Chapter 2003: Chapter 1974: Lingxin Sect
"Why aren’t you running anymore?" Chen Yang smiled slightly, already certain of his victory.
"Young man, don’t push things too far. If the three of us Spirit Gathering masters all fall here, you’ll face a furious reprisal." The middle-aged man looked uneasy, but facing death, he had no other choice.
Chen Yang found these words amusing.
Although he had no idea who the "young master" the middle-aged man referred to was.
But the fact that they could send three Spirit Gathering masters to deal with him showed their stance.
They clearly hadn’t planned to let things go.
Since that was the case, why not deepen the conflict?
"Don’t you find that funny?" Chen Yang scoffed coldly.
The middle-aged man’s face twitched and his complexion grew even worse.
"So, you’re not planning to let me go today?" the middle-aged man asked.
Chen Yang didn’t answer immediately. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Answer my question, cripple your cultivation, and I’ll spare your life."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man furrowed his brow into a deep crease.
Everything else was negotiable, but the thought of crippling his cultivation was unacceptable.
How much had he sacrificed to become a Spirit Gathering Realm master?
Plus, he was long accustomed to looking down from his high position as a cultivator. Losing his cultivation was tantamount to death.
This was absolutely unacceptable to him.
"Young man, leave some room to maneuver; pushing things too far won’t benefit you." The middle-aged man glared at Chen Yang coldly, with faint traces of lightning flickering in his hands.
He was quietly preparing to strike.
He knew he couldn’t escape.
He could only gamble everything, relying on being far from the Formation’s center, where its suppression wasn’t as strong, for a slim chance of survival.
At least, that’s how he thought.
In reality, no matter what, he couldn’t escape today.
Chen Yang was determined to kill him!
"The opportunity is yours; if you won’t take it, then offer your life!"
Chen Yang, tired of wasting words, immediately tapped his feet lightly on the ground, leaping forward to attack.
He didn’t use the Stone-Cutting Sword but went in barehanded.
Because the middle-aged man was powerful, and his skills were impressive, it was perfect for Chen Yang to hone his combat skills.
He had already figured out the middle-aged man’s attack moves, using him as a whetstone.
"Curse you!"
Seeing no way to resolve the situation peacefully, the middle-aged man fought fiercely, unleashing his strength to the fullest.
The lightning in his hands crackled sharply.
Bam bam bam...
The two exchanged blows, with the sounds of impact echoing continuously.
During the fight, the middle-aged man fought with all his might, while Chen Yang held back.
The two waged battle for over a hundred rounds.
After these hundred rounds, Chen Yang had nearly mastered the middle-aged man’s cultivation technique.
"It’s a robust martial art; greatly enhancing effectiveness in close combat."
The middle-aged man’s Thundering Palm Strike was quite exquisite; definitely a valuable asset.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t cooperative; otherwise, he could have forced the cultivation technique out of him.
Once the techniques were fully understood, Chen Yang ceased to view him as a mere whetstone.
"It’s time for you to go!"
Strengthened by his hands, he unleashed a punch like a dragon, straight at the middle-aged man’s chest.
The middle-aged man panicked, hurriedly defending with both hands!
Yet in the face of absolute power, what good was any defense?
It could only delay the inevitable defeat, never change the fatal outcome!
Boom!!
Chen Yang’s punch smashed against the middle-aged man’s hands.
While his defending hands absorbed most of the force, a portion still penetrated through to his heart!
Thud!!
Instantly, the middle-aged man felt his organs might burst; he spat a mouthful of blood, staggered backward, and fell to the ground.
"How... how are you so strong?" The middle-aged man was shocked beyond belief; he couldn’t comprehend how the opponent got progressively stronger.
Clearly, they were evenly matched; how could he suddenly become so mighty?
Chen Yang didn’t answer, as the relentless assault continued!
He swung another punch, aiming at the middle-aged man’s head.
Already disoriented from before, how could the middle-aged man fend this off?
Without any reaction, he was hit squarely in the head by Chen Yang’s punch, rolling away.
The world spun; his head threatened to split.
"Ah!!"
The middle-aged man let out a scream, the intense pain making life unbearable.
Before he could respond, Chen Yang struck again, planting a foot on his chest, pushing him down.
"Who sent you? Where have you taken the old man?"
Chen Yang towered over him, his voice icy and insistent.
"Ah!!"
The middle-aged man wailed continuously, no answer for Chen Yang.
"Not talking?"
Chen Yang’s voice grew even colder, his intent to kill clear.
"Even if I told you, would you dare to go?" The middle-aged man seemed to realize that if he didn’t speak now, he wouldn’t get another chance. So he summoned the strength to endure his body’s pain and finally spoke.
"You have one minute to explain, or I’ll make life unbearable for you." Chen Yang glanced at the time and spoke coldly.
"That old man was sent to Lingxin Sect. As for our young master, you’ll find out if you dare to go." The middle-aged man resigned himself to death, speaking with a taunting tone.
Lingxin Sect?
Chen Yang paused, having never heard of such a force.
"Where is Lingxin Sect?" Chen Yang asked without hesitation.
His relationship with Liu Taoist was self-evident. Since he was taken, Chen Yang was resolved to save him no matter what.
