Chapter 067: Robbing a Saint

  "Hehe, Brother Hao, I'm here. Why didn't you wait for me?" The elegant youth grinned at Xing Hao. The two had met by chance on Martial Path Mountain and had teamed up to unlock a hidden treasure, becoming fast friends.

  "Haha, I got held up on the way. This is Brother Yang, my savior. Come and meet him," Xing Hao said warmly, pulling the youth over.

  "Brother Yang, I'm Shan Qu. Nice to meet you," the youth said with a polite bow and a smile.

  "No need for formalities, Brother Shan. Just call me Yang Tian. Today, it's you who saved my life. I can't thank you enough," Yang Tian replied with a smile.

  "Hehe." Shan Qu scratched his head, then glanced at the black-robed figure beside Yang Tian.

  "Don't even think about it. That's my sister. You don't need to know her," Xing Hao said sternly, though a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

  "Oh... oh..." Shan Qu's face turned red, and Yang Tian couldn't help but chuckle. Despite his inexperience, Shan Qu's cultivation was formidable, especially the purple bow on his back, which gave Yang Tian a sense of unease.

  "Are we fighting or not? If not, get lost! Don't interrupt our reunion," Xing Hao barked, gripping his sword and glaring at the two figures ahead.

  "Arrogant." A shadow of malice crossed Li Hongtao's eyes as he stared at Yang Tian. Li Xuan had already given the order: Yang Tian must die. This was about the Li family's reputation, as Yang Tian had once been engaged to Li Qingxue.

  "You deal with Xing Hao. I'll handle the guy in white," Li Hongtao ordered, then charged toward Shan Qu.

  "Shan Qu, he's all yours," Xing Hao said, patting Shan Qu's shoulder before turning his attention to Huang Li. With a cold smile, he swung his gleaming sword.

  "Got it." Shan Qu nodded, his eyes locking onto the approaching figure. In a flash, he vanished, reappearing behind Li Hongtao.

  "So fast!" Yang Tian was stunned. Shan Qu's speed was incredible, far beyond what he could perceive.

  Li Hongtao's strike missed, and his expression darkened. Shan Qu's speed was far superior, forcing him to stay on guard.

  Twang! Twang! Twang!

  As Shan Qu turned, the sound of a bowstring being drawn echoed. The purple bow on his back was now in his hands, drawn to a full crescent.

  Whoosh! A purple arrow materialized on the bow, its tip gleaming with deadly sharpness. The air around it crackled as it tore through the void, its power terrifying.

  Swoosh! The arrow shot forward, piercing through layers of space, its sharp energy slicing toward Li Hongtao.

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  "Too fast!" Li Hongtao's pupils contracted as he retreated. He thrust his hands forward, releasing two bursts of azure energy that collided with the purple arrow.

  Boom! Boom! The arrow shattered the energy bursts effortlessly, continuing its relentless path toward Li Hongtao.

  "What a powerful bow!" Li Hongtao had to unleash several more strikes to finally destroy the arrow, but by then, he had been forced back over thirty feet.

  "This kid is no ordinary fighter," Yang Tian thought, watching the exchange. Shan Qu's movements were elusive, and his bow was clearly no ordinary weapon.

  "Is that the Qian Yuan Cauldron?" Yang Tian muttered, recognizing the ornate cauldron Li Hongtao had summoned. It was a semi-finished divine artifact, its surface adorned with intricate carvings of mythical beasts.

  Swoosh! Swoosh! Shan Qu's attacks were relentless. He fired arrows like a meteor shower, each strike shaking the Qian Yuan Cauldron. Li Hongtao was on the defensive, but his deep reserves of energy kept him from falling behind.

  Meanwhile, Huang Li was coughing up blood, his earlier injuries from fighting Yang Tian flaring up. He was being pushed back step by step.

  "This is incredible! Saint-level battles are so rare," the onlookers exclaimed, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle.

  "Hey, trying to run?" Yang Tian's sharp eyes caught sight of Wang Long being carried away by two disciples. With a cold smile, he leapt into action.

  Whoosh! The sound of rushing wind filled the air as Yang Tian closed the distance. Wang Long and his companions paled, fleeing in panic.

  "Stay where you are!" Yang Tian growled, throwing a punch. A crimson fist imprint tore through the air, its force shattering the void as it hurtled toward the fleeing trio.

  The two disciples panicked, channeling all their energy into their palms to block the attack. They had seen Yang Tian's power firsthand—if not for Huang Li's intervention, Wang Long would already be dead.

  "Ugh!" The collision sent the two disciples flying, blood spraying from their mouths.

  At that moment, a willow-like figure darted past Yang Tian, her legs striking the disciples' chests with brutal force.

  Yang Tian approached Wang Long, his aura pressing down like a mountain. "So, you're Wang Long. Killing you might not end well for me, but I'm willing to take the risk."

  "Yang Tian, you—" Wang Long's face twisted with hatred, but before he could finish, Yang Tian struck.

  Crack! In a flash, Yang Tian snapped off Wang Long's finger, the one wearing the spatial ring.

  "Thanks for the gift. See you never," Yang Tian said with a grin, kicking Wang Long into the spatial rift.

  "Yang Tian, you won't get away with this!" Wang Long's enraged screams echoed as he vanished into the rift.

  "What a ruthless move," the onlookers murmured, their faces filled with shock. Some couldn't believe what they had just witnessed—Yang Tian had robbed a saint!

  The contents of the spatial ring were unknown, but anything belonging to a saint from the Yin-Yang Union Sect had to be valuable. To many, it was a treasure trove.

  "Brother Yang, well done!" Xing Hao laughed heartily, continuing to pummel Huang Li. The Thundercloud Sect and the Yin-Yang Union Sect had always been at odds, and their disciples often clashed.

  "Cough... cough..." Yang Tian suddenly doubled over, coughing violently. The effort of sealing Wang Long for that brief moment had drained him completely.

  Boom! A deafening explosion rang out as a massive purple arrow struck the Qian Yuan Cauldron, shaking it violently.

  "Retreat!" Li Hongtao roared, realizing the situation was turning against him. He and Huang Li quickly withdrew, the Earth Spirit Ancient Bell shielding them as they fled.

  "Don't chase them," Yang Tian said, stopping Xing Hao and Shan Qu. "We can't stay here. Let's go."

  The four of them left swiftly, the onlookers too intimidated to stop them. As soon as they were gone, two figures emerged from the shadows.

  "Brother Murong, are we just letting them go?"

  "What else can we do? This ancient ruin isn't from an ordinary sect. Besides, only the Mark of Inheritance can unlock the core area. Even if we took it, there's no guarantee we'd gain its recognition."