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In fact, the old man's sonic attack was extremely powerful, with his Spirit Severing realm cultivation coupled with his unique cultivation technique coupled with the Soul Devouring Saber, which had the quality of high-grade spiritual tools, he was considered the vanguard among the cultivators of the same realm. The old man had relied on this sound attack and the subsequent overwhelming attacks to defeat a cultivator of the early stage of Body Fusion, causing the old man, Crooked Soul, to have quite a reputation in the world of cultivators.

Knowing that the old man's sonic attack was extremely powerful, Ling Yan couldn't help but frown, revealing a puzzled expression on his face. He was also surprised that other than hearing the deafening sound, he didn't seem to be affected at all. Ever since Crooked Soul comprehended this sound attack, he was not invincible. However, the cultivators that he had interacted with all had the honor of being exposed to this sound attack, so they all chose to dodge or attack back to defend against Crooked Soul's increasingly powerful attack. But now that Ling Yan was in the middle of this attack, not only did he not suffer any damage, he even looked to the east and west with a very leisurely expression. The old man's calm expression started to become heavy, and the thousands of blades in his hands once again shrunk into two glowing spheres.

Ling Yan revealed a smile as the corners of his mouth slightly moved. In the midst of the sound waves that filled the void, the old man could clearly hear a few words: "It's only so-so!" The old man's mind jolted and his eyes widened as he stared at Ling Yan in shock. These words were not a sound transmission, but rather a sound transmission that was impossible to carry out in this distorted space. The words that Ling Yan had spoken were directly transmitted into the elder's ears through voice transmission, a voice transmission that was even more difficult to carry out than sound transmissions. Upon hearing the four words, the old man's mind almost failed, but it was already impossible for him to back down now. The old man changed the hand seals again, and the ball of blade pieces began to spin at high speed.

If he had used his own true energy and shouted out loud in the distorted space, perhaps only he would be able to hear it. Ling Yan had come up with a move to shock the old man, and seeing that the old man's move had changed, he knew that the old man was about to use his most powerful trump card, perhaps this next move would be more than enough to drink his own pot of black silk true essence without even using his own. Ling Yan did not have the tendency to suffer any abuse; he had just stopped in mid-air and let the old man do as he pleased because he knew that the old man could not threaten him. The true essence within his body rushed towards the black sword in his hands. Suddenly, the black sword began to radiate with light. "Dark!" Following the ringing sound of the sword, the body of the black sword suddenly turned into an enormous sword several tens of meters long. The white sword beam that shot out from the tip of the sword was over a hundred meters long, and it illuminated the somewhat dark sky. Ling Yan shouted, "Old man, take this!" The huge sword brought up a huge white curtain of light as it slashed down on the old man.

The old man, Crooked Soul, just happened to lift up the two meter long sword ball. With a loud bang, the sword ball rapidly flew towards Ling Yan. Before the sword ball could even fly half the distance, it fell down from the sky. There was a loud sound, and this loud sound covered all sound. Space rippled, and powerful currents wreaked havoc in all directions. The huge sword in Ling Yan's hand vanished, returning back to its original form. His body was pushed a few hundred feet away by the force of the explosion before he regained his balance. His chest felt stuffy, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. The sound rang in Ling Yan's mind, causing him to be stunned for a moment. He subconsciously recalled that it was Zifu's Yueyue who felt that he was injured, and issued a warning, but he immediately denied this thought, because even though this weak voice rang in his mind, Ling Yan could clearly feel that this sound came from a far away place in the south. As Ling Yan was puzzled, he heard a whistling sound in his heart, the sword ball that was broken down by the huge sword did not dissipate, it had now become an irregular wall five to six meters away. Ling Yan had always kept this in mind, but now that life and death situation was critical, he couldn't afford to hold back. Otherwise, his body wouldn't even be able to make it to a complete part of Sunset Clouds.

With his mind focused, a vast aura burst forth from his body, and a layer of faint green light covered his entire body, covering the blade wall. With his mind focused, a vast aura spread out, and a layer of faint blue light covered his body, and at the same time covered the blade wall, a layer of dim blue light covered his body. Ling Yan's figure flashed, appearing in front of the dispirited old man. He gently struck out with his palm —

Ling Yan was truly infuriated. If not for the existence of the core in his body, he probably would have been killed by the wall. For a mere Star Fixation Disc, this old man had actually turned a blind eye to human lives. After suffering countless hardships, Qian'er and Ling Yan had arrived at this place where cultivators gathered. They hadn't even met their family once, and they had almost lost their lives. This was the first time in Ling Yan's life that he had the intention to kill. A figure suddenly appeared, and a green light penetrated Ling Yan's body. In the crowd, the green light had already penetrated Ling Yan's body, but the old man could clearly see that the moment the green light reached Ling Yan's body, Ling Yan had already moved to the side, and just as the green light passed through Ling Yan's body, Ling Yan had already returned to his original position, his palm still pressing onto his own chest.

The old man's mind was already damaged as he was being pulled back by Ling Yan's sword while the ball was being split apart by his sword. The final appearance of the wall was a natural evolution of his moves, not something the old man was determined to kill. As long as cultivators reached a certain level of cultivation, unless they had absolutely irreconcilable hatred towards each other, it would be very difficult to discuss life and death. Just like how the old man repeatedly warned Ling Yan at the beginning, it was not easy for everyone to cultivate. However, the Star Setting Plate in Ling Yan's hands contained immeasurable value to cultivators. Not to mention the elderly, as long as cultivators with a certain level of strength were to be aware of it, they would immediately snatch it from him.

Halfway through his fight with Ling Yan, the old man already knew that Ling Yan was not as easy to bully as he looked on the outside, but once they started fighting, the situation was no longer the same. It was undeniable that the old man did have the intention to kill Ling Yan, because in the end, it was impossible for him to do so. Because it was related to the rise and fall of the sect and his dream, he could not hesitate in the slightest. The next moment, Ling Yan appeared in his original position, and in the next moment, Ling Yan appeared in front of him. This speed, the old man knew it was called 'Teleportation', which could only be used at the late stage of Body Fusion, the old man's heart sank, he understood that he had traveled the world for thousands of years, and today was the day of his life's destruction. He sighed, giving up any thoughts of resisting it, yet Ling Yan's light palm strike seemed to be able to destroy everything, even if he blocked it, he would still die.

Although this movement only lasted for a fraction of a second, Ling Yan's killing intent was slightly reduced. Thinking of the old man's words before the fight, the black hair that was imprinted on the old man's chest recovered its true essence and was slapped away with a third of his true essence. With a groan, the old man was sent flying a few meters in the air before falling to the ground like a rock.

"Master!" With a cry of surprise, Yi Mei shot towards the body of the old man.

Ling Yan slowly turned his body in mid-air as he coldly stared at the few people who had appeared later. That green light had been shot out by a burly man standing in front of them just a moment ago. Ling Yan slowly flew to the side of the group and glared at the burly man as he coldly asked, "Did you ambush them?"

The burly man had bulging eyes and a bulging nose. He looked somewhat similar to the Germans of Earth, and he was quite tall and sturdy. He had a bald head of hair, and a long purple coat with no buckles that fluttered in the wind. At this moment, he had his hands behind his back, calmly looking up at Ling Yan in midair. After a long while, he replied, "That's right, I ambushed you earlier. Please forgive me!

"Would the dead forgive a living person if I reacted slowly?" Ling Yan raised his right hand as he spoke, and his five fingers slowly pressed down on the burly man. Since he was going to fight, he might as well do it for the fun of it. Since things had already turned out like this, he might as well make things bigger! Ling Yan swept his gaze over the ground just now. The transfer array on the ground had already been destroyed to an unsightly extent. The moment he began to fight with the old man, Ling Yan's first move had already struck a large trench on the ground, affecting the transfer array.