Someone had launched a surprise attack, attempting to assassinate them.
However, this person was unaware of Yang Yan's trump card!
Using a sword?
Among those with the same level of cultivation, who could harm Yang Yan with a sword?
Crack, crack, crack!
The sword had already shattered in the air before it even got close.
"What!"
The would-be assassin targeting Yang Yan momentarily froze in shock, nearly stupefied!
He immediately let go, abandoning the sword in his hand.
His body flew backward, landing on the ground.
His sword-wielding hand trembled, blood flowing from it.
"Master, it's the Little Genius from the Qingfeng Sect, Chu Lian," Leng Bi Yue introduced.
She was well-versed and knew many young geniuses.
"Hmm, kill him," Yang Yan said.
He would never spare anyone who wanted to kill him.
"Yes, Master." Leng Bi Yue took out a medium grade Treasure she had just acquired and favored the most.
It was a crescent-shaped object, swirling around her.
A fierce aura emanated from it, as if it could cut through anything.
"Aren't you coming out yet?" the Little Genius of the Qingfeng Sect, Chu Lian, called out.
More than one person!
In fact, several people were teaming up to surround and kill Yang Yan.
"If you don't come out, I might end up dead," Chu Lian continued.
He saw Leng Bi Yue descending, surrounded by the crescent-shaped Treasure.
She split the void, radiating a cold murderous intent toward him.
"They're here!"
"They're here!"
"They're here!"
At this moment, figures appeared one by one, making a total of eight including Chu Lian.
Among the eight, Yang Yan had met two.
One was the Saint Heir of the Xuantian Sect, Yuan Shaotian.
He was Zhang Yuanlin's cousin, with cultivation at the Daoist Palace Realm.
In the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, he hadn't dared to make a move.
As Yang Yan had expected, he had gone to fetch others.
Beside him stood Zhuo Tian.
Yuan Shaotian's good friend, also with cultivation in the Daoist Palace Realm.
The most striking presence was the Saint Heir of the Xiantian Sect, Zhou He!
He was surrounded by Innate Energy, exuding a mysterious aura.
Compared to the Saint Heir of the Xuantian Sect, Yuan Shaotian, he seemed much stronger.
"Why did you show up so late?" Chu Lian said irritably.
He circulated his Profound Qi, suppressing the tremor in his heart.
"Chu Lian, you said you could handle this alone. We thought you were truly that formidable.
Who knew..." a young genius didn't finish speaking.
But the implication was obvious, who knew Chu Lian was so incompetent.
With one sword attack, not only did he fail to kill Yang Yan,
but he couldn't even probe his opponent's cultivation level.
His sword was destroyed!
"Hmph, I admit I underestimated him earlier.
You guys better be careful, that guy is something else.
*At the moment I was about to strike him, I felt a suppression from deep within my soul.*
And even though my sword lacks spiritual wisdom, I could sense it was terrified," Chu Lian said coldly.
A sword being afraid?
This was extremely rare!
"Obviously, it's just your incompetence, and you make him out to be so strong," Zhou He said disdainfully.
He hovered in the air, hands behind his back.
With an aura of Innate Energy, he looked like a celestial spirit.
"Zhou He, if you're so confident, go kill him, and we'll see how you do it," Chu Lian said with great displeasure.
Yuan Shaotian then laughed.
"Everyone, let's not argue.
We are partners, and we should work together.
Anyway, the three of them are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of us, easy to kill!" he said.
"Shaotian is right, everyone, stop arguing.
Let's kill them first, to prevent future problems," Zhuo Tian also stepped in to mediate.
Chu Lian nodded.
"Alright."
A longsword exuding a thick aura of Innate Energy appeared behind Zhou He, a Divine Sword refined for him by the saints of the Xiantian Sect using Innate Energy.
It was the Innate Polar Light Sword!
Once unleashed, it was incredibly fast.
"Fine, you deal with Leng Bi Yue, Wudao Tian, I'll go kill that man." He grasped the Innate Polar Light Sword.
"Zhou He, wait a moment, perhaps we don't even need to make a move," Yuan Shaotian said with confidence.
Zhou He was stunned.
"What do you mean?"
Yuan Shaotian calmly stepped forward.
"Leng Bi Yue, Wudao Tian, if you kneel now and beg our forgiveness,
and join us in dealing with him,
we may spare your lives. Otherwise, you'll have to die with him," he said.
He aimed to sow discord between Leng Bi Yue and Yang Yan, to alienate them, and bring Leng Bi Yue over to their side.
This would give them a greater chance of success and save them from having to kill Leng Bi Yue and offend the Fairy Sect.
They wouldn't even need to kill Yang Yan themselves, Leng Bi Yue could do it for them, and they would simply take the spoils.
Leng Bi Yue sneered coldly.
"You think you can kill me and Master? What a joke!"
Yuan Shaotian shook his head slightly.
"We have eight people, two Saint Heirs.
Do you think we can't kill you?
Those who know when to bow are wise!
Understand?"
"No, I don't."
Yuan Shaotian's face darkened.
"I'm giving you a chance to live, and you refuse.
If you're seeking death, don't blame us.
Everyone, let's do it and kill them.
Seize the treasures and avenge my cousin," he said.
His attempt to sow discord failed, leaving him enraged and exposing his murderous intent.
"What a waste of time to just kill them," Zhou He said contemptuously.
He thought Yuan Shaotian had a more sophisticated plan.
Saying this, he wielded his sword and moved toward the carriage.
"Come out and fight me!" he shouted.
Swish!
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Jingyin and Jingxin, both holding swords, stepped out.
"If you want to fight Master, you'll have to get through us first."
They were Little Geniuses of the Cihang Jingzhai with cultivation in the Daoist Palace Realm as well.
Their appearance changed the expressions of Yuan Shaotian and the others.
Jingyin, Jingxin, Wudao Tian, along with Leng Bi Yue, and Yang Yan, who had yet to appear.
That made five people!
Leng Bi Yue was a genius, a Saintess.
Wudao Tian's cultivation was in the Four Extremes Secret Realm, close to the two Saint Heirs in strength.
Including Yang Yan, it was almost like four Saint-level figures on the opposing side.
On their side, only Zhou He and Yuan Shaotian were Saint Heirs.
Though they had more people, like Chu Lian from the Qingfeng Sect,
who had been injured without even touching Yang Yan, he was at most half a person.
Overall, their numerical advantage was completely gone, even at a slight disadvantage.
Before making a move, they were already at a disadvantage!
How could they make a move!
"Jingyin, Jingxin, both of you are Little Geniuses from Cihang Jingzhai, why are you following him?" Yuan Shaotian asked, full of confusion.
Jingyin and Jingxin displayed no expression, uttering five words.
"None of your business!"
Yuan Shaotian opened his mouth but fell silent.
Indeed, it wasn't his business!
"Shaotian, should we retreat?" Zhuo Tian transmitted quietly.
Originally, they had a great chance of winning!
Now there was no chance at all!
A sense of trepidation arose within Yuan Shaotian, too.
"Zhou He, let's leave for now and regroup," he called out.
Zhou He's expression shifted.
He also sensed things were not right and prepared to retreat.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
Suddenly, this side was enveloped in a fierce windstorm, and a dragon shape flew out from within the carriage.
In a short time, it transformed into a small tornado.
"Damn, he even captured and refined the dragon shape manifesting from a Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator! Run!" Chu Lian exclaimed in horror.
Earlier, their odds were slim at best. Now, odds?
There were no odds!
"This guy, how does he have so many tricks!" Yuan Shaotian said in a tense voice.
They had come with great confidence.
How could they have known that in the same time frame as them, their opponent had acquired even more methods and trump cards?
"Let's go," Yuan Shaotian shouted. "Just wait, I'll make you pay sooner or later."
He left a threat behind as they prepared to flee!
Leave?
"Do you think you can leave?"
Yang Yan slowly stepped out from the carriage.