Chapter 1142: Chapter 1142: Surrender?
With their cultivation level, attempting to confront Foundation Establishment cultivators would be like a moth flying into the flame.
Yet with the long years and wisdom of cultivators, there are always methods to fight across levels.
Just like this sword array, with Lin Zimu presiding over the main formation, combining the strength of nine disciples, ten as one, it could rival Foundation Establishment cultivators!
"There are rumors in the Outer Sect that disciples of the Ancient Abyss Sect are fearless of death during their training missions. I didn’t believe it before, but now, I do!"
"I’ll deal with these youngsters!"
As Lin Zimu and the others formed the sword array and charged, a Foundation Establishment black-clothed man coldly smirked, breaking away from the battle circle and advancing straight towards the group.
Yang Yan joined the battle, barely managing to hold off two black-clothed men.
The two chief attendants fought two against four, with one of them being an even stronger Snake Demon. Now with Lin Zimu sharing the burden, their pressure was greatly reduced!
Due to the constant use of Small Shifting to dodge the attacks from the opponents, the two black-clothed men fighting against Yang Yan finally became infuriated.
"Youngster, to think you could touch upon the Space Laws at such a young age! How enviable. Though, it’s a pity that today is the day you die!"
The two black-clothed men exchanged a glance, their coordination seamless, and both unleashed their swords.
The two longswords flew out from their grasp.
While in flight, the two sword lights intertwined, becoming a blinding silver glow!
With such immense power, how could Yang Yan dare to take it head-on?
Within the shifting void, Yang Yan once again used Small Shifting to dodge!
The repeated use of Small Shifting had already greatly drained Yang Yan’s spiritual energy.
If not for Yang Yan’s Flawless Divine Body, which could absorb the spiritual power in the air and transform it into his own energy at a rate far exceeding ordinary people, he would have already lost.
"Hmph!"
Seeing Yang Yan dodge again, the two black-clothed men snorted coldly in unison; the blinding silver light had already found its target, slashing towards the space where Yang Yan was about to appear.
No way!
Yang Yan’s heart trembled slightly, suppressing his surprise, and suddenly operated the Space Laws, forcefully stopping himself in another space, not shifting out.
"Boom!"
The immense silver light, even without encountering anyone, did not lose its momentum, forcefully slashing at the space in front of Yang Yan.
"Crack!"
This was the sound of space shattering!
The stability of this space was insufficient to withstand the combined attack of two Foundation Establishment cultivators.
"Pfft!!"
Yang Yan couldn’t help spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body forced to reveal itself.
Clutching his chest, his figure stumbled a few steps in the air, almost unable to remain afloat.
"Grandmaster!"
"Grandmaster!!"
The two chief attendants had been closely watching Yang Yan’s situation; seeing him in peril, how could they hold back any longer?
The two chief attendants seemingly unleashed all their skills, launching a storm-like attack on the two men and one demon in front of them, intending to force them back and rescue Yang Yan!
But the Snake Demon had already prepared, sneering, and transformed into its true form, risking injury for injury to entangle one chief attendant.
The other chief attendant, despite having extraordinary means, could not break through the encirclement of two black-clothed men of the same realm.
"Brat, are you the Saint Son with the Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body of the Ancient Abyss Sect?"
A black-clothed man stopped his advancing companion, looking mockingly at the blood-spitting Yang Yan.
So what if you’re the Saint Son?!
Besides hiding, aren’t you still vulnerable?
"Are you the so-called hidden-agenda cowards?"
Yang Yan raised his gaze, calmly looking at the two of them, saying plainly.
His tone was as if he was merely discussing something trivial.
"Brat, I’m surprised you dare talk tough when death is staring you in the face."
The other black-clothed man looked Yang Yan up and down, the killing intent in his eyes unmistakable.
Yang Yan had long suspected, and no longer needed confirmation now.
This was already an open and blatant strategy!
A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Looking at the two, Yang Yan tilted his neck slightly and said:
"Did you set up this elaborate trap just for me?"
The movements of the two black-clothed men seemed to pause momentarily, then one of them reacted and laughed wildly:
"Brat, so what if you know? It’s good to let a dying man die understanding why!"
"The demon was released on purpose, the people were killed on purpose! The aim was to lure you out!"
"But we didn’t expect the Ancient Abyss Sect values you so much, sending two chief attendants as well?"
"Too bad, these two chief attendants will die here today too!"
Saying this, the black-clothed man also shook his head, seemingly pitying the Ancient Abyss Sect.
Yang Yan showed a look of curiosity, smiling: "Mobilizing five Foundation Establishment experts to kill me, this kind of influence must be something extraordinary on the Wandering Dragon Star, right?"
The other person said in a sinister voice: "That’s none of your concern, brat."
Yang Yan cupped his fists towards the void, showing great respect: "There is one more matter I’m unclear about, I hope the two can let me die knowing why."
The black-clothed man on the left seemed very pleased, laughing aloud before putting his hands behind his back, coldly saying: "Brat, I’ll give you one last chance, ask away!"
He seemed quite proud of being able to grant a favor to a Saint Son.
Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body?
Saint Son?
So what!
Don’t you still have to bow to my sword in the end?!
"I wonder if the force behind you two needs talent? Although I joined the Ancient Abyss Sect, secretly I’ve long held a grudge against them, with great animosity towards the Ancient Abyss Sect unavenged!"
Upon saying this, the whole scene was shocked!
Behind, the disciples of the Ancient Abyss Sect battling a Foundation Establishment cultivator, including Lin Zimu, all showed disbelief, each terrified.
Grandmaster Yang, how could this be?!
Not to mention them, even the two chief attendants were shocked and turned their heads to look at Yang Yan.
Both of them widened their eyes, like ox eyes, trying to discern something from Yang Yan’s face.
However, Yang Yan’s demeanor remained calm and indifferent.
One could not tell if what he said was true or false.
Is it true?
If he truly had a great animosity towards the Ancient Abyss Sect, why act so calm...
Is it false?
Why would he then speak of defecting to the black-clothed men’s side?!
In a band of cultivation stars numbering in the hundreds of thousands, the number of people possessing Sacred Bodies would not exceed five figures.
Gaining the loyalty of a true Saint Son among the Three Thousand Holy Bodies is an offer that no force could refuse!
These black-clothed men had no grudge against Yang Yan, and if Yang Yan truly wanted to surrender, none of the five would dare to have ulterior motives against Yang Yan.
After all, there are five of them, not one, not two!
"Are these words true?! What deep vendetta do you have with the Ancient Abyss Sect?"
This voice did not come from the two in front of Yang Yan, but from one of the black-clothed men battling the two chief attendants.
Once that black-clothed man spoke, the two in front of Yang Yan immediately fell silent, as expected, this person should be the leader among them.
