Volume 2, Chapter 312: Cichen Palace: Thirty people died.

At this time, in Cichen Palace, a woman in the late stage of the Celestial Immortal Realm came up to the crowd, frowned, and asked in a deep voice: "Zang, what do you want to do?"

"What don't you want to do? To avenge what happened that day." Ye Tingmu replied with a hint of laziness in his tone. It was obvious that he didn't take the people in front of him seriously at all.

"Revenge? You betrayed my ancestor back then, shouldn't we be the ones to take revenge?"

"Hmm... I need to remind you, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. What's a scam?" He spoke righteously, not forgetting to glare at me. He paused here and continued: "That was clearly a scam, okay?"

"You... are shameless."

He raised his dark eyebrows, looking unusually arrogant.

"Why don't you accept it? Then I'll give you a chance, come at me together."

Yin An said: "Zang, you are indeed very strong, but don't forget, there are more than 30 of us here, we may not be afraid of you."

Ye Tingmu shook his head, "No, no, no, they are just chickens and dogs. No matter how many there are, they are nothing to worry about."

Faced with Ye Tingmu's ridicule, the people in Ci Chen Palace could no longer bear it.

As one of the ten great immortal sects, Ci Chen Palace had never suffered such humiliation.

"Zang, you're looking for death."

After saying that, one of the men in the late Heavenly Immortal Realm suddenly drew out the sword from his waist and rushed towards Ye Tingmu. The sharp sword edge flashed a bright cold light under the starlight.

Facing the long spear, Ye Tingmu did not dodge or evade, but clenched his fist and roared, "Good timing."

Then he threw a punch.

The gilded iron fist, with a force of one hundred thousand pounds and a murderous wind, suddenly fell down.

With a loud "boom..."

The sword and fist collided, stirring up a stream of sharp air.

The man was shocked and retreated several steps, and the sword in his hand was shaking wildly.

There was a sudden look of horror in his eyes. "What a great strength."

Ye Tingmu shook his hands, relaxed and comfortable, "That's it, let me teach you how to use the sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his left foot and stepped towards the sky.

The whole person flew out in an instant, before the man could react.

He was already a few meters in front of the man.

A long black blade appeared on his right hand at some point.

He held the sword in his hand and slashed down straight.

"This sword is called Dog Slayer. You take it."

The long sword swung down, and turbulent currents raged at the edge of the sword. A sword intent fell like a ferocious beast from ancient times.

Faced with such a sword, the man did not dare to be careless at all and released his Dharma image at the first moment.

The Dharmakāya took action and also slashed out with a sword.

The distance was too close, and the two swords repelled each other almost instantly.

There was a pleasant sound of swords clashing.

Then the sword in the hand of the powerful celestial being from Ci Chen Palace shattered.

It shattered in an instant, without any warning or preparation.

The moment the sword broke, the man's pupils constricted and he looked at the Zang in disbelief.

Ye Tingmu just smiled slightly, exerted force in his hand again, and the sword continued to fall, splitting the Dharma image.

Then, a pool of blood mist splashed from the sword's tip.

The sword fell, and an arm was severed at the shoulder.

"ah!!"

The screams shook the world.

Everything happened so fast that the people in Ci Chen Palace still had not reacted.

The gap between the fairyland and the late celestial being was self-evident, but the scene before them overturned their cognition.

For the top geniuses, crossing the border to kill the enemy was nothing surprising, but the Zang in front of him crossed the border to kill the enemy without even opening his immortal ring.

Just with such a light sword, the arm of a powerful late-stage celestial immortal who had activated the Dharma image was cut off. This was what shocked them.

"Help me!" The man called for help from his teammates behind him, covering his arm and retreating quickly, ready to escape.

Since we have started taking action, how can we let them escape? Ye Tingmu swung his sword and broke through the air again.

Wherever the long sword passes, it will cut off the head.

He also crushed the man's elixir into pieces and killed a late-stage celestial immortal with two swords.

And the power of the fairy ring has not been used.

He waved his long sword, "That's too weak."

Seeing the sky stained with blood from their own sect brothers, everyone in Ci Chen Palace came back to their senses. There was hatred and fear in their eyes when they looked at Ye Tingmu.

"Damn it, let's go together and kill him."

All of a sudden, more than thirty people from Ci Chen Palace shot out ten Dharma images, and the fairy rings were colorful and shot into the sky, lighting up the night sky.

They used all their killing moves and rushed towards Ye Tingmu.

There was no reservation and everyone gave their all.

They knew in their hearts that Zang came here to cause trouble today, and he had just killed their own powerful immortal, but he had no intention of holding back.

So today, either he dies or they die, there is no other choice.

Ye Ting's eyes flashed with brilliance as he looked at the dozens of people rushing towards him, feeling inexplicably excited.

"It's been a while since we've had a group fight. Come on, I'll use you as a sacrifice today."

He rushed forward, his sword sharp.

The clash was instantaneous, and for a moment, the sword light was bright and the roar was everywhere.

The smoke and dust rolled, and the darkness of the night made the entire battlefield hazy and unclear.

However, from time to time, one could see raging sword lights, surging blood mist, and screams.

You can even see corpses falling from the sky from time to time.

Such a scene naturally attracted the attention of people around, who all looked sideways and stopped to watch.

"There's a fight going on there."

"It seems to be someone from Cichen Palace."

"I just heard them shouting 'Zang'. What they are fighting is 'Zang'."

"Oh my god, is the funeral really here?"

"One man fought against thirty men and he was not at a disadvantage. This Zang is really strong."

Baili Jianhan and Baili Qianqiu watched from a distance without saying a word. Although they knew that Zang was very strong and these people were no match for him, they still had worried looks on their faces.

The entire battle lasted for a minute, and the noise on the battlefield became quieter and quieter.

The more than ten Dharma images that were dazzling just now have now disappeared.

The collision of the swords became weaker and weaker.

There were no fewer than dozens of corpses lying all over the grassland beneath their feet.

Although at this moment, the battlefield is still filled with smoke, dust and flames, the winner and loser are clear.

At this moment, a bloody woman crawled out from inside and fled forward in a panic.

His eyes were full of panic and he was shouting for help.

However, a black sword followed closely behind, breaking through the air.

It pierced the man's chest in just a moment.

The elixir was shattered, and the man died without even being able to scream, his body falling towards the sky.

The battle ended here.

A young man came out from the scene of the chaos, carrying a coffin on his back.

His white clothes were stained crimson with blood.

His hair was also covered in blood.

But it can be seen that this blood is not his own blood.

At this moment, wherever Zang stood, he looked like a Rakshasa.

When the people around saw this scene, they all gasped.

In just a few minutes, more than ten celestial beings and immortals from Ci Chen Palace were all killed by Ye Tingmu's sword.

But the funeral was unharmed.