The transmigrated villain wants to escape Feng Aotian's hellish situation.

Originally, Changsun Youyou was going to go to the gathering point with the group, but Linghuer stopped her, saying that he wanted to introduce her to his good friend.

The group of five gathered together.

Xuan Tianyi asked first:

"Have you encountered a large force of demonic cultivators?"

Liu Ruoqing waved her hand.

"Not really, it's just a small team of seventy or eighty people, mainly led by a great demon at the Tribulation Transcending Realm."

Situ Ye was slightly taken aback.

"Demon cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending Realm? How did you escape?"

"We naturally have the means, so don't ask any more questions."

At this moment, as if remembering something, Liu Ruoqing frowned slightly.

"The Imperial Qian Sect is much closer to Sifang City than we are, so why haven't we seen them yet at this hour?"

boom! ! ! !

Suddenly, thunder roared, and muffled thunder echoed from the sky.

Everyone looked up.

Linghu pointed to the sky.

"Look! There are people in the sky! They're fighting!"

Streaks of lightning flashed through the clouds, highlighting two dark figures.

At the same time, one can feel the billowing demonic energy within the clouds.

Not only Ling Hu'er and his group, but also people in Sifang City noticed the commotion in the sky and all looked over.

At the same time, golden rays of light shot into the sky from within the Four Directions City; these were the guards protecting the city.

It is obvious that there are cultivators fighting against demonic cultivators.

However, just as the guards took flight, a fireball crashed down from the sky.

Boom! !

With a muffled thud, the ground seemed to tremble at that moment, and the fireball fell right in the center of the Four Directions City.

Woohoo! !

The next second, a massive burst of demonic energy erupted at the point of impact.

The group of five shuddered and rushed toward the crash site without saying a word.

However, when they arrived, the scene before them stunned everyone present.

In the center was someone they knew very well.

Lord Qin Yang.

Fifty-seven: The Imminent Threat

Qin Yangjun was seen gripping the hilt of the Blood Dragon's Roar sword with both hands, and beneath his sword stood a middle-aged man emanating black energy.

Qin Yangjun has the advantage.

The sword tip had already pierced the middle-aged man's body, and blood stained the ground red.

However, a wisp of demonic energy bound the blade, causing Qin Yangjun's sword to temporarily stop.

The situation remained deadlocked.

Upon sensing the aura of the person beneath Qin Yangjun's sword, everyone gasped in shock.

The Realm of Emptiness.

He actually managed to suppress his opponent by leaping a whole cultivation level despite only being at the Nascent Soul stage?!

"Hahaha! Qin Yangjun, long time no see! You've gotten even stronger!!!"

Even though Qin Yangjun had pinned him to the sword, the middle-aged man was still laughing maniacally.

He had barely finished speaking when he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Yangjun did not respond; his face was grim, and he began to exert force with his hand.

Driven by Qin Yangjun, Blood Dragon Roar broke through that layer of demonic energy, and half of the sword entered the middle-aged man's chest.

At the same time, the power of the Blood Dragon Soul began to activate, and blood-red veins began to spread across the middle-aged man's chest.

The middle-aged man grabbed the blade of Blood Dragon's Roar, preventing it from penetrating.

The middle-aged man was still smiling as he looked at Qin Yangjun in front of him.

"Aren't you going to chat with an old friend for a bit? Ahem!"

Qin Yangjun sneered.

"Hehe, we'll have our time to talk, but not now!"

Qin Yangjun twisted the hilt of his sword, and the Golden Crow Martial Image rose up behind him.

Golden flames instantly engulfed the middle-aged man along the sword blade, yet he continued to laugh amidst the golden crow's flames.

"Haha, great! I'll be waiting for the day we can talk face-to-face! Then..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Qin Yangjun drew his Blood Dragon Roar.

With a swift sweep, and as blood splattered, Qin Yangjun sliced ​​off the middle-aged man's head with a single sword stroke.

Blood gushed out in an instant.

A demonic cultivator at the Void Realm was killed on the spot by Qin Yangjun.

They really were targeting me.

Qin Yangjun paid no attention to the reactions of those around him, but stared at the headless corpse.

Originally, he intended to hide in the shadows, fanning the evil winds and lighting will-o'-the-wisps for the demonic path.

But now that Xu Moyuan is paying so much attention to it, it's probably not going to work out.

After confirming that this guy didn't have any backup plans like corpse explosion.

Qin Yangjun flung the Blood Dragon's Roar in his hand violently, blood splattering on the ground, before putting the Blood Dragon's Roar away.

At this point, the onlookers finally came to their senses.

"This is the young master Biyue, and he really is as handsome as the rumors say."

"He's good-looking and capable. My God, how can there be such a perfect man in the world?"

"If I could spend a night with him, I would feel that my life would be worthwhile."

The speaker was a woman, and at that moment, her eyes were already sparkling with hearts.

Her words also expressed the sentiments of many women.

The male cultivators, of course, had different focuses.

"That was the legendary Golden Crow Martial Statue, wasn't it? I could feel its scorching heat even from this far away."

"This legendary martial statue, I wonder how it awakened. It truly is a chosen one."

"To be able to fight a level above another and emerge unscathed, that kind of strength should make him the best among the younger generation."

"In this competition of the four sects, it seems that the first place is already a foregone conclusion."

"Then the subsequent intercontinental exchanges should also be led by the Yuqian Sect."

"......"

The onlookers were all talking at once.

After hearing what the people around them said, Situ Ye and his group fell silent.

They originally thought that Qin Yangjun's strength was at most a fraction of theirs, with Qin Yangjun being six and them four.

But now it seems that even a 20/80 split is uncertain.

Moreover, judging from the aura Qin Yangjun exuded just now, his cultivation seems to have broken through to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

They have only just broken through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

How can they fight like this?

Ling Hu'er also looked at Qin Yangjun with a surprised expression.

"It's only been a short time since I last saw him, and he's become so amazing."

As Changsun Youyou gazed at Qin Yangjun's figure, her eyes sparkled with excitement.

He's amazing. When will I be able to have his level of skill?

At that moment, the spirit immortal inside the ring suddenly let out a muffled groan.

"Don't move, calm your mind."

Changsun Youyou was startled, and Qin Yangjun also looked in that direction.

The main reason was that Ming and Erhuang suddenly gave him a warning.

Someone was watching him.

It's them...

Qin Yangjun muttered something to himself.

These people are all acquaintances.

Situ Ye, Xuan Tianyi, Liu Ruoqing, Ling Hu'er, and... um?

Zhang Xiaoling?