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At this time, the three-coloured ball was spinning inside Xia Yang's body, and his body was releasing a burst of killing intent, as he started to move step by step.

At first, those conceited Xia Mansion disciples were stunned, their bodies involuntarily trembled, but soon after, they relaxed. They thought that the evil aura left behind by the battle had almost made them cry out loud, and then, these people became furious.

Xia Yiqiu shouted, "Little bastard, you want me to wait for you using the remnants of the battle? "Wishful thinking! Trash is trash!"

Saying that, Xia Yiqiu shot forward, a cold smile forming on his lips.

Some time ago, when Xia Yunkuang returned, he had almost taken down his Xia Mansion. These people all hid behind their elders' backs, not daring to breathe too loudly.

When the non-humankind attacked the human defense line, these people would hide in their Dragon Fault Heavenly Palace, silent and shivering. Not to mention fighting against the outstanding youths of other races.

These were just a bunch of idiots from Xia Mansion, bullying the weak and having no burdens. However, they still kneeled down humbly with a humble demeanor in front of experts.

Perhaps in front of the non-humankind, they didn't even have the right to bow and kneel.

"Little bastard, even if that old bastard doesn't die, the ancestors will not let him live on peacefully. Go accompany him!" Xia Yiqiu's figure flashed, his mouth was not idle either.

He was disdainful of evolving creatures to attack Xia Yang, but the strong qi was attached to his palm and was attacking Xia Yang's heart.

"Big brother, kill him!" Xia Tong cheered, and even clapped at the side. The others were either waving their fans or watching him coldly. They still felt like they were high and mighty.

Boom!

Some of the broken stones were even blown away by the strong qi. Xia Yiqiu's face turned purple, and Xia Yang did not even take a step back.

He still continued to advance, supporting himself with each of Xia Yiqiu's palm, he advanced steadily forward …

Ka-cha …

The Xia Mansion disciple who was fanning himself was shocked, but because he had used too much strength, the expensive folding fan in his hand was broken just like that, and his eyes almost popped out.

Tap, tap, tap.

Xia Yang advanced one step at a time, until Xia Yiqiu just pressed his palm against Xia Yang's chest and retreated step by step, as he forgot what he was supposed to do next.

"He … How could this be … "A cultivator?" Xia Tong's words trembled a little.

She clearly understood the power of Xia Yiqiu's palm strike. Although it had not evolved into a living being, that palm strike might be Xia Yiqiu's full strength. Even a mid stage Refinement Stage cultivator would not be able to safely receive that palm strike.

Everyone was flabbergasted, but Xia Yang's little companions had long accepted the reality and looked at the disciples of the Xia Mansion with ill intentions.

Suddenly, Xia Tong seemed to have thought of something and shouted, "Brother, he might have gotten a defensive War Weapon somewhere and attacked his temple!"

Until now, Xia Tong was still fantasizing about Xia Yang's status as a trash, thinking that he had a defensive War Weapon to defend against Xia Yiqiu's attacks.

Xia Yiqiu woke up from his dream and realized that his right hand was still pressed against Xia Yang's chest. His left hand changed from a palm to a fist and brought along a torrent of strong qi s as he struck towards Xia Yang's temple.

Bang!

Another shockwave sounded out, following that a heart-wrenching howl resonated out, Xia Yiqiu's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and he half knelt on the ground.

The pain in his right hand was not only that, but the bones in his left hand were also shattered. His other hand was so soft that he didn't have any bones to support it anymore.

However, Xia Yang was still advancing forward, and his vital parts were attacked, yet he was actually unharmed.

"Ah …" The remaining disciples of Xia Mansion could not help but retreat, and the way they looked at Xia Yang was like looking at a freak.

Even if a cultivator at the great circle of the Bone Tempering stage were to be struck by Xia Yiqiu's fist to the temple, not only would he not die, he would definitely faint, or even become a fool.

"If you are not Xia Yang, then who are you?" At this moment, the way these people addressed him had changed. The little bastard in their mouths had become Xia Yang.

Xia Yang didn't even look at Xia Yiqiu and continued to walk forward. Every time he took a step, the remaining seven people would unconsciously take a step back.

Moreover, their hearts were beating uncontrollably.

This was all too bizarre.

The corner of Xia Yang's mouth curled into a sinister smile. He slowly extended his hand behind him, and such a action caused the other seven to turn pale with fright. They thought that he was going to use some powerful War Weapon to battle.

In the next moment they heaved a sigh of relief, only to see Xia Yang holding onto a mask, the most ordinary kind.

"Seems like the favored ones of Eastern Palace, Xia Chen, have yet to return. Let me tell you all this!" Xia Yang slowly put the mask on his face.

Following that, eight shocked faces appeared. Even Xia Yiqiu had forgotten the pain as he stared blankly at Xia Yang, who was also the Mask Man.

You …" "You." When Xia Jin, Xia Yi Qiu, and Xia Tong saw this mask, they felt the same way.

The reason why the three of them did not participate in the Myriad Clans Competition, was completely related to the Mask Man.

"This is me, Xia Yang is still me!" Behind the mask, no one knew what expression Xia Yang had, but those arrogant Xia Mansion disciples all had pale faces.

They didn't think about why the Mask Man was Xia Yang, why Xia Yang had such a heaven defying strength, and still continued to act so cowardly. All of this wasn't important, what was important was a single word.

"Let's go!"

It was unknown who could not endure this kind of fear and depression, but after saying that, they immediately turned and ran. Even Xia Tong didn't care about his own brother anymore, she turned and ran.

"Go?" Do I agree? "

Numerous afterimages flashed, as if at this moment, the entire courtyard was filled with Xia Yang's figures. One Mask Man after another appeared in front of them, causing the hearts and minds of these Eastern Palace disciples, who usually had high expectations, to shatter.

The first to be hit by the impact was Xia Jin, who was running away the fastest. He was very cunning, when Xia Yiqiu had attacked Xia Yang in the beginning, he had already noticed that Xia Yiqiu was not ordinary, so he had retreated to the back.

Escaping now, he was naturally the person who should leave the place the most. It was just that unfortunately, he was kicked back by Xia Yang.

There was a continuous stream of miserable screams, and none of them could escape. They were all stopped by Xia Yang, and all of them laid on the ground, wailing as if they were dogs eating feces.

Everyone knew that it was Xia Mansion. However, this time, Xia Tong really had the urge to die, her face was covered in feces, which were all left behind by the War Pet that was raised by Xia Mansion. There were no longer living things on her Xia Mansion, and there was no one to clean her face.

On the other side, Xia Jin was in a worse state than Xia Tong. He had been thrown into a fecal drain by Xia Yang and was currently struggling.

"Ah, I will kill you!" Xia Tong screamed, and it resonated with everyone. The rest of them endured the pain and got up, aggressively wanting to fight with Xia Yang.

Xia Tong waved both her hands, and a Luan bird pounced towards Xia Yang. It was just that this Luan bird was too blurry, and its form was not even condensed yet, let alone its charm.

As Xia Jin crawled out of the fecal drain, his hands also produced a large crocodile, similarly faint and blurred.

However, even though the life form that they had evolved into was a Phantom, it still gave off a sense of pressure. As direct descendants of Eastern Palace, Xia Tong and Xia Jin were both fortunate enough to have been guided by their fathers to comprehend the stone inscription diagram.

Although they were not as solid as Xia Chen's evolution and were imbued with its spirit power, the stone carving was after all an Ancient Beast. As long as they comprehended even a little bit, they would be able to win against all the cultivators.

At the same time the two evolved lifeforms were fighting, the rest of the few fierce and evil beings all rushed out with their hands, following behind the Luan Bird and the big alligator as they charged towards Xia Yang.

"I'll give you ten thousand years, and you'll still be the same. You trash must be steadfast in your self-proclaimed path!"

Xia Yang's tone was filled with disdain, what he had said just now, was something many people in the Xia Mansion had told him before, that they would repay him in a different way.

Seven creatures pounced at Xia Yang with bared fangs and brandished claws. Xia Yang's body was as still as a mountain as he raised his palm and held five fingers together.

"Kill!"

Xia Yang shouted harshly, and did not evolve into a living being. He waved his palm and slashed at the Luan who was rushing over, the Luan spreading its wings, the wind whistling through the air, wanting to send Xia Yang flying. However, a hand cut towards him, cutting the Luan's faint figure in half, dissipating into nothingness.

Following that, Xia Yang retracted his palm and extended his ten fingers. Streaks of strong qi light blades swept the surrounding area and the evolved lifeforms cried out, before they dissipated into nothingness.

The seven of them were shocked. The attack of seven cultivators with the lowest cultivation level was only at the Late Channel Opening Stage, yet one of them was able to easily destroy the attack. The most unbelievable thing was that he was able to defeat all of his opponents with his pure physical strength.

"Impossible, just what is your cultivation level?" "He's definitely not an ordinary cultivator!"

Xia Jin retreated step by step because he was shocked by Xia Yang.

Xia Yang clapped his hands, and lightly shook his head. He replied Xia Jin's words, and laughed: "Two hundred and thirty-one fists, three hundred and forty-two kicks, it's time to return it!"

Before Myriad Clans Competition, because Xia Yang and Xue Qianyu had spoken, they were resented by Xia Tong, so they blocked his path. Regarding the attack, Xia Yang still vividly remembered the scene at that time.

So now, it was time to pay the bill!