Chapter 097: Mutation

Above the Martial Dao Mountain, a hundred-zhang-sized vortex suddenly appeared. The surrounding ancient qi was stirred, frantically converging. The massive vortex continuously twisted the void, and a crack immediately appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Time to leave." Gazing at the crack, most people's eyes welled with reluctance. The cultivation speed here was too fast, and the energy quality was very high. Compared to the outside world, cultivation speed would be several times slower.

"Finally, I can leave this damn place." Li Hongtao opened his eyes, looking at the crack in the sky. He suddenly grinned ferociously, endless malice appearing on his face. Yet beneath this malice was a trace of panic: the soul crystal was lost, and taken by Yang Tian.

Li Hongtao would surely be punished upon return. Moreover, his void ring had been snatched, and a small portion of the family's ancient elixirs had been looted by Yang Tian and his group. His status within the clan would not only decline but he might even be stripped of his holy son position.

"Little bastard, this is all your fault. Only by obtaining your cultivation technique can I preserve my status. You must die!" Clenching his fists, Li Hongtao shifted his gaze to Yang Tian's face, surging with bone-chilling killing intent.

Sensing a gaze filled with overwhelming resentment, Yang Tian turned his head and looked at Li Hongtao's ferocious expression. The two grinned at each other fiercely, their undisguised killing intent clashing in the air.

"Now, you don't even qualify to fight me." Yang Tian smiled, turning back to look at the crack. Li Hongtao had lost all his foundation and had not condensed a phenomenon. Compared to holy sons of the same level, his strength was far behind.

"Yang Tian, you must be extremely careful after going out. The Yin-Yang Harmony Sect will not let this go easily. If necessary, return the Danxuan Sect token to them." Patting Yang Tian on the shoulder, Qing Yuan said with some concern.

Compared to him knocking Wang Long out of the Martial Dao Mountain, the Danxuan Sect token was a much bigger deal. Moreover, the ancient elixirs he had obtained from the Harmony Sect disciples amounted to millions!

If the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect completely lost the Danxuan Sect in the future, the gap in nurturing their younger generation would widen. Therefore, this item was extremely important to the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect and could never fall into outsiders' hands.

"Mm." Yang Tian nodded. This item was of no use to him now. He couldn't enter the Martial Dao Mountain next time it opened, which would be thirty years later. But that didn't mean he had to return it to the Yin-Yang Harmony Sect!

Rumble! As the energy fluctuations grew stronger, the crack rapidly expanded, as if torn apart by an invisible giant hand. When the crack expanded to a hundred zhang, the surrounding ancient qi slowly dissipated.

Swish! Swish! Countless people were already rushing into the crack. The crack would only exist for an hour; if they were late, they would be trapped inside forever.

In the past, some had tried to exploit the situation, wanting to stay inside for the full thirty years. But when the Martial Dao Mountain opened again, those people had vanished without a trace.

"Let's go too." Sensing that most people had left, Yang Tian and his group of five walked toward the crack.

With a flash of black light in his eyes, Yang Tian and the others appeared at the foot of the Martial Dao Mountain. The surrounding dense crowd had already dispersed considerably, but many still stood in place.

"Time to leave." His gaze rapidly scanning the surroundings, Yang Tian slightly clenched his palm and murmured in his heart.

"Who is Yang Tian? Get the hell out here, old man!!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the void. Dressed in white, with a wrinkled old face twisted with ferocity, he looked down at the crowd below and roared directly.

"That's the Jiang family's old patriarch." Several people nearby recognized him and quickly fled, afraid of getting caught in the fire. The Jiang family was also a major clan, with a War King powerhouse seated within.

Many eyes turned to Yang Tian, their gazes filled with mockery. It seemed Jiang Ling had been killed by Yang Tian. These people were also curious to see how he would escape this calamity.

"That old bastard, was Jiang Ling his son?" Rubbing his nose, Yang Tian was about to crush the spatial jade slip when another figure leaped out of the void.

"Yang Tian, you brat! Get the hell out here, old man!" A scolding voice came from afar. A gloomy-faced old man rushed over from a distance, his gaze sweeping around, his murderous intent terrifying.

"That's the Huang family patriarch. How many people has Yang Tian killed to have so many after him?" Many found it exciting. These were all War King powerhouses, rarely seen, and now two had appeared to kill Yang Tian.

At this moment, quite a few people had arrived in the void. After Yang Tian knocked Wang Long out of the Martial Dao Mountain, his reputation had spread. Old Demon Wang had declared he would surely kill Yang Tian.

"You are Yang Tian, right?" Seeing the figure many were staring at, the Wang family patriarch's gaze shifted, locking onto Yang Tian. A fierce, terrifying light burst forth as he coldly shouted.

"Old man, what are you yelling about here? You're ruining my fun." Qing Yuan's face darkened. Holding a large hammer in his hand, he cursed outright.

"Old man, you're the Huang family patriarch, right?" Xing Hao stepped forward, his whole body radiating murderous aura, and coldly shouted, "Your son dared to kill my sister. Our Leiyun Sect will never let your family off. You'd better worry about yourself first!"

With two youths suddenly jumping out, the two in the void felt a chill. The Jiang patriarch frowned slightly, but his murderous aura did not diminish. He didn't believe the Qingyang Empire would go to war with the Jiang family.

"Leiyun Sect?" The Huang patriarch was momentarily stunned, then his gloomy old face couldn't help but twitch. The Leiyun Sect was not something the Huang family could compare to. Although they were a branch of the Huanglong Valley, attacking a Leiyun Sect disciple would require a great price to appease the Leiyun Sect's wrath.

"Two beasts, even dead you cause me trouble!" The Huang patriarch's face was extremely gloomy, silently pondering how to resolve this matter.

"Yang Tian must die today, no matter who comes!" The Jiang patriarch roared. If he still acted like a coward after his grandson was killed, he couldn't bear it, and the Jiang family's prestige would greatly decline.

"Old man, try it if you dare." Qing Yuan sneered coldly. The Thunder God Hammer in his hand instantly erupted with power, its divine radiance soaring into the sky.

"Get out of my way, boy!" The Jiang patriarch shouted. He waved his hand, directly imprisoning Qing Yuan's body in the void, and his palm instantly struck toward Yang Tian.

The overwhelming pressure descended. Yang Tian's face instantly turned pale, his bones creaking. A War King powerhouse was terrifying; even a trace of energy was too much for him to bear.

"Jiang old freak, you have some nerve, daring to lay hands on the Second Prince. Looks like you're tired of living!" Suddenly, a massive fist appeared in the void, purple light shooting into the sky. Vast, surging blood energy burst forth, directly smashing toward the Jiang patriarch.

"Not good, it's Black Fiend." The Jiang patriarch's face changed drastically. He unleashed his energy without reservation. A huge phantom beast appeared above his head, its terrifying momentum climbing step by step, crashing heavily into the fist.

Boom! The void was shattered. The purple fist radiated divine light, tearing through the phantom beast with ferocious brutality. Its majestic momentum was startling. The Jiang patriarch's body was instantly sent flying.

The Jiang patriarch's body hurtled into a mountain range, piercing deep into it. At the same time, a piercing scream exploded: "Black Fiend, what is the meaning of this?"

"Meaning?" Black Fiend shook his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the distant mountain range. He coldly shouted, "The Second Prince of my Qingyang Empire is not someone you can harm. If you don't want to die, get the hell out! Otherwise, leave your life behind!!"

The domineering voice thundered, rolling endlessly through the void. The mountain range fell silent. After a moment, Black Fiend turned his head, looked at the calm-faced Yang Tian, and nodded appreciatively.

"Thank you, Great Chief, for saving my life. Yang Tian will never forget this." Yang Tian quickly stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said respectfully. This was indeed the Great Chief.

Just as the Great Chief was about to respond, a heaven-covering giant hand suddenly descended from the void. Surging blood energy shattered countless voids, directly slapping down toward Yang Tian's head.