Chapter 1310

The powerful Void Return Mirror Realm warrior made a full attack, and Yang Kai was naturally affected. The moment his figure stagnated, the overwhelming attacks had already come from the front. It was Wang Yuhan and the others who took the opportunity to launch an attack. These attacks included the power of martial skills and secret treasures, and each one was launched with anger, as if they wanted to kill Yang Kai on the spot.

As long as Yang Kai died, those two women would not pose any threat to them at all.

Facing such attacks, Yang Kai simply flipped his hand, and a shield with purple rhymes flowing on it appeared in his hand. Immediately, a strong earth and wind attribute aura burst out from the shield. Suddenly, a strong sandstorm and a sudden gust of wind blew up on the ground, and in an instant, a small sandstorm was formed at the position where Yang Kai and the other two were located, completely covering the figures of the three of them！

A loud noise came out. The power of those attacks and secret treasures bombarded on the sandstorm, but could not penetrate it at all, and all were swallowed up by the sandstorm.

Seeing this situation, Wang Yuhan’s face was extremely cold and stern. When in the Burial Male Valley, he had seen Yang Kai using this Void Grade High-Rank shield secret treasure, and naturally knew its extraordinary places. Now that he had personally made a move to attack, he even more understood the powerful defense of this shield.

As long as the martial artist holding this defense secret treasure doesn’t exhaust his Saint Yuan, it’s simply impossible for a few Saint King Realms like them to break through. In other words, with the sandstorm wrapped around them, Yang Kai and the others are already in an invincible position.

“Good！” The old man surnamed Wang’s eyes lit up instead, as if he was somewhat excited by what he saw, and said excitedly： “This secret treasure, this old man wants it！”

As he spoke, he spread his big hand, and a huge palm transformed from Saint Yuan directly grabbed towards the place where Yang Kai and the others were. The five fingers were like five mountains falling. Before it really grabbed the sandstorm, there was a feeling that the heaven and earth were being controlled.

At the same time, a golden light that was almost imperceptible suddenly shot out from within the sandstorm, and suddenly turned into a sky full of golden threads, swimming and cutting.

The huge Saint Yuan palm of the old man surnamed Wang only lasted for less than a breath of time before it was cut to pieces by these golden threads andBoom collapsed, no longer posing a threat. The sky full of golden threads also suddenly disappeared at this moment.

Before Wang Yuhan and the others could react, the golden threads had already flickered in front of them, covering the sky and the earth once again, gathering into a big net and enveloping all the Saint King Realm martial artists.

“Be careful of these golden threads！” The old man surnamed Wang hurriedly reminded and suppressed the power of his own potential towards the golden threads.

But to his great horror, not only was this golden thread not obstructed in any way, but it also cut his potential to pieces. It simply couldn’t take shape.

“Impossible！” The old man surnamed Wang’s complexion changed drastically. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he shouted in horror： “The Blood Demon Thread Secret Technique！ This is the Blood Demon Thread Secret Technique of the Blood Demon Sect. You are from the Blood Demon Sect！”

He finally remembered the origin of this golden thread through some of his experiences. But what he couldn’t figure out was why the Blood Demon Thread Secret Technique was golden. After all, he had heard that the Blood Demon Thread of the Blood Demon Sect was red.

And the Blood Demon Thread Secret Technique was one of the few secret techniques on the entire Dark Star that could break through potential.

“Whether I am from the Blood Demon Sect or not, it’s none of your business！” Yang Kai’s figure was hidden in the sandstorm. His expression was indifferent, and the golden thread in his hand moved as if it were an extension of his arm. Caught off guard, he trapped several Saint King Realm martial artists such as Wang Yuhan within it.

At the same time, with a thought in his mind, a vague command was issued.

Wang Yuhan and the others were all martial artists at the second or third level of the Saint King Realm. Their own strength was of course not weak. Seeing the old man surnamed Wang so on guard, how could they not know to use their strongest defensive means to defend against this golden thread? Moreover, one or two of them had already performed the magic and were ready to dodge.

To their great horror, before they could even make a move, a sharp pain suddenly shot through their sea of consciousness, causing their minds to waver for an instant. The Saint Yuan and secret treasures they had gathered couldn’t be activated either, and they could only watch helplessly as the golden threads descended upon their heads.

There was a hissing sound, and the golden threads vanished in a flash, once again being taken back by Yang Kai.

However, Wang Yuhan and the other Saint King Realm martial artists stood there motionless, their eyes filled with horror, as if they had seen an inconceivable scene.

Yuhan！

Seventh Grandpa…

Hua la…

The other several Saint King Realm martial artists were in the same state as Wang Yuhan. They all, as if mirrors that had been shattered, disintegrated. The wounds were neat and smooth, as if they had been cut by some sharp weapon.

With just one strike, these several Saint King Realm martial artists had all fallen here.

The scene was extremely terrifying and horrifying, and the smell of blood soared into the sky.

The old man with the surname Wang looked at the place where Wang Yuhan had fallen, staring at the neatly cut off limbs and shattered corpses. In an instant, his eyes were about to burst with anger, and his hair stood on end.

He couldn’t quite accept such a scene.

The opponent was just a Martial Artist at the 2nd-order Saint King Realm. What ability did he have to kill so many opponents whose cultivation bases were not inferior to his in an instant？ This made him feel as if he was in a dream and really couldn’t believe it. After staring blankly for a while, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the position where Yang Kai was, gritted his teeth and shouted sharply： “Boy, you dare to kill my clansman’s grandson. What insidious trick did you use！”

“Insidious trick?” Yang Kai sneered, waved his hand, and the sandstorm that had been enveloped around him suddenly dissipated Youdaoplaceholder0 his figure again. He looked at the old man surnamed Wang sarcastically and said lightly: “You’ll know when you’re dead.”

“Ignorant child, just because of you, you want to kill this old man！” The old man surnamed Wang was so angry that he laughed instead. His Saint Yuan fluctuated violently, and the killing intent in his eyes was as thick as substance. Obviously, because of the death of Wang Yuhan, he was extremely furious.”

As soon as the voice fell, a yellow bell suddenly appeared in his hand. The small yellow bell was only the size of a palm and looked unremarkable, but Yang Kai’s eyes shrank and he didn’t dare to underestimate it at all.

The opponent had the strength of the Void Returning Mirror. To deal with him, a 2nd-order Saint King Realm Martial Artist, he actually used a secret treasure. Although there was some reason for anger, it was obvious that he was going to go all out.

Just as he was on guard against what strange and powerful ability the yellow bell might have, the opponent flicked his wrist, and a chime suddenly rang out from it. When the chime entered his ears, Yang Kai actually felt his heart beating violently, and then the blood flow in his body accelerated, and an uncontrollable violence spread out from his body.

“This Soul Burial Bell of mine has never been used on a Saint King Realm person. It is your honor to die under this bell！” As the old man surnamed Wang gritted his teeth and angrily shouted, he gently shook the yellow bell in his hand again.

As the sound entered his ears, Yang Kai’s heart beats again this kind of jumping was extremely strange and also extremely exaggerated. After jumping twice Yang Kai actually felt a sharp pain in his chest, and had the illusion that his heart was about to burst.

Yang Kai’s complexion changed drastically, and he immediately knew that any Void Returning Mirror cultivator could not be underestimated, especially a martial artist like the old man surnamed Wang who was not young. Although their cultivation could not advance even a little bit, the means to kill enemies became more and more numerous and more and more mysterious with the increase of age.

Under the urging of Saint Yuan, he forcefully suppressed the pain and violent feeling in his heart, and the Hundred Mountains Diagram had been sacrificed. One after another mountain flew out from it and smashed towards the old man surnamed Wang.

The rumbling sound continued without interruption, but the old man surnamed Wang regarded the illusory shadow of the mountain as nothing and didn’t move at all. With a mouth opening, he spat out a small black flag. The small flag expanded in the wind and instantly turned into a dozen feet in radius, covering above the old man surnamed Wang. When the illusory shadow of the mountain smashed down, suddenly, strangely shaped and unidentifiable illusory shadows rushed out from the small flag. These illusory shadows collided with the mountain, and actually made the mountain unable to fall even the tiniest bit.

“Lad, use all your means. This old man will make you die clearly today！” The old man surnamed Wang shouted arrogantly, looking like he had Yang Kai firmly in his grasp.

Yang Kai sneered again and again： “Old dog, did you make a mistake？ I’m not fighting you one-on-one！”

“You still expect these two little girls…” The old man surnamed Wang looked at Qianyue and Yangyan with a sarcastic expression. Before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly changed. He saw that Yangyan actually took out a delicate and exquisite secret treasure that looked like a pagoda, and gently threw it into the sky. The pagoda immediately suspended in mid-air.

The pagoda had seven floors, and each floor emitted a different color. After the seven-story pagoda suspended, it began to rotate. The rotation directions were also very different, and the speeds were even more different. And during the rotation, a beautiful melody suddenly resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

That musical rhythm was extremely beautiful, as if many people were playing different musical instruments in ensemble extremely in harmony and also very pleasant to listen to. And within the musical rhythm, an invisible force was spread out, not only purifying Yang Kai’s violence and disperse the pain in his heart but even covering up the bell sound of the opponent’s Soul Burial Bell.

“Sound attack secret treasure！” The old man surnamed Wang looked at this scene in disbelief, the corner of his eye twitching constantly.

His momentum was broken by Yang Kai’s Golden Blood Silk, and the power of the Soul Burial Bell was also resisted by this seven-story pagoda. He suddenly discovered that these few people on the other side seemed to be specifically to restrain him, which made him feel angry and also a little bad.

Yang Kai, however, had already taken a step forward, and the long sword in his hand with tumbling demonic flames slashed out a shocking sword light, attacking him, and laughed loudly： “Old thing, just because of Wang Yuhan’s jealousy, you want to put me to death. You are really a competent elder. Since you have come, then don’t leave！”

“You brat are so arrogant!” How could the old man surnamed Wang put this sword light in his eyes? With the surging of Saint Yuan, he pushed forward with one hand and directly broke the sword light.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt a burst of pain in his shihai, as if there was something mischievous inside making his complexion change drastically and also a sense of danger suddenly arose.

Before he had time to check his sea of consciousness, another pitch-black attack like a sword came towards him. The old man surnamed Wang once again extended his big hand intending to break this attack as he did just now.

The change in his sea of consciousness made him have no mind to check this attack more. When his big hand came into contact with this pitch-black attack, he realized that it was not a sword at all.

Knowing something was wrong in his heart, it was already too late when he wanted to withdraw his body and retreat. That pitch-black attack was like the sharpest weapon, directly breaking through the palm of his hand, like a hot knife cutting through butter, without the slightest hindrance, all the way to the shoulder.

Half of his arm disappeared strangely, as if swallowed into the belly by an invisible beast.

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