Chapter 35: Instant Kill of Nascent Soul Cultivator

The four old Nascent Soul stage cultivators immediately attacked in unison, their four powerful martial arts clashing with Xu Yang's spiritual energy.

Violent spiritual energy fluctuations instantly swept through the entire auction hall. A thunderous roar echoed, white mist billowed, and the entire auction hall trembled violently as if it could collapse at any moment.

Xu Yang smirked, flipping his hand to reveal a pure white orb of spiritual energy, which then instantly exploded in his palm.

Boom...

Intense, almost pure white flames rapidly spun, forming a fire tornado that rose dozens of meters high, illuminating the entire city of Qizhou!

The auction hall was shredded by the fire tornado; nothing but melted residue remained in the extreme heat, and an area of dozens of meters was leveled to the ground.

Everyone in Qizhou City watched the fiery tornado at the auction hall, feeling the violent aura of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator, and fled in terror.

The battle of Nascent Soul stage cultivators was truly terrifying.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, the world returned to calm.

The auction hall, which had been bustling moments ago, was now empty; even the building itself was gone.

Xu Yang's gaze was calm as he looked ahead. In a crater before him, four figures lay piled up like dead dogs.

They were precisely the four Nascent Soul cultivators. Their bodies were scorched black by the flames, clothes tattered, hair gone, and their dark faces were streaked with red blood.

The four of them were still alive, not because they were powerful, but simply because Xu Yang had held back.

"Earlier, you said you wanted to kill me, didn't you?" Xu Yang slowly stepped forward, a faint smile on his lips, still appearing calm and composed.

Zhang Shuangtian stared blankly at Xu Yang, his mind in turmoil.

"Defeated, defeated, defeated in one move," he murmured, suddenly realizing how ridiculous his previous schemes had been.

In the face of absolute power, all plans were futile.

Suddenly, Zhang Shuangtian, his face filled with unwillingness, asked Xu Yang, "What... what cultivation stage are you truly at?"

"I've told you already, I'm just at the Qi Condensation stage. Why do you keep asking?" Xu Yang replied.

Zhang Shuangtian nearly choked with anger, feeling that Xu Yang's words were nothing but mockery. Four Nascent Soul stage cultivators had been defeated by a Qi Condensation stage cultivator in a single move.

"A scholar may be killed, but not insulted. Your strength is formidable, Senior; even if we die by your hand today, we will have no complaints. But for you to still claim you are at the Qi Condensation stage, are you deliberately humiliating us?"

Xu Yang smiled and said, "If you consider it an insult, then it is an insult."

With that, he walked over to Zhao Bai.

Zhao Bai was so terrified he nearly wet himself. He hadn't even fully reacted when he felt a blinding white light, followed by a scorching sensation throughout his body. Then, when he opened his eyes, this was the result.

"You can't kill me! You can't kill me! If you kill me, you'll be dead too!" Zhao Bai shouted, his voice trembling with fear and feigned defiance. His body couldn't stop shaking.

This appearance was a stark contrast to his arrogance just a minute ago; he now resembled a cowering dog.

Some martial artists who had rushed to the scene looked at Zhao Bai on the ground, not recognizing him at first.

Until someone suddenly found Zhao Bai familiar and exclaimed, "This... isn't this Zhao Bai from the Demonic Cloud Sect? How did he get back?"

"His return isn't the point, alright? The point is, he seems to have been beaten, and now he's kneeling on the ground begging for mercy."

"Oh my god, look, isn't that Xu Yang? Wasn't he wanted by the Spiritual Treasure Auction House? And the Spiritual Treasure Auction House was destroyed... this is just too insane."

People murmured in disbelief, their faces filled with shock.

"Hahaha, I can't kill you? Do tell me, why can't I kill you?" Xu Yang found it amusing. Arms crossed, he asked with interest.

"Because I am a disciple of the Second Elder of the Demonic Cloud Sect! If you kill me, the Demonic Cloud Sect will never let you go!" As Zhao Bai spoke of the Demonic Cloud Sect, his confidence gradually returned.

The Demonic Cloud Sect was a major sect in the Tianwu Commandery, with countless powerful cultivators. His master, according to rumors, had already reached the late Nascent Soul stage.

Zhao Bai believed that even if Xu Yang had a hundred times his courage, he wouldn't dare to kill him.

Arrogance gradually filled Zhao Bai's eyes as he looked at Xu Yang. Zhao Bai was even thinking about how he would persuade his master to leave seclusion and destroy the Sky Azure Sect once he returned.

"So, your backing is the Demonic Cloud Sect?" Xu Yang asked.

"Heh heh, what's wrong? You don't dare to kill me now? Come on, kill me! If you have the guts, kill me..." Zhao Bai said excitedly, not at all worried that Xu Yang would kill him.

Because his backing was the Demonic Cloud Sect, even if Xu Yang had ten thousand times his courage, he wouldn't dare to kill him!

The onlookers outside felt speechless listening to Zhao Bai's provocations. Zhao Bai was utterly asking for a beating; defeated, yet still daring to spout such arrogance.

However, while Zhao Bai was annoying, the onlookers believed that as long as Xu Yang was sane, he wouldn't kill Zhao Bai. After all, Zhao Bai's backing was the entire Demonic Cloud Sect.

For all cultivators in Qizhou, the Demonic Cloud Sect was a mysterious place that could only be gazed upon with awe.

Crack...

The moment they had this thought, Xu Yang twisted Zhao Bai's neck with one hand.

Zhao Bai died, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe that Xu Yang would actually disregard the Demonic Cloud Sect behind him and ruthlessly kill him.

"Xu Yang is finished! Zhao Bai, a disciple of a Demonic Cloud Sect Elder, died in Qizhou. The Demonic Cloud Sect will not take this lightly."

"Indeed, no matter how powerful Xu Yang is, he is ultimately a cultivator from Qizhou, a world apart from the Demonic Cloud Sect."

Just then, the other two guards of Zhao Bai, who were just waking up from their dazed state, saw Xu Yang twist Zhao Bai's head off.

When the clear cracking sound echoed, they almost fainted again.

"You, you actually killed our young master?! Our Demonic Cloud Sect will not let you go!"

One of the guards said through gritted teeth, his face ashen. Their mission was to protect Zhao Bai's safety; if Zhao Bai lived, they lived; if Zhao Bai died, they would be buried with him!

Now that Zhao Bai was dead, they would die regardless.

"Well, you can't blame me for this. You can ask everyone here; your boss asked me to kill him. I merely fulfilled his wish." Xu Yang said, his expression innocent. If there were anyone present unaware of the truth, they might truly be misled by Xu Yang.

"You... go to hell!"

The two Zhao Bai guards, knowing they were doomed no matter what, hardened their hearts, gritted their teeth, drew out spiritual swords, plunged them into their chests to sacrifice their life force, and then forcefully threw the swords towards Xu Yang.