C68 (1/2)

At this time, the three-coloured ball was spinning inside Xia Yang's body, and his body was releasing a burst of killing intent, as he started to move step by step.

At first, those conceited Xia Mansion disciples were stunned, their bodies involuntarily trembled, but soon after, they relaxed. They thought that the evil aura left behind by the battle had almost made them cry out loud, and then, these people became furious.

Xia Yiqiu shouted, ”Little bastard, you want me to wait for you using the remnants of the battle? ”Wishful thinking! Trash is trash!”

Saying that, Xia Yiqiu shot forward, a cold smile forming on his lips.

Some time ago, when Xia Yunkuang returned, he had almost taken down his Xia Mansion. These people all hid behind their elders' backs, not daring to breathe too loudly.

When the non-humankind attacked the human defense line, these people would hide in their Dragon Fault Heavenly Palace, silent and shivering. Not to mention fighting against the outstanding youths of other races.

These were just a bunch of idiots from Xia Mansion, bullying the weak and having no burdens. However, they still kneeled down humbly with a humble demeanor in front of experts.

Perhaps in front of the non-humankind, they didn't even have the right to bow and kneel.

”Little bastard, even if that old bastard doesn't die, the ancestors will not let him live on peacefully. Go accompany him!” Xia Yiqiu's figure flashed, his mouth was not idle either.

He was disdainful of evolving creatures to attack Xia Yang, but the strong qi was attached to his palm and was attacking Xia Yang's heart.

”Big brother, kill him!” Xia Tong cheered, and even clapped at the side. The others were either waving their fans or watching him coldly. They still felt like they were high and mighty.

Boom!

Some of the broken stones were even blown away by the strong qi. Xia Yiqiu's face turned purple, and Xia Yang did not even take a step back.

He still continued to advance, supporting himself with each of Xia Yiqiu's palm, he advanced steadily forward …

Ka-cha …

The Xia Mansion disciple who was fanning himself was shocked, but because he had used too much strength, the expensive folding fan in his hand was broken just like that, and his eyes almost popped out.

Tap, tap, tap.

Xia Yang advanced one step at a time, until Xia Yiqiu just pressed his palm against Xia Yang's chest and retreated step by step, as he forgot what he was supposed to do next.

”He … How could this be … ”A cultivator?” Xia Tong's words trembled a little.

She clearly understood the power of Xia Yiqiu's palm strike. Although it had not evolved into a living being, that palm strike might be Xia Yiqiu's full strength. Even a mid stage Refinement Stage cultivator would not be able to safely receive that palm strike.

Everyone was flabbergasted, but Xia Yang's little companions had long accepted the reality and looked at the disciples of the Xia Mansion with ill intentions.

Suddenly, Xia Tong seemed to have thought of something and shouted, ”Brother, he might have gotten a defensive War Weapon somewhere and attacked his temple!”

Until now, Xia Tong was still fantasizing about Xia Yang's status as a trash, thinking that he had a defensive War Weapon to defend against Xia Yiqiu's attacks.

Xia Yiqiu woke up from his dream and realized that his right hand was still pressed against Xia Yang's chest. His left hand changed from a palm to a fist and brought along a torrent of strong qi s as he struck towards Xia Yang's temple.

Bang!

Another shockwave sounded out, following that a heart-wrenching howl resonated out, Xia Yiqiu's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and he half knelt on the ground.

The pain in his right hand was not only that, but the bones in his left hand were also shattered. His other hand was so soft that he didn't have any bones to support it anymore.

However, Xia Yang was still advancing forward, and his vital parts were attacked, yet he was actually unharmed.

”Ah …” The remaining disciples of Xia Mansion could not help but retreat, and the way they looked at Xia Yang was like looking at a freak.

Even if a cultivator at the great circle of the Bone Tempering stage were to be struck by Xia Yiqiu's fist to the temple, not only would he not die, he would definitely faint, or even become a fool.

”If you are not Xia Yang, then who are you?” At this moment, the way these people addressed him had changed. The little bastard in their mouths had become Xia Yang.

Xia Yang didn't even look at Xia Yiqiu and continued to walk forward. Every time he took a step, the remaining seven people would unconsciously take a step back.

Moreover, their hearts were beating uncontrollably.

This was all too bizarre.

The corner of Xia Yang's mouth curled into a sinister smile. He slowly extended his hand behind him, and such a action caused the other seven to turn pale with fright. They thought that he was going to use some powerful War Weapon to battle.