black baleful qi, intertwining to form a deadly killing formation, extremely terrifying.

"Lin Xu, what level of cultivation does the senior have? Can he break the formation?" Someone was very worried. Such a figure was extremely rare. If China lost such a strongman, especially in this age of declining spiritual energy, it would be a great pity.

"Don't worry. Though these formation banners are powerful, they can't trap the senior." Lin Xu, his old face twisted, punched the Japanese pirate's arm, sending blood spurting, and said loudly.

"These formation banners are indeed good stuff. If someone controlled them, their power could increase tenfold, and even an emperor would meet his doom!" Yang Tian was overjoyed. These were truly lethal weapons.

"Brother Yang Tian, be careful." Qing Xiaoyue, wandering outside, called out.

Rumble!

The long-gathering attack came down. The void shattered, its power immense. Streaks of blood-red lightning struck downward.

Yang Tian stood unmoving, his aura like a mountain, letting the blood-red lightning strike him. Those around nearly died of fright. Was this man crazy? This was comparable to a tribulation lightning.

The blood-red lightning appeared, striking into Yang Tian's flesh. His body was unyielding, as if cast from divine metal, and was actually absorbing the lightning's energy.

"Haha! What damn formation! Look, you Japanese pirate, our Chinese strongman can destroy your country with one move!" Lin Xu gripped the Japanese pirate's neck, his face full of ferocity, speaking with hatred.

"Baka!" The Japanese pirate roared in anger, cursing, but inwardly he was also terrified. This man was truly fearsome. He was met with dozens of fists, a barrage that nearly beat him to death.

Yang Tian made his move. A single punch caused heaven and earth to collapse, breaking open terrifying fissures dozens of meters wide. He nearly blasted the world apart, directly destroying the formation patterns in the sky.

He stomped his foot, causing the sky to crumble and the earth to sink. Large tracts of land collapsed. His black hair whipped wildly as he roared, and the nine formation banners instantly flew out.

"Come to me!" Yang Tian's hand clenched, and the nine formation banners were directly suppressed by him. He erased the marks within and claimed them for himself.

"Not bad." Yang Tian couldn't bear to put them down. Then he took out the ancient mirror, his expression somewhat grave. If the one controlling it hadn't been weak in cultivation, he wouldn't have discovered it at all!

"It's not an ordinary mirror, nor a divine object, but it has a special aura. This thing is no simple item." Yang Tian clicked his tongue. This was definitely no ordinary object.

"Senior, could this be the Yata no Kagami?" The former deputy head of Wudang Mountain spoke excitedly.

"I don't know. What is its origin?" Yang Tian handed him the Yata no Kagami and asked.

A group gathered around, knocking and tapping. Finally, he said excitedly, "This is the Yata no Kagami, a replica forged based on our China's Bagua Divine Mirror. Though not as good as a divine artifact, its power is still formidable, capable of killing great enemies."

"Congratulations, senior, on acquiring this treasure. This is one of the eight great treasures of the Japanese pirates." The group offered congratulations. If the Japanese pirates knew they had obtained this, they would likely be furious.

"Wah... Great-grandfather, second great-grandfather, fourth great-grandfather won't talk anymore." In the distance, a little girl ran over. Exquisitely carved like a doll, her face was covered in tears as she wailed loudly. She was carrying the body of an old man, stumbling as she ran.

Seeing this, the group sighed. The fourth elder of Mount Longhu was the strongest, on the verge of breaking through to the Rebirth realm, yet he had died tragically.

When he saw the girl, Yang Tian's eyelids twitched violently. He walked over directly, his gaze solemn as he scanned her.

"Big brother, Xiaoyu's fourth great-grandfather won't talk. Can you make him talk?" The little girl, five or six years old, was exquisitely carved, with tear stains on her face, looking heartbreaking.

Yang Tian stared at the girl, his expression indescribably complex, even somewhat out of control.

"Xiaoyu, don't talk nonsense. Quickly, call him senior." The white-haired old man wiped the tears from her face and said.

"Big brother, can you make fourth great-grandfather talk?" The little girl cried loudly, tugging at Yang Tian's sleeve, looking up at him.

"Alright." Yang Tian nodded. He sat down cross-legged, his hand suddenly lifting, and the old man's still-warm corpse floated up.

There was a sword wound on the old man's chest, clearly a fatal injury to a vital point.

Those around were stunned. What was the senior going to do? Could he raise the dead?

A surge of vigorous blood energy burst forth, golden and overwhelming, like a roaring great river, with thunderous explosions.

A stream of blood energy washed over, and the old man instantly became ten years younger. His skin radiated a strong wave of life.

Yang Tian's hand shook, and a sacred aura erupted. This was the power of creation, radiating infinite life force, each strand precious to the extreme.

"Senior, what are you doing?" Those around felt something was wrong, sensing a bad premonition.

Xiaoyun's body was brimming with life force, as if about to revive, emitting bursts of divine radiance. The power of creation was incredibly formidable. The old man wasn't completely dead yet; he should be saveable.

Rumble!

Thunder exploded in the sky, as if angering the heavens. This man was already dead; he could not be saved!

"Senior, this will attract a tribulation lightning." The group was puzzled. Borrowing life from heaven—what a terrifying act.

"Flawless heaven and earth." Yang Tian's cold gaze swept upward, and he could see thunderclouds gathering, exuding a fearsome aura, seemingly about to strike down.

"How terrifying." The woman in white, pure and ethereal, was also stunned.

"Fourth great-grandfather has become younger." Xiaoyu stopped crying, very happy.

The thunderclouds gathered more and more. This was blood-red lightning, like divine punishment, absolutely terrifying.

"Senior, you are already injured. Don't do this." Lin Xu, though hoping it could work, knew that Yang Tian was severely wounded, having coughed up blood before.

"What? The senior is injured?" Those around were greatly shocked.

"Brother Yang Tian is injured, very badly. He spits blood every day." Tears welled up in Qing Xiaoyue's eyes.

"What?" Those around gasped in awe, their faces full of admiration. To be so formidable while so severely injured—it was truly unbelievable.

Yang Tian stood up, looked up at the sky, and said, "If I can't save Yun'er, can I not save him? I want to borrow life from heaven. Will you refuse?"

His calm voice, yet containing a terrifying majesty, caused the entire starry sky to tremble, the universe to shake, and his divine might to shake the heavens.