It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous; Ye Tian's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Third-rate TV drama plots are indeed unreliable; the villains' revenge is not only swift and decisive, but they also directly involve the real villains.
He wasn't even given time to level up.
The pavilion master grew impatient and pressed, "Don't you want to talk?"
Ye Tian's heart trembled at the threat of death.
What to do? Say you'll die sooner or later, instead of saying you'll die now.
Whether you die sooner or later, isn't it all the same?
It's better to take a gamble. With the Freedom Boots, you might not be able to escape.
As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn.
But if he runs away, his fellow disciples in the Ruthless Sect will likely suffer.
Li Xiaoyao, Su Muchen, Gu Nishang, and Huan Qingsha were all nearby; at this distance, there was still a chance to fight to the death.
Let's give it our all!
One only gains courage when facing imminent death; one only shows strength when Mount Tai is pressing down on one's head.
With his life hanging in the balance, what potential couldn't be unleashed? Ye Tian's fierce spirit was ignited.
"Go to hell!" Ye Tian roared ferociously, stepping off his Free Spirit Boots and moving at lightning speed.
They charged straight at their fellow disciples from the Ruthless Sect.
Save them first, then slip away. So what if he's just the head of the Imperial Pavilion? I'll come back and kill him someday!
"Hehe." Seeing him turn and run away, the Pavilion Master of Huangyu Pavilion smiled amusedly.
Ye Tian had already rushed to the gathering place of the Ruthless Sect, wrapped the four people with ribbons, and carried them away as if carrying luggage, breaking through the sky.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, wait till I kill you!" Ye Tian roared, unable to contain his anger as he fled with the sect in his arms.
Since his rebirth on the mysterious continent, his life has always been simple and peaceful. The Pavilion Master of the Imperial Pavilion appeared twice, both times with the intention of taking his life.
This grudge.
He remembered it.
"Thirty years? You can't even wait thirty seconds." The Pavilion Master's voice was cold and clear, as if he were teasing a child.
Ye Tian was startled. The Free Spirit Boots beneath his feet became ineffective, and all the members of the Ruthless Sect, including himself, fell to the ground with a thud.
"Snap!" The Pavilion Master of Huangyu Pavilion threw the Purple Gold Bell on the ground and said indifferently, "This thing can interfere with any magic weapon of a lower level than itself."
Damn! The magic boots are useless; there's no way to escape.
All that talk of waving flags and shouting slogans, the idea that fortunes change every thirty years, and that the villains are waiting for his revenge—it's all a lie.
The villain wants to kill him right now.
"Fine, don't say it then." The Pavilion Master of Huangyu Pavilion was completely impatient and too lazy to say anything more.
He slapped Ye Tian down with his palm. The overwhelming pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down on him.
Ye Tian felt a chill run down his spine as the ancient Buddha's golden palm slowly pressed down on him from the heavens. If that palm were to fall on him, he would surely die!
what to do?
In the face of life and death, only a desperate fight will suffice! Since there's no escape, then let's fight!
Fuck you!
Among the Hundred Sects of yesteryear, there once stood a sword. In the Fei Guang Mountains, Ye Tian once used this sword to slay an immortal.
If one can kill an immortal, how can one not sever the hand of an ancient Buddha?
"Bring it to me!"
Ye Tian swooped down towards the sky, his face turning purplish-blue, his veins bulging and throbbing menacingly.
Death can happen in the blink of an eye, but to live requires the courage to challenge authority.
"You want to take my life? Let me tell you, no one in this world can take my life!" Ye Tian did his best to withstand the pressure and confront the ancient Buddha's golden palm in the sky.
Swing your sword!
Where the sword reaches.
The clouds and smoke shattered, and a sound of something breaking through the sky echoed.
Cut it off!
With a deafening roar, the ancient Buddha's golden palm cracked everywhere, turning into ashes and disappearing into the sky.
Ye Tian was the only one left in the place.
"You're a great talent, but unfortunately you've met me. You must die. My name is Yu Chengen, and dying by my hand will be your honor." Yu Chengen began to take Ye Tian, this ant, seriously.
"Hoo." Ye Tian exhaled a breath of stale air.
He used the Sword of a Hundred Sects to slay the Ancient Buddha's Golden Palm, and although he was full of vigor, he was already exhausted.
The vital energy in his limbs and bones has been completely drained.
Ye Tian used his longsword to support his exhausted body.
Yu Chengen waved his hand, and not only did the golden palm of an ancient Buddha appear in the sky, but also a sword with a chilling murderous aura.
With a single swing of the blade, he will surely be able to kill Ye Tian.
"If you want to kill my master, you'll have to get past me first!" Gu Nishang shouted indignantly, drawing her sword and blocking Ye Tian's path.
"Don't even think about touching my master!" Huan Qingsha's pretty face was cold.
"The Ruthless Sect, Su Muchen."
Ye Tian was utterly exhausted, but looking at the various figures blocking his way, he smiled. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, a result of the shockwave from blocking the Ancient Buddha's Golden Palm.
He wiped away the blood.
Was this trip to this mysterious continent worthwhile? Absolutely!
The timid Su Muchen went forward without hesitation, the adorable Gu Nishang was full of murderous intent, and the foolish Huan Qingsha refused to back down.
They are all outcasts.
In this dog-eat-dog world, Ye Tian is grateful to have these last outcasts as his disciples and family.
However, they cannot die, at least not all of them. Ye Tian's thoughts raced in an instant, and the ancient Buddha's golden palm above Yu Chengen's head raised a sword. Ye Tian thrust his sword forward with all his might, piercing the purple-gold bell.
The Purple Gold Bell was not destroyed, but one of its components failed due to the tremors.
The Sky-Treading and Earth-Stepping Boots had been changed onto Su Muchen's feet, and Ye Tian used almost all his strength to wrap them with silk.
He kicked Su Muchen hard.
"Go!" Ye Tian shouted hoarsely with all his might.
Before Su Muchen could react, he was kicked away and dragged along the two members of the Ruthless Sect into the distance.
With the Sky-Treading and Earth-Stepping Boots, Su Muchen and his companions will definitely survive.
Ye Tian probably couldn't see it, because he had already been struck by the violent blade. His body instantly flew to the ground as if he had been hit by a moving truck.
Almost instantly, the pain spread and crept into his mind.
pain!
The near-desperate pain caused him to faint completely.
"The bond between master and disciple is truly touching and deserves respect," Yu Chengen commented earnestly, looking at the unconscious Ye Tian at his feet. He then raised Ye Tian's longsword and plunged it into his chest.
One sword could pierce him through.
"When did it become your place to lay a hand on my land?" Su Li suddenly questioned.
Yu Chengen was taken aback at first, then said, "You, an alchemist, cannot resolve the conflicts among martial artists."
Bang.
Without Su Li making a move, the longsword cracked inch by inch.
"I have been refining elixirs for hundreds of years, and no one has ever dared to speak to me so arrogantly."
"Yu Chengen, the Pavilion Master of Huangyu Pavilion, sounds like an impressive title. Do you really think that your Feiguang Mountain Range sect is more expansive than my Dansheng Mountain Range?"
"Destroying your avatar is a lesson for you. If there's a next time, I'll go to the Feiguang Mountains to destroy your true body."
Su Li said with some dissatisfaction, waving his whisk.
Yu Chengen, the arrogant and domineering head of Huangyu Pavilion, shattered into pieces like a cracked mirror.
Finally, Yu Chengen, his face now just a mask, said with an ugly expression, "A cunning old fool who keeps his true abilities hidden."
Having said that, it shattered completely.
Su Li snorted coldly, looked at Ye Tian on the ground and commented, "He's a real man. Even in his dying moments, he didn't sell my grandson. He brought him to the association, cured his illness, and brought him to see me."
“I understand,” Chen Jianghua replied.
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