"Old man, what is happening?"
Chu Qian's face changed.
"Kill!"
Chen Tianbao's eyes were full of blood aura. Suddenly, he fiercely launched a palm strike towards Chu Qian with great momentum.
"Be careful!"
Yang Tian shouted in a low voice, not expecting Chen Tianbao to exude the aura of an ancient martial artist.
Chen Tianbao was just an ordinary person, so why did he have the aura of an ancient martial artist?
Glancing at the wound on Chen Tianbao's chest, if not mistaken, it was caused by the Dark Saintess.
Chen Tianbao's palm strike was directly shattered by Yang Tian.
Chen Tianbao staggered backward, retching blood.
"Old man…"
Chu Qian's face was pale, wanting to step forward, but Yang Tian stopped her: "Chen Tianbao has been controlled."
"Controlled? By whom?"
Chu Qian asked anxiously.
"By me!"
A cold voice rang out. A little girl and a man emerged from the flames—it was the Dark Saintess and Blood Kill.
"It's you!"
Chu Qian's face turned pale and bloodless.
"Yes, it's me!"
The Dark Saintess nodded. She waved her hand at Chen Tianbao, and he flew forward. The Dark Saintess transformed her spiritual breath into a blood palm, striking Chen Tianbao.
With just one palm strike, Chen Tianbao was smashed.
Blood and spiritual breath splattered in the air.
The Dark Saintess squeezed with her hand, compressing Chen Tianbao's flesh, blood, and spiritual breath into a platelet: "Yang Tian, I mentioned before, to reclaim the Holy Sword, you must cleanse it with your life essence breath!"
"So you controlled Chen Tianbao to absorb my life essence breath?"
Yang Tian asked coldly.
"Exactly…"
The Dark Saintess waved the platelet in her hand.
"If you want the Holy Sword, you can try to take it. Why kill Chen Tianbao?"
Yang Tian shouted coldly, flying forward, swinging the Holy Sword in his hand.
A sword aura made of sword energy and spiritual breath smashed toward the Dark Saintess.
"A petty trick!"
The Dark Saintess sneered, effortlessly shattering the sword aura Yang Tian had unleashed.
"A petty trick? Is that so?"
Yang Tian smiled coldly, performing martial techniques mid-air, with his presence causing the entire aura to boil. Suddenly, the flames dancing around gathered in his palm.
"Heaven-shattering Palm Technique, first move, Heaven-shattering Strike!"
Yang Tian directly executed the Heaven-shattering Palm Technique.
The palm strike descended fiercely from above, aiming at the Dark Saintess.
"Oh?"
The Dark Saintess furrowed her brow, feeling the potent spiritual breath within the palm technique, which surprised her: "Yang Tian, I didn't expect you to master the Heaven-shattering Palm Technique so quickly, even more so to unleash its full power!"
"Die!"
Yang Tian slammed a palm down.
But the Dark Saintess's figure flashed, disappearing instantly. Reappearing behind Yang Tian, she watched him slam a palm onto the ground, creating a massive crater, a glint flashing in her eyes: "Yang Tian, congratulations on finally mastering a true martial technique! But you are still no match for me..."
The Dark Saintess waved her hands.
A terrifying aura pressure descended fiercely, before transforming into sharp sword tips.
Yang Tian furrowed his brow, not expecting the Dark Saintess to unleash such a terrifying attack.
"Ten Thousand Flowers Return to the Sect!"
The Dark Saintess softly shouted, all spiritual breath in front of her transforming into sword tips.
The overwhelming sword tips surged toward Yang Tian at great speed.
"With this strike, Yang Tian is destined to die!"
The elderly woman opened her eyes, her figure flashing as she shot out.
She did not expect the Dark Saintess to resort to killing Yang Tian to get the Holy Sword.
Knowing the power of Ten Thousand Flowers Return to the Sect all too well, she feared Yang Tian would surely die if struck.
Whoosh!
The elderly woman dashed out rapidly.
She didn't want Yang Tian to die, having made a decision in her heart related to him.
Thus, she couldn't let Yang Tian die.
Yet she also knew that under the Dark Saintess's Ten Thousand Flowers Return to the Sect, Yang Tian was likely to be obliterated.
"Huh?"
But soon, the old woman stopped, surprised, as she looked ahead.
Seeing Yang Tian standing still, raising the Holy Sword above his head, waves of fierce and terrifying sword aura surged toward him.
A protective shield formed by the Holy Sword surrounded Yang Tian.
The sword aura struck the shield.
Sparks flying.
To the old woman's surprise, Yang Tian relied on the shield to physically block the Dark Saintess's assault of Ten Thousand Flowers Return to the Sect.
"This is astonishing, even I would be obliterated facing Ten Thousand Flowers Return to the Sect!"
The elderly woman exclaimed in disbelief.
She probed Yang Tian's body, vaguely sensing an unusual aura, yet unable to identify it.
Yang Tian blocked the Dark Saintess's attack, his body nearly collapsing as he sat down with a thud.
"You can actually block my attack? This is Ten Thousand Flowers Return to the Sect!"
The Dark Saintess was extremely surprised.
Like the old woman, the Dark Saintess was also a high-ranking member of the Dark Organization, fully aware of Ten Thousand Flowers Return to the Sect's terror, yet Yang Tian blocked it.
"But you are exhausted now. I can kill you right now!"
The Dark Saintess said coldly, and in the next second, she descended, unleashing a palm strike, which turned into a blood claw, attacking Yang Tian.
At this moment, Yang Tian was exhausted, incapable of resistance.
A cold smile appeared on the Dark Saintess's lips.
Bang!
Yet, a blast erupted as a fierce punch shattered the Dark Saintess's blood claw.
"Elder Hong, it's you!"
The Dark Saintess quickly noticed the elderly woman, her cold face expressionless.
"Yes, it's me!"
The old woman nodded.
"Then you are betraying us!"
The Dark Saintess said coldly.
"It's nothing, I just don't want you to kill such a promising talent like Yang Tian." The old woman said indifferently: "A grand Dark Saintess, there's no need to kill someone, right?"
"What is Yang Tian to you?"
The Dark Saintess said coldly.
"My disciple! My successor!"
The old woman replied coolly.
"Oh?"
A flash of surprise appeared in the Dark Saintess's eyes. She did not expect Elder Hong to take Yang Tian as a disciple, let alone as a successor.
"Dark Saintess, give me some face and let Yang Tian go."
The old woman spoke.
"Are you willing to betray us, the organization, for Yang Tian? How dare you, not kneeling before me!"
The Dark Saintess coldly shouted, unleashing a fierce palm strike from the sky, striking at the old woman.