Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 170 I'm talking about your mother!

As soon as Yao Tian finished speaking, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly, and a deathly silence enveloped the entire place, even the sound of the wind disappearing without a trace.

Although the faces of the people hidden behind various masks could not be clearly seen, their slightly tense postures still suggested the struggle and fear hidden behind the masks.

During this period, the six ancient tribes have caused chaos and unrest in the Central Plains, with complaints everywhere. Now, who doesn't know their temperament?
How could they be so naive as to think that the investigation Yao Tian mentioned was just a simple questioning?
Everyone present knew perfectly well what was going on.

Even if I really have nothing to do with the Spirit-Pregnant Powder, if I fall into the hands of the Medicine Clan, I'll probably be in serious trouble. If I'm unlucky, I might even be beaten to death!
"Oops!"

If others were already so anxious and uneasy, Xiao Yan's expression became even more unpleasant.

Once he falls into the hands of the Medicine Clan, he will be doomed!
The three months of torture that Yao Wangui inflicted on him back then are still vividly imprinted in his mind, and he still gets chills when he wakes up in the middle of the night!
Escape! You must escape!
Just as Xiao Yan made up his mind, a voice filled with anger broke the silence.

"Even if you are a member of the imperial family, you can't go this far!"

Suddenly, a man in black robes in the crowd raised his hand and removed his mask, revealing an old face covered in wrinkles but with piercing eyes.

Xiao Yan turned his head and, upon seeing the old man's face, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Old Monster Qinghua?"

He recognized the old man.

Back when the teacher was still around, he would occasionally chat with him about his past adventures in Zhongzhou, and he would mention this old monster from Qinghua.

The opponent was not only a powerful Dou Zun, but also a famous eighth-grade alchemist in the alchemy world. Back then, he had even competed with his teacher for the Bone Spirit Cold Flame, along with Elder Mu Gu.

However, unlike Elder Mu Gu, who harbored resentment and targeted others at every turn after failing to win a contest, he was not narrow-minded.

Although the old monster Qinghua was defeated by his teacher back then, he did not turn against him because of it. On the contrary, he admired his teacher's alchemy skills and they drank and talked happily together.

In today's chaotic world of alchemy, this senior figure, with his loyal and righteous nature and superb alchemy skills, is indeed a highly respected person...

Xiao Yan's gaze sharpened slightly.

The Spirit-Nourishing Powder can not only help mortal souls transform into spirit souls, but it also greatly benefits the cultivation of soul power in the spirit realm. It can be used until the spirit realm is perfected.

If he remembered correctly, this senior had also obtained a set of Spirit Dust at the previous trade fair, thanks to his considerable wealth.

Their current resistance is probably because they don't want to lose the Pregnancy Powder...

"A mere four-star Dou Zun dares to defy me?"

Yao Tian's voice was as cold as ice.

"If you hadn't insisted on forcing me, who would have been willing to risk their life to resist!"

Old Monster Qinghua stood tall with his back straight, his aged face full of sternness, and the powerful fighting spirit within him surged, erupting like boiling magma, carrying with it an unyielding will.

A glimmer of hope rose in everyone's eyes.

"Stubborn."

Yao Tian let out a cold snort, merely raising his finger, a faint wisp of golden battle qi swirling around his fingertip.

Yet this seemingly weak fighting spirit exuded a terrifying power that made one's heart tremble, causing the space to shake violently even before it got close.

"Tear!"

Golden battle qi shot out like a sharp arrow, and with a muffled "plop," the battle qi pierced straight through the chest of the old monster Qinghua, and blood gushed out instantly, staining the ground in front of him red.

"Uh……"

Old Monster Qinghua fell backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

"Who else!"

Yao Tian's gaze was like a cold blade, and the killing intent in his voice was almost tangible.

This overwhelming disparity completely shattered any remaining thoughts of resistance in everyone's hearts, and despair engulfed them like a tidal wave.

"no!"

Xiao Yan's eyes hardened, and he transmitted his voice, "Senior Tianhuo!"

"You go south, I'll go north, let's go!"

With a roar, Venerable Heavenly Fire unleashed his immense battle qi, which shot into the sky like a burning flame and hurtled headlong northward without hesitation, moving so fast that even his afterimage was invisible.

"it is good!"

Xiao Yan instantly circulated his Dou Qi to its limit, a faint halo surrounding his body. With a sway, he sped off towards the south.

The two figures, one to the north and one to the south, instantly created a huge distance between them. Everyone present was initially stunned, then realized this was their only chance to escape!

In an instant, everyone stopped hesitating, unleashed their fighting spirit, and scattered in different directions, turning the once silent arena into chaos!
"Ridiculous!"

The repeated resistance annoyed Yao Tian, ​​and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Why don't you just surrender obediently!"
Did they really think they could get away with such a clumsy trick right under my nose?!

Yao Tian suddenly raised his hand, his large palm clenching in the air. A vast and boundless spatial power surged from his palm, like an invisible giant net, enveloping the fleeing crowd with overwhelming force!

In just a few breaths, the power of space completely enveloped the entire area. The next second, all the fleeing figures were frozen in place as if under a spell, unable to move even a fingertip.

Xiao Yan was frozen in mid-air, feeling his Dou Qi being suppressed, and a deep despair finally appeared on his face.

"This time, it's really over..."

He felt incredibly bitter; the difference in their strength was simply too vast.

Yao Tian wasn't serious at all; the spatial power he casually unleashed was enough to render them all powerless to resist, leaving them no chance to even struggle!

"You two, come here!"

Yao Tian's cold gaze locked onto Xiao Yan and Heavenly Flame Venerable.

With a slight flick of his wrist, two invisible forces instantly bound the two individuals, pulling them out of the frozen crowd and placing them in front of him, ignoring their resistance.

"It seems there's no need for such a big deal. You must have a great deal of connection with the person who created the Spirit-Nourishing Powder."

Yao Tian slightly lifted the spatial restrictions on the two and asked sternly, "Where is the person who has mastered the method of refining Spirit-Nourishing Powder?! Speak!"

"do not know."

Xiao Yan said coldly.

"If you didn't know, why did you run away? Are you feeling guilty?"

Yao Tian pressed on relentlessly, his face full of doubt.

"Speak now! Or I'll kill you on the spot!"

"I'm talking to your mother!"

Xiao Yan suddenly looked up, his suppressed anger erupting all at once. His eyes were bloodshot, and he spat a mouthful of saliva hard into the other person's face!

But the saliva had barely reached mid-air when it was firmly held in place by the remaining spatial force, hovering between the two of them, the crystalline liquid particularly dazzling.

But Xiao Yan's actions completely ignited Yao Tian's anger!

Yao Tian laughed in extreme anger, his eyes filled with chilling violence and murderous intent: "Good, very good indeed!"

His hand suddenly turned into a claw, and chilling battle aura swirled around his fingertips. Like a sharp steel claw, it lashed forward with a sharp sound as it tore through the air!
"Pfft-!"

The dull tearing sound was extremely piercing. Yao Tian's palm pierced straight through Xiao Yan's chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his arm and robes red!
The next second, he pulled hard on his wrist, and a heart that was still beating and covered with blood vessels and fascia was forcibly pulled out of Xiao Yan's chest cavity!
"Wow--!!!"

Veins bulged on Xiao Yan's face, each one distinct like a coiled dragon, and cold sweat mixed with hot blood dripped down his cheeks.

Blood continued to gush from the wound in his chest cavity, each drop falling with the throbbing of his heart as it was clenched in his palm, the "drip, drip" sound echoing throughout the room.

"Say!"

Yao Tian gave a cold laugh, his hand clenching his heart tightening slightly.

"hiss--!"

In an instant, intense pain shot through Xiao Yan's nerves and into his brain, causing his body to convulse violently, almost making him lose consciousness.

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, his lips stained crimson with blood, and with his last ounce of strength, he squeezed out the words: "...Get out!"

"He's quite a man."

Yao Tian narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strange look appeared in his gaze as he looked at Xiao Yan.

He had always regarded the mainland's human race as lowly people to be trampled on at will, but this kid in front of him made him feel that he was somewhat different.

At that moment, he keenly sensed something was amiss and exclaimed softly, "Your mask is rather strange. It's probably made using some kind of sophisticated secret technique. Even with my soul power, I can't see through it."

Yao Tian's expression suddenly hardened, and a sense of curiosity arose in his heart regarding Xiao Yan's identity.

Without further hesitation, he raised his free hand and, with irresistible force, was about to violently rip off the black gold mask on Xiao Yan's face!
(End of this chapter)