The black-robed man's sinister voice rang out: "Since you've recognized me, leave your things behind, and I might spare your lives."
Zuan was a little curious. It seemed that this person had a very important background, but he wondered who it was.
He had only been in this world for a short time, and had always been in the imperial court, so he wasn't very familiar with the names and reputations in the martial arts world.
Sun Ji also asked the same question: "Old Yang, who exactly is he?"
Yang Long did not answer him, his eyes never leaving the man in black robes for a moment: "If I hadn't recognized you, I might still have had some illusions, but when has the infamous Thick-Eyebrowed Taoist ever left a survivor?"
"The Thick-browed Taoist?" Zu An frowned. He had never heard of him before. Was he very powerful?
However, he noticed the two eyebrows under the other person's cloak, which were indeed thick and black, making the nickname quite fitting.
Sun Ji said angrily, "What thick eyebrows or thin eyebrows? In Yi County, apart from the Prince of Yan, only our Sun family calls the shots. I advise you not to be ungrateful. Maybe our Sun family can take you in as a guest minister and give you a bright future. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died."
Yang Long frowned slightly, wanting to tell him to stop talking, but then he thought that since the other party had a bad reputation, it wouldn't make much difference whether he spoke or not, so he didn't bother to stop him.
Upon hearing this, the Thick-browed Taoist laughed loudly, "Hahaha, cultivators cultivate themselves, comprehend the universe, and seek a carefree and transcendent state. I, Thick-browed Taoist, have no interest in being a dog for powerful clans."
Yang Long's face burned with embarrassment. Clearly, in the other person's eyes, he was nothing more than someone's lackey. As a fellow cultivator, he also possessed his pride and immediately retorted, "What's wrong with mastering both literary and martial arts and then serving the imperial family? The path of cultivation inherently consumes countless resources. How can one person withstand such a massive consumption on their own? You speak so eloquently, but your hands are stained with blood. You rely on robbing and killing other cultivators to devour their resources and cultivation. How are you any more noble than anyone else?"
Zu An, hidden in the shadows, was taken aback. He hadn't expected that this thick-browed Taoist also relied on absorbing other people's power. Tsk tsk tsk, as expected, this kind of method would be considered evil cultivation in the martial arts world. I mustn't expose my Gluttonous Devouring Heaven Technique, lest I be hated by everyone.
At this moment, the thick-browed Taoist snorted: "Trying to stall for time with rambling nonsense? Prepare to die!"
After speaking, he waved his black robe, and a cloud of black mist rushed towards the direction of the carriage.
"Young Master, be careful!" Yang Long hurriedly protected Sun Ji, and the other guards were also on high alert, each using their unique skills to strike at the black mist, but all of them were like mud oxen sinking into the sea.
A series of screams rang out, and the guards with slightly lower cultivation levels were already being carried by the two clouds of black mist towards the thick-browed Taoist.
"Hahaha..." The thick-browed Taoist stretched out his hands and directly grabbed the heads of those people. After a long laugh, those people had been sucked dry.
"That was so satisfying." The thick-browed Taoist casually tossed the dried corpses aside, licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, and when he glanced at them, the Sun family members all swallowed hard.
Zu An frowned slightly. This guy was really bloodthirsty. Moreover, he could tell that although the other party's cultivation method and the "Gluttonous Devouring Heaven Technique" looked somewhat similar, they were actually worlds apart.
His absorption efficiency is too low. He absorbs all kinds of impurities into his body indiscriminately. If this continues for many years, his body will develop serious problems. At the same time, his mind will be distorted by the negative emotions of others. Ultimately, he will either go insane or die from a nervous breakdown.
He must be on the penultimate step right now, no wonder he seems a bit neurotic and so bloodthirsty.
While he was pondering this, the thick-browed Taoist flashed forward and charged directly at Sun Ji.
Sun Ji also had a fifth-rank cultivation level. He usually acted arrogantly and thought he was so powerful. But now, facing the murderous aura coming at him, he felt his whole body tremble and go limp, and he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.
At this moment, Yang Long roared. After all, he was a seventh-rank expert. Countless ice spikes materialized in front of him and stabbed towards his opponent.
"An ice-type cultivator." Zu'an couldn't help but think of Chu Chuyan, wondering if she had returned to her sect.
With a flick of his thick-browed Taoist robe, black mist appeared in his palm, and the ice spikes instantly melted away.
Yang Long didn't expect to stop the other party with this. With a flash of cold light, he pulled out a twelve-foot-long spear from behind his back and thrust it directly at the other party.
The spear was entirely silver-white, emanating a chilling aura.
Zuan stared wide-eyed, wondering where this guy had pulled out such a big gun.
I think I just noticed that he pulled it out from behind his butt. Hmm, that's a creepy thought!
The long spear conjured countless spear shadows, instantly enveloping the thick-browed Taoist.
Soon, it was as if brows were completely sealed by a cocoon-shaped block of ice.
The Sun family cheered, but Yang Long alone frowned.
Suddenly, a sinister voice came from the snow and ice: "In terms of spear technique, you have already reached the mastery level. Unfortunately, the gap between the seventh and eighth ranks cannot be bridged by these skills. You do not understand what it means to borrow the power of heaven and earth."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire huge block of ice shattered like an eggshell, and then exploded with a bang.
A dark figure darted out from inside. Yang Long was startled and shouted, "Young Master, run!"
He raised his gun and charged forward, but the other party neither dodged nor avoided him. Instead, he slapped the gun with his palm, and with a crack, the once imposing spear broke in two. The other party then pressed his palm against his chest.
Yang Long coughed up blood and flew backward. Fortunately, he had also cultivated for many years and managed to break free from the other party's control at the critical moment, thus avoiding being sucked dry. However, this had exhausted all his strength, and he lay on the ground with no strength left to fight.
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