The cultivator across, the most powerful one, was the first to settle his stance. His gaze, blazing, fixed on Yang Yan, and he spoke coldly:
"Yang, you sure know how to find a burial ground for yourself. First place isn't so easy to get, why don't you just obediently become a dead first place!"
Yang Yan snorted coldly, straightening his garment: "Just you riffraff? If that's all, it's better to kick you off sooner!"
As his words fell, he suddenly vanished from his position.
When he reappeared, he was already in front of the leading cultivator.
Boom!
With a punch, a trace of black emerged faintly in the void.
Although the cultivator took defensive action, even enhancing with Spiritual Power protection, it was in vain before Yang Yan's iron fist, instantly slicing him into a mist of blood like chopping vegetables.
The other cultivators, who had been glaring greedily, changed their expressions and prepared to flee far away.
But, alas, Yang Yan wouldn't let them have their way.
