Chapter 5

Indeed, that's exactly it!! Tang Yan's face was filled with wild joy as he quickly focused his mind and tried to refine the drop of energy source liquid. However, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps broke the calm.

"Tang Yan, come to me quickly!" In the chaotic dense forest, Yuan He was leading two white-eyed wolves, which were viciously attacking, making him look very miserable. His body was covered with numerous savage wounds from the white-eyed wolves' sharp claws, looking extremely pitiful.

What is this guy doing here? Tang Yan's brows furrowed slightly. The memories of the Second Young Master Tang made him wary. This Yuan He was ruthless and had long joined Yang Ruyan's family. His sudden appearance here was likely not out of good intentions.

But at this moment, one of the two wolves surrounding Yuan He suddenly broke away and pounced toward Tang Yan.

"Tang Yan, be careful! Come over quickly!" Yuan He called out anxiously.

Tang Yan remained unmoved, keeping a close eye on the white-eyed wolf pouncing at him. He wanted to fight again, but the green fire had almost drained him, and the energy liquid drop had not been fully refined. His current condition was far from being able to handle this vicious white-eyed wolf.

"What are you doing, do you want to be eaten by the wolves? Come over quickly, I will protect you!" Yuan He called out again, looking very anxious.

I'll believe that when hell freezes over! Tang Yan snorted coldly and turned to run into the forest.

But...

"Looking for death!" Before he could run a few steps, a sudden change occurred. Yuan He's anxious expression turned fierce, and he darted forward, his wrist enveloped in a cold aura. A sharp ice blade instantly slashed toward Tang Yan.

Tang Yan's face changed drastically as he tried to dodge, but the ice blade was as swift as lightning, striking his back with great force. He was thrown into a tree, his back torn and bloody, revealing terrifying bones. The spiritual energy inside him, which had not yet been fully digested, quickly gathered to the wound, quietly nourishing it, but the wound was too severe, and the healing process was very slow, with blood continuously flowing.

"Huh? You're not dead?" Yuan He was greatly surprised, dealing with the white-eyed wolves while observing Tang Yan closely. "You have spiritual energy inside you? You've actually broken through to the Martial Master level?"

Tang Yan was known to everyone in Juxiang City as a 'half-finished' product, a cowardly and fearful young master who barely qualified as a martial artist and could not gather spiritual energy. But now... the wound was clearly healing slowly, indicating that he indeed had spiritual energy inside him.

Martial Master? How is that possible!

"Damn scoundrel, you want to kill me?!" Tang Yan coughed up blood, the pain in his back unbearable, his face turning completely cold. Although he harbored some resentment towards Yang Ruyan and others due to the Second Young Master Tang's experiences, it wasn't something that truly happened to him, and he never expected the other party to be so determined to kill him.

But now, this guy clearly wanted to kill him.

If he hadn't been cautious, that weapon might have slashed his throat, and he would have been dead for sure.

Tang Yan had never considered himself a good person. In the original world, he had often competed with ruthless tomb raiders, even personally dealing with a few, burying them forever in ancient tombs.

If he could kill in the original world, why not in this world where the strong rule?

Thud!! Thud!! Perhaps due to the凝聚 of his killing intent, a loud drumming sound echoed in his mind again. The spiritual energy inside him became chaotic once more, and the 'spiritual source liquid' that had not been fully refined quickly dissipated in this strange chaos, most of it merging into his wrists, part of it healing his wounds, and part nourishing his internal meridians.

The evil killing intent grew in his heart, gathering in his eyes. Tang Yan stared at Yuan He and slowly stood up.

As if sensing the danger, the white-eyed wolf, stimulated by the blood, slowly stopped, its red eyes darting around, seemingly hesitant.

"Second Young Master Tang becoming a Martial Master, is this your honor or the disgrace of the martial artists of Qitian Continent?" Yuan He's words were venomous, his body bursting with source energy, cold ice aura spreading around him, forming two ice blades. He powerfully killed the entangled white-eyed wolves and intimidated the one eyeing Tang Yan.

Tang Yan still stared at Yuan He, waiting for the spiritual liquid to be fully refined and his wounds to be mostly healed by the spiritual energy. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he suddenly shot out, leaping up after five steps, flipping in the air, and grabbing a branch, swinging himself into the air.

Taking the initiative!!

Huh? This guy has become more agile? Yuan He was slightly surprised but sneered, the cold ice aura in his hands forming the outline of ice blades, ready to attack at any moment.

Tang Yan darted left and right among the branches, and after a moment, suddenly stopped above Yuan He.

This is it!! Yuan He's spirit was slightly shaken, and the ice blade he had been preparing for a long time shot out, instantly shattering many branches, aiming directly at Tang Yan, with a momentum like a real weapon.

Tang Yan's face was calm, and at the moment Yuan He attacked, he sharply turned to the side, narrowly avoiding the ice blade. At the same time, he leaped down from the air, sweeping his leg like an iron whip toward Yuan He.

"Trivial skills, let you know what a difference in strength is." Yuan He coldly snorted, skillfully dodging, and his source energy condensed again, the ice blade locking onto Tang Yan, ready to attack.

However, after landing, Tang Yan did not stop. Using the momentum of his fall, he violently charged at Yuan He.

Ah!! Yuan He was caught off guard, staggering backward, and the ice blade he had just formed disintegrated.

"Damn bastard, die!!" Tang Yan, like a mad dog, viciously pounced, using powerful and fierce combat techniques, launching a storm of attacks. At the same time, the killing intent in his eyes grew, and the source energy inside him surged, with green flames appearing on his hands again.

Palm shadows flew, green light danced!

"External manifestation of spiritual energy?" Yuan He was slightly startled. This was a symbol of a third-stage Martial Master. How could Tang Yan achieve this?

In the subtle moment of distraction, Tang Yan seized the opportunity, intensifying his attack. The powerful palm shadows densely struck Yuan He's chest, and the green flames adhered to him.

"Hiss, what is this?!" Yuan He was startled, screaming in pain. The flames seemed to have no temperature, but rather a cool sensation, yet they burned through his clothes and flesh, causing indescribable pain.

"Something to take your life!" Tang Yan's expression became even more ferocious, like a wild beast out of control, relentlessly attacking.

"Get lost!!" Yuan He suddenly roared, using his source energy to resist the flames and forming ice blades.

Tang Yan remained vigilant, and upon sensing the cold aura, he quickly flipped and retreated.

Bang!! The ice blade almost grazed Tang Yan's shoulder, shattering a nearby tree.

Yuan He panted heavily, the repeated use of ice blades depleting his spiritual energy. He beat the flames on his chest and used his spiritual energy to resist, quickly extinguishing them, but a fist-sized blood hole appeared on his chest, looking terrifying.

"Tang Yan, I'll make sure you die a miserable death!" Yuan He glared at Tang Yan, who was struggling to get up nearby.

Tang Yan panted heavily, looking miserable, but his eyes were as fierce as a ghost, staring at Yuan He like a provoked wild beast.

"Once I kill you, these little wolf cubs will dispose of the body, so... no one will know it was me. This is called... dying with your eyes open! Ha ha!!" Yuan He sneered, his right hand slowly clenching, a small, sharp ice blade forming, emitting a cold aura.

Purely condensing physical objects with spiritual energy! This was the most proud skill of a third-stage Martial Master!

At this moment, angry roars suddenly came from a distance.

"Who are you, how dare you!"

"Provoking our Juxiang Academy, do you want to be expelled from the Northern Wasteland?"

"Damn scoundrels, it turns out these white-eyed wolves were brought by you!"

Huh? What's going on? Yuan He was slightly surprised, slowly stopping to listen to the commotion in the distance. At this moment, he shouldn't have been distracted, but subconsciously, he thought Tang Yan had lost the ability to move, so there was no need to pay attention.

But...

"Die!!" Tang Yan, enduring the pain, suddenly burst forward, accompanied by a sharp scream, his right fist fiercely smashing into Yuan He's head. Due to the surge of killing intent and emotional agitation, green flames reappeared on his right fist.

Bang!! With only a few steps between them, Yuan He was caught off guard, hit hard, and the green flames burned his right face, severely scorching his nervous system.

Aaaaah! Yuan He clutched his face, screaming in agony.

Tang Yan's expression was as fierce as a ghost, madly knocking him down, flipping over, and riding on top of him, delivering a series of punches. Thud, thud, crack, thud, the dense forest echoed with the dull sounds of impact and the crisp sounds of bones breaking.

Yuan He screamed in agony, struggling madly, his cold blade slashing wildly, blood splattering everywhere. But Tang Yan was also in a frenzy, screaming and wildly attacking, firmly riding on top of him, like a demon, continuously punching.

Each punch left some green flames, burning the muscles inside, causing indescribable intense pain. Yuan He was both shocked and angry, but he could not resist the mad Tang Yan, nor the piercing pain.

After an unknown amount of time, Yuan He's upper body was in tatters, completely covered in green flames, and after a few convulsions, he stopped moving, having been beaten to death by Tang Yan!

Tang Yan, covered in wounds, swayed weakly, almost fainting. He endured the pain and dizziness, struggling to move away, leaning against a tree, panting heavily, exhausted and unable to move, his hands bloodied and raw, twitching slightly.

In the distant forest, the white-eyed wolves had all retreated, replaced by over thirty white-robed figures wearing fang masks. There were already three dead mentors on the ground, five students were under control, and the rest were engaged in a difficult battle.

"Alinda, take the students and go!" Arno, surrounded by golden light, like a golden war god, wielded a giant sword, wildly slashing, engaging three white-robed figures.

"Keep fighting!! Our reinforcements will arrive soon!" Alinda, along with three mentors, was fighting hard, protecting Yang Ruyan and others. The students, though somewhat panicked, were not overly frightened, occasionally interfering with the enemy's attacks.

But their formation was already in shambles, on the verge of collapse.

"Mentors, give up. Our target is just these students, not you. If you stop now, you can leave unharmed."

In the misty forest, an old man in a white cloak raised his head slightly, his narrow eyes filled with shadows.

"Leave? If we stop, we'll definitely become corpses on the ground. I don't care who you are, but provoking Juxiang students and kidnapping young masters from noble families is a crime that will not go unpunished."

"That's not your concern. We just want these children."

"Ha! Dream on!!" Arno, like a golden war god, wielded his giant sword, forming golden blades around him.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame us for being ruthless." The old man nodded slowly, and ten nearby white-robed figures crossed their hands, silently channeling their spiritual energy. The misty white fog began to spread, seemingly trapping everyone in its depths.

"Alinda, take the students and go! Keep fighting, the academy's mentors will arrive soon!" Arno, sensing the danger, roared again, his expression turning fierce. Ignoring the sword thrusts from the three white-robed figures, he firmly gripped his giant sword and plunged it into the ground, a wild roar erupting from his throat: "Students... survive... Golden Soul, explode!!"

Boom!! A massive, drum-like explosion suddenly echoed, a golden wave radiating from Arno's golden sword, sweeping through the area. Pfft, pfft, pfft... four white-robed figures were split in half, not even having time to scream. The other white-robed figures staggered back, gasping, clearly injured.

"Arno??"

"Arno Mentor!"

"No!!"

"…Don't…"

The mentors and students cried out in grief, their eyes blurry.

"You bastards, I will avenge this today, and repay it tenfold in the future. Go!!" Alinda's calm eyes trembled slightly, staring at Arno in the distance, a mist gathering in her eyes. Without hesitation, she took advantage of the white-robed figures' injuries, breaking through the encirclement, and led the somewhat dazed students out.

"This is..." The old man in the white cloak was slightly surprised, giving Arno a few more glances.

Arno, in a kneeling position with his sword plunged into the ground, had a fierce and mad expression, his eyes wide open, but... he was already dead, blood flowing from his seven orifices, and his body covered in blood.

'Golden Soul Technique,' a spirit-level martial skill, burns the body's spiritual source to release a nearly tangible soul wave, capable of slaughtering enemies of a lower level in large numbers and severely injuring all martial artists of the same level.

It is a tyrannical and self-destructive martial skill. To unleash greater power, one must... burn their life and completely detonate their source energy.

Arno's sacrifice was extremely glorious, three third-stage Martial Spirits were killed, over ten peak Martial Spirits were injured, and several powerful Martial Ancestors were affected to varying degrees. This tyrannical interference also created an opportunity for Alinda and others to escape.

"Capture all the students, not one can escape. As for the mentors, execute them all, do it cleanly, we cannot leave any clues." A cold voice came from under the cloak, and all the white-robed figures bowed respectfully, quickly darting out.

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